Just for Summer (Bxb)

Apologies

For the next 2 weeks, Summer tried to avoid going to Sara's house as if it had the plague. It was a struggle, too, because now that Nick was sure that Summer and his friends liked Sara, he wanted to be there all the time.

It was understandable, obviously, but it was hard for Summer to hang out with Nick because every time he was there he would either bump into Tommy, or Tommy wouldn't know he was there and have to say hi everytime he went to find Sara, and she wasn't in her room.

Because she was downstairs. Where Summer is.

It wasn't awkward, exactly. It was uncomfortable, because Summer was never in a situation where the person he was trying to help, didn't want his help.

He understood that Tommy wanted him to back off, but it was difficult when he was in his house everyday.

For example, right now. Summer was sitting on their couch when Nick and Sara were both in the kitchen making him tea, and he was stuck there, as when he came over Tommy was sat in the living room instead of his room, drawing in his sketchbook, because of a reason he didn't disclose to Summer.

And now he had to make conversation.

Never mind. It is awkward.

"So.." He started. "You okay?" Summer cringed when his voice broke, how could he be so uncool?

"Yeