Stucky High School AU

The Move

"This is stupid. Why couldn't we just stay in California?" James huffed.

George sighed, "I already told you I found a job here. If I had found a job in California we could have stayed, but I was offered a job here."

"You can't just drag me away from my friends in the beginning of senior year!" James raised his voice, "I had a life back home! I don't want to start over again!"

"Buck-" George was promptly cut off.

"Would you stop calling me that stupid fucking name?!" James yelled.

"Look, I'm sorry we moved again but that gives you no reason to give me that attitude." George tried his best not to yell, but damn this kid was so frustrating, "Dude, I know it's hard moving, but this is what we had to do. I'm sure it won't be all bad. You could try to reconnect with Steve, you two used to be inseparable."

"Yeah, sure." James rolled his eyes and put his headphones on.

James didn't understand why his dad would want him to reconnect with Steve. The two of them hadn't talked since I moved away, why now five years later would Steve want to reconnect? None of this made sense to him.

Soon enough they were at the new house. Of course it has to be some cheesy 'family' neighborhood, where every lawn is perfectly green and trimmed, the whole block is invited to every event ever, and over half the kids are the well behaved home school kids everyone else wishes was there own.

"Oh, hello." An voice called out, "You must be our new neighbors. I'm Caroline Johnson and these are my boys." A woman, looking to be in her thirties waved to James and George.

A young boy standing next to the woman waved, "Hi. I'm Greg."

"And I'm his twin brother, Lou." Another boy added.

"George Barnes." George introduced himself, "And that's my son, James," He gestured towards his son.

"Oh goodness," The woman gasped, shocked by the teen's appearance, "Well, it's my pleasure, George, James."

James just grumbled something under his breath in response. He grabbed one of his boxes from the trunk of the car. His focus was simply on getting out of the conversation.

"I'm sorry about him." George apologize, "He's going through some weird phase."

"Well, I think we'd better be going." Caroline replied, offering a wide somewhat fake smile, "Oh, we're having a barbecue this Friday at five, and you two are more than welcome to join"

"Thank you for the invitation, we'll be there." George smiled back.

James brought his stuff into his new room. The room was a little small but that didn't bother him at all. He didn't bother unpacking yet, he'd rather get all of his stuff before he started putting things away.

"Seriously, what's with you?" George walked into the room and set down another box, "You don't have to be rude. They were just trying to be polite and introduce themselves."

James rolled his eyes and tried to walk past his dad to grab another box, "So? Why should it matter to me?"

George grabbed his son's arm before he could walk out of the room, "You know, you could at least try to make a good first impression."

"Before I even made a sound it was clear she didn't like me." James huffed, "She probably thinks I'll contaminate her kids. If they come near me next thing you know they'll be staying out past eight thirty and drinking caffeine."

"It doesn't matter if she already didn't like you, you had no right to act that way."

James huffed, blowing his hair out of his face, "Why should it matter anyway? Why should I give a fuck about what any of these people think."

"If they have no reason to dislike you and still do then that's on them, but when you're acting like a jerk they have every right to think of you as a jerk."

"Let's just finish unloading the car." James pulled away from his dad.

It didn't take long for the two to unpack everything from the car. James couldn't do much with the boxes, he still had no furniture. The most he could do was unpack the things that could go in the closet.

He sat on the window sill scrolling threw some pictures on his computer. Before he could finish clicking through his camera roll his phone started to buzz. The caller ID he saw made him smile, but only reminded him more of California.

"Hey Brock." James answered.

"Hey Baby." The man on the other end of the phone replied.

"I miss you." James replied, certain that the feeling was mutual.

"Yeah." Brock laughed a bit.

James frowned at his boyfriend's response. He's told himself that Brock just isn't big on expressing his feelings, but it still hurt.

"How are you?" James asked, trying to move on from Brocks reply.

Brock groaned, "Same as always."

James sighed, "That bad, hu?"

"I guess it's worse without you kitten." Brock chuckled.

"Babe, don't call me that. You know I hate it." James whined.

"Really kitten." James could practically hear his smirk, he hated that nickname, "If you want me to stop kitten you know what you have to call me."

James mumbled, "Come on Brock."

"Alright then Kitten. So, Kitten I was thinking-" Brock was promptly cut off.

"Brock!" James tried to keep his voice down.

"What's my name, Kitten?"

"Stop it." James whined.

"What do you call me, Kitten?"

"Daddy." James mumbled. God he hated calling him that, it made him uncomfortable.

"Kitten, I can't hear you." Brock continued to taunt his boyfriend.

"Can you hear me now, Daddy?" James grunted.

"Yes I can baby. You're a good boy." Brock chuckled, "I'm going to have to call you back later."

James frowned a bit, "Okay, talk to you later."

"Bye James." Brock muttered.

"Bye Brock, I love you." The phone cut off right after James finished talking..

Brock never James that he loves him, but he knew it already. It shouldn't matter that Brock doesn't like to express it. He may not always seem like the greatest boyfriend, but they love each other, James loves him, and he loves James. Brock did love him, right?

"Hey." George knocked on his son's door, "Get your shoes on, we're going out to eat."

"I'm not that hungry." James muttered, leaning against the wall.

George opened the door, "Come on, we're going to that Italian place you used to love." He tossed James his jacket.

"You still remember how to get to that place?" James raised an eyebrow, knowing that his dad was definitely going to get lost.

"Sort of." The man chuckled.

"Клянусь Богом, если мы потеряемся." James mumbled.

"You we're willing to be an exchange student for a year but you can't live on the other side of the country." George rolled his eyes.

"Going to Russia was completely different." James replied, "Race ya to the car." He yelled as he sprinted through the hallway.

George ran after his son, "You little punk! That's cheating."

Translation- I swear to God if we get lost
I apologize if the Russian is incorrect. I don't speak Russian.