Just for Summer (Bxb)

80% rum

The sun was back, made his journey around the world just to wake Summer up by shining in his eyes.

"Ugh..." Summer rubbed his blue eyes.

Summer was basically what the word 'summer' meant. Naturally dirty blonde hair, tanned skin, blue eyes that held the sea. His toned body which was bought by going to the beach and surfing every second that he was able to to.

He wanted to strech out, the bed being big enough for it, but he was stopped when he hit something.

Well, someone.

The someone he hit with his fist just groaned and turned towards Summer, making Summer's breath hitch and hold.

Summer didn't know who this person was. He has never seen his slightly chubby face, squished into the pillow that they were sharing.

Okay. All I need to do is not wake him up.

With that thought, Summer's headache appeared when he sat up as slowly as possible, and now it was his turn to unconsciously groan.

Tommy squinted his big brown eyes until he could fully open them, and wanted to strech out, for the ed was big enough for it, but again, was stopped when he hit something.

Well, someone.

And he sure was awake then.

Tommy sat up, immediately reaching over the strange being in his bed to his desk for his glasses, shoving them on his head to see the strange being.

"Why are you in my bed?" Tommy murmered. Suspiciously calm for Summer's taste but it was only because Teddy just woke up.

"I,uh..." Summer wracked his useless brain for the answer. The response. Why the hell is he in this boy's bed?

"You could at least get out." Tommy said coldly. He dosnt dosnt want dosnt want this boy in his bed. Even if he was a boy too and he was gay.

He was scared.

Why wouldn't you be scared Tommy? It'd be scary if you weren't scared.

"Oh! Yeah, okay!" Summer was awkward. He was never awkward.

Not when he asked out his first girlfriend, not when he broke up with her because he just wasn't feeling anything anymore.

Not when he had his interview for his job at the local grocery store, which he got, because he wasn't awkward about it.

So why, if the fucking fuck, is he awkward around a boy?

"Um, I was there because.." again, wracking his brain for any kind of explanation, cursing Sara and her 80% rum.

"Okay. Whatever. Just, just get your things and go away." Tommy resulted. He wanted to be alone and just process what's happening right now.

Summer's brain was agreeing with the stranger in front of him, however his feet weren't moving. Instead his mouth was.

"Can, Can I just," Summer's hands moved up to fix Tommy's massive glasses, which sat crooked on his tiny nose, "what's your name?" Summer's mouth asked.

Tommy was only getting more and more confused, but still, "Thomas."

"Summer," hand held up for a high five, his brain not think about the action at all. It was as if he was still fucking drunk out of his mind. "Nice to meet ya'!"

Tommy high fived the even more strange boy in front of him, and was left flustered by the epitome of Summer.

Alone in his room, now fully awake, Tommy got out of bed and closed the curtains which still let the summer sun in.

Summer, however cool he tried to seem, was freaking out. He didn't want to think about what just happened, leaving the problem to be solved on lonely nights when he just can seem to get to sleep.

Once he found Nick, drooling on Sara's chest, he decided to make his own way back to his house.

"Good luck cleaning this up, dickhead." He whispered to Nick, lightly slapping his face, which only got his a grunt and a rumble in response.

Upstairs, When Tommy heard the front door slam shut, he finally sighed and decided to get back to work on his recent piece.

His already stained hands got more stained with different fresh colours, the smell of a nursery arts and crafts classroom and the smooth strokes of the paintbrush was all he focused on.

His concentration only wavered when his heavy glasses slipped down his nose, reminding him of the scene that happened almost 4 hours ago.

"Ugh." Tommy crunched his nose in embarrassment, placing his paintbrush down to rub his face, smearing blue paint on his cheek. "I need a break."

Standing up after being sat down for so long hurt. His legs and hand cramped up and his tailbone felt like it was sticking out of his arse.

Stomach rumbling, Tommy decided to finally go downstairs for breakfast, hoping, fucking praying for there to be no strangers there anymore. He doesn't want to deal with the stares.

'Oh look it's Sara's brother that never leaves his room.'

'Isn't he like, depressed or something? Hope he'll get out of that rut soon I guess.'

'He needs to go outside more, look at his skin! He's so fucking pale I'd mistake him as dead.'

And laughter, and laughter, and laughter.

Tip toeing downstairs, he heard nothing except from the TV, which settled his heart a little.

Inside the kitchen, he saw that it wasn't as bad as the thought it would be. The mess only consisted of a few cups around the counter and empty pizza boxes on the table.

"Tommy?" He turned around to see a pyjama-clad Sara, Nick following behind.

He liked Nick, he was nice. He didn't give him looks and stares like some of Sara's other so called 'boyfriends'.

"You alright Ted?" Nick asked, ruffling Teddy's dyed black hair.

"Yeah. How was last night?" He replied. He heard random shouts and clashes and the rumble of music downstairs last night, but it was expected. He just put his earphones in his ears and blasted the music. He was grateful that Sara told him about the party beforehand.

"It was great! I met Nick's friends and they were so nice. Danielle was crazy though!" Sara responded, shaking her head and laughing at the memories she remembered this morning.

"Crazy?" Nick asked, helping himself to the leftover crisps in the bowl. He was slightly overprotective of Danielle. They all were.

"Yeah! Didn't you see her down like, 4 shots at once?" Sara laughed. "She. Is. Batshit." Sara munched on the crisps.

"Oh! Yeah, that girl can take her alcohol." Nick laughed with her.

"You guys want tea?" Tommy asked, turning away from from to put the kettle on, placing 3 mugs on the counter after their replies.

After making his breakfast and the couple's tea, Tommy shot back upstairs, and remembered why he wanted to eat in the living room today.