Just for Summer (Bxb)

Staircase

Tommy hated summer.

It was too hot, too sweaty. And the cheap ice pops that only had flavor for about half a second and made his fingers numb were just shit.

Sara spent most of her time outside, like a normal person would, sweating and getting a sun burn as she read her cringey romance novel that she borrowed from the library. Enjoying herself.

Whilst Tommy spent his days in his room, getting regular shouts from his mother from downstairs, voicing her concern for him dying of heat exhaustion from staying in his tiny room which was basically a sauna by now, in polish.

Tommy loved his mum. This tiny polish woman that moved from her hometown to give her children a better life held so much love in her heart for her children that it was suffocating. But Tommy didn't mind. She was the reason he still tried.

Tommy sat at his desk, almost finished with his new piece. Almost. It isn't good enough yet.

He looked at the mirror on his wardrobe.

Tommy's black hair stuck to his forehead, his big cheeks glowing red from the heat. His mouth was open, lips red from panting.

He looked ill.

Tommy looked away from the mirror. He didn't want to look at the boy with a chubby belly and big thighs.

He felt disgusting. Sitting in his room where he was supposed to be free of any complaints, stares and whispers, staring and complaining about himself.

It was too hot. He wanted to be back at school, back to that maths lesson when Dylan drew a smiley face on his converse he brought to school for PE. He missed those days already.

He felt the prick behind his eyes again for the millionth time today. He wouldn't let the wet tears fall. They would make him feel even more disgusting, pouring down his face like waterfalls, made him weak, unmanly.

That's what his father called him. He should be more like Nick, a strong boy with so much going for him, should be a boy he could be proud of.

But his dad just couldn't realise that he was so scared.

Tommy still didn't know what he wanted to do with his sorry excuse of a life. He didn't know. He was average.

Average in everything. Looks, marks, relationships. All he was 'good' at was painting.

But where will that get him in life?

The sun still blinds his eyes even though he tried to hide it wih his thin curtains.

"AH for fucks sake."

He brought his hands over his head to shield his eyes, but that only made him let some of that waterfall out his eyes.

And when he started the couldn't stop.

"What the hell am I doing?" He whispered, to nobody but himself.

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He stepped out of his room wearing a long sleeve shirt, face streaky from crying.

"Oh! Hey!" Tommy heard, looking up to find Summer at the top of his staircase.

What's he doing here, now?

"Hi." He replied quickly, carefully trying to walk past this boy who he still didn't know how he felt about.

"Wait," Summer reached to hold Tommy's shoulder.

His eyebrows furrowed to see he red underneath Tommy's eyes, his cheeks red.

"Were you crying?" Summer asked, without thinking. Straight after he said it, though, he remembered that it wasn't any of his business. It wasn't his business, and yet he wanted to know why Tommy was crying and wanted to hug him and tell him that everything would be okay.

"What? No." Tommy turned to hide his face from Summer, but his jaw was held by a hand and moved to connect his eyes with furrowed blue ones.

"You were." Summer said. Placing both of his hands on Tommy's shoulders.

"You want to talk abou-"

"You barely know me. Fuck off." Tommy snapped. His hands were shaking, tears felt like they were going to fall all over his face again.

Tommy hated this.

He barged passed Summer who stood there , mouth open ready to say something, but he didn't know what would make this situation better.

Tommy had a point. He didn't know him. He should fuck off. So he did.

He went to the toilet like he was meant to, and proceeded to walk downstairs and excuse himself out of the house.

"Why you going so early man?" Nick asked, and arm around Sara's shoulders that she was snuggling into.

"Oh just, family stuff. I'll tell you later. Got to go, bye!" He rushed out, running through the hallway and catching and glimpse of the kitchen.

There Tommy was, sitting in a chair. Light in his pretty brown eyes.