"Move, I'll pay."
Skylar nudged Brett aside as he slapped a hundred dollar bill on the ticket booth's counter. It would be enough to get all four of the boys in the carnival.
The woman at the booth gave them wristbands and sent them away.
Lights blinked and sounds beeped everywhere. There were thrilled screams and the scent of food filling the air. In the middle of it all was a stage they were scheduled to play on at ten. Their equipment had already been set up. Brett had insisted they try out the rides and games before their show since they had nothing else to do, and at twenty five bucks a piece, that's what they did.
"I'm already sick." Michael spoke up behind the three taller men, crossing his arms and rolling his eyes.
"I'm right there with you." Alexander grunted.
Alex shoved his hands in his pockets, looking at the ground, kicking the gravel beneath his feet.
These two were the masters of complaints. Nothing ever seemee to make them happy except the destruction and torment they could create. Michael and Alex liked to wreck havoc and they couldn't really do it here.
"Can you two grumps quit your jabbering?" Skylar asked lightheartedly. He smiled with the words.
Michael scoffed.
"If you two are going to be losers then Skylar and I are going to have real fun." Brett giggled.
Skylar shot the vocalist a look from the corner of his eye, his soft smile remaining.
"Fuck he's adorable as always." Skylar thought.
The drummer missed the relationship he had with Brett. They used to be open about it, holding hands on break as Michael and Alex both argued over what setlist to use. They would share quick kisses between songs. There was even a time Brett sat in Skylar's lap during one of his drum solos. Their relationship had fallen apart for some reason though.
Skylar McCain sighed, nodding his head.
"Catch you dweebs later." Skylar said to Alexander and Michael, following Brett who had already made a bee-line for the concession stands.
Alexander huffed, walking across the theme park, Michael trudging behind.
"It's only eight," Michael muttered "we have two more hours of this bullshit before we're up."
Alexander nodded. He wasn't one to speak often. That was okay though because Michael never failed to fill his silence with his words.
"C'mon, fucker." Michael spoke up. He snatched Alex's wrist, and dragged him to the line for the bumper cars. "We get to purposefully ram into people with cars without consequences. Let's wreck them, lad."
Alex wasn't sure if it were the thought of the destructive behavior or the thick lay of the younger boy's irish accent, but the blonde bassist smirked, stepping in line behind Michael Dean.
~~~
"Skyyyylaaaaar." Brett whined.
He was set on trying to convince the drummer to win him something. Brett was practically hanging on Skylar, one hand in his straight brown hair, the other pointing at all the stands that were covered with colorful stuffed animals and prizes.
Skylar gave in. How could he not? He payed for a set of darts, taking stance at the game counter. Brett Carlisle's expression lit up with glee as he saw Skylar get the darts. One by one, McCain threw them, popping an aray of balloons. Brett nearly squealed in delight as the man running the stand shook his head, pointing to what Skylar could choose from. He settled on a grizzly bear stuffed animal. The fur matched Brett's chestnut mane of hair.
Seeing Brett's wide smile as he hugged the bear close made his heart swell. Damn did he love that smile. It was the same playful expression he had fallen in love with when they were both still in highschool.
"Thank you so much! I love him!" Brett thanked.
Skylar chuckled, fixing the black snapback cap he wore, adjusting it backwards as usual.
"You got a name for him yet?" Skylar asked.
Brett shook his head. "Probably gonna be something brutal though. Like Goliath Corpse Eater, or something..." He trailed.
The two of them laughed loudly.
"Savage, Brett. Savage."
Brett flashed another grin at Skylar as they walked away from the booths. Their black clothes would have let them blend easily into the shadow of the tent they know stood under if it weren't for the chains that rattled on their pants as they walked and the tan skin showing through Brett's ripped skinny jeans. Despite the chilly air, they both wore tanktops like they always did, and neither complained.
"Thanks, Sky-guy." Brett laughed shyly.
Skylar shrugged. "It's nothing. I don't mind. Besides, if Alex and Michael get themselves killed, just means more time to ourselves without their complaining."
