Social Casualty

four

WARNING: contains sexual scenes towards the end.

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Concerts are always the big thing to go to. They're never big artists, and are never anything like The Beatles, who Harry loves, but it's one of the most popular social events. Bands from out of town would come in and set up the park to play for the bunches of people that come. It's always teenagers and up. Louis' been going since he was fourteen, and Harry at thirteen. Socs and greasers don't get into any fights for once in their life, and everyone hangs out and chills with their friends while listening to the music. People bring alcohol for themselves and sometimes for those who aren't old enough to have it. That is, if they like you enough or if you pay them.

Louis is sat on the grass with Boozer, Dean, and Bobcat. Some of the other guys are off dancing like loons and trying to get some beer from their other friends. He takes a swig of his own drink and leans back against the fat tree. "Ain't very often we get to see Boozer and Dean acting like normal people. Being civil, and nice." Louis jokes.

Boozer rolls his eyes with a smile. "Shut up."

Bobcat, who is lying on his back, sits up. "I love the concerts. Lets my body relax and heal from all 'at fighting we's do in the Rumbles," he says, stretching his arms out. His hair is pushed back by little black pins from a few girls he goes to school with, as they had all been flirting with him earlier. He has soft blonde beach boy hair. Something that the girls always seem to dig.

"What, the ones you fight in ya dreams?" Dean asks. "Ya can't fight or else your old lady at home would slit ya throat." He laughs. "Not to mention Louis don't let ya. And ever since Mickey, Lou's been the boss round here. What he says goes." He jabs his finger into Bobcats side. It makes him squeal and squirm.

"I'm takin over after Louis." Boozer takes a gulp of his drink. "Not pressurin you into leavin, though. Rather have ya here than not." He corrects himself, smiling back at Louis.

Louis rolls his eyes with a smile. "Alright," he says.

"So Louis, seein anybody?" Dean lays back as well as Bobcat, so that his head is next to where Louis is sitting.

"Not exactly, yet. Got my eyes on someone though, that's for sure." He nods and takes a drink. He spots Harry in the distance, and smirks when he catches his eyes. He hadn't seen him earlier, so he's guessing he just arrived.

Louis nods to him, jerking his head towards his friends to gesture him over. Harry's expression stays blank however, and then he turns back to whoever he was talking to. Louis frowns. He continues watching him until he stands up a few minutes later and makes his way over.

He has his hands in his pockets, and stands beside Louis on the ground. "Hi," he says quietly.

Louis smiles. "Hey. Sit down." He offers. Harry does it, and in the process notices who else is there with him. Boozer and Dean, who had been so close to practically murdering him. They wouldn't ever, but it still felt like it. "This is Harry." Louis speaks up. "That's Dean and Boozer. You've met Bobcat."

Dean sits up. He's on the other side of Louis, and gives Harry a long look. "I remember you. Not a big fan." His face looks hard. Harry feels like he wants to puke underneath his gaze.

Louis nudges his side."Cut it out, asshat. He's cool. He's a real good mate of mine." He raises his eyebrows and gives Dean a look to say that 'this is the guy I'm into'. He makes sure Harry doesn't see it.

Dean nods. "Alright, well, nice to meet ya, then." He lays back down.

Louis turns back to Harry. "What's been goin on? Week since I've seen ya last." He mumbles.