Brett giggled.
"If you want time to ourselves anyw-" Skylar was cut off by Brett pressing a finger to his lips.
"You talk too much."
"So does Michael but you never try to shut him up."
"Yeah well, I didn't ever want to do this when Michael was ranting either."
"Do wha-"
Skylar was cut off once again, but Brett's lips had replaced his finger. Skylar didn't fight it. He sank into the kiss instead, hands snaking onto Brett's hips, pulling him close, and then letting his arms wrap around his waist altogether.
Brett pulled back, catching a breath.
"Dude, I'm sorry, but you're too talkative." The vocalist said.
"Nah, I just think you missed me a little." Skylar retorted in his usual cocky manner.
Brett rolled his eyes, slamming his lips to Skylar's again, but rougher this time. He dropped the bear into the grass, tan hands tangling in Skylar's brown locks.
Hell yeah he missed this. He missed every moment of it. The attention their previous relationship had gotten though was ridiculous. So it was either they give up the band or give up themselves. They both agreed on a choice.
The two spent a while just going through the ritual they once had, sloppy kisses that shared their love of the memories they once had.
~~~
"Get fucked!"
Alex gave Michael a wide-eyed look from his car.
"Dean you can't curse in front of children!" He spat through clenched teeth.
Michael's face flushed and he reversed his car from the group with his head hung low.
Soon the ride was over, and the two boys were back to kicking rocks.
"Dean, check it." Alex pointed to the ride down the line of a few others.
It was called Gravitation, or in this case "Galactic Super Spin" but he'd always know it as the Gravitation. It was a ride that you leaned against the board on the wall inside of it, and the faster it spun, you could lean against it without your feet touching the ground. Simply Alex's favorite.
"Are you down, dude?" Michael asked.
"I'm always down." Alex replied.
The two flashed the man who ran the ride their wristbands as the walked inside. Michael and Alexander got themselves comfortable against two of the boards. A few more people came inside, and the man who ran it came in last. Obscene pop music started playing over the speakers, making both the boys grimace at it. Soon enough the ride started spinning, and the more it spun, the faster it's pace picked up.
Michael and Alex gave each other mischievous looks, scooting up the boards now that gravity kept them off the ground and their backs to the wall. The daredevil act didn't last long for Michael though before the adrenaline and thrill got to him, nausea hitting him. His eyes scrunched tight and his lips parted to catch his breath.
"That was the most sexual thing I've seen you manage without someone touching you." Alex remarked.
"Bloody hell, Nicholas. Shut the fuck up."
The two mainly called eached other by their middle names. If anyone else were to call Alex "Nicholas" then they'd be writhing on the ground fighting. It was true, Alex had a soft spot for Michael, and Michael the same for Alex. They were both fierce, brooding, and had a temper that could make hell seem cold. With glares sharp enough to kill others, the looks only turned friendly when they faced each other. The two were both equally assholes, and they knew it, and that's probably why they worked so well together.
Michael let himself rest against the board, the shift of gravity throwing his arms above his head. Michael couldn't resist against it as easily as Alex due to his light weight.
Alex's eyes brushed over him, taking in the sight with a raised brow. Black combat boots, black skinny jeans with a silver chain hooked on his belt loop that complimented his many piercings, aviator sunglasses looped on the collar of his black Slipknot shirt, and navy blue mohawk fanned against the board.
"Jesus fuck, Dean, you look hot as hell right now."
Michael could hardly turn his head to Alex due to the gravity, but managed to give him a sly half smile and a wink.
"Hell wishes it were this hot."
They both snickered, and Alex fell against the board. They had no shame in front of each other like this. There lewd compliments would only make it difficult if they were trying to use them to actually hook up though, but who was one to say if that were actually Alex's actually intention with his recent words?
Soon the ride stopped, and their feet were back on the ground. The boys stumbled out in a dizzied slur.
"Fuuuuuck." Michael groaned.
Alex held him up for support.
"Shit, we need to find the other fifty percent of the band."
The two stumbled across the fair grounds in search for Brett and Skylar.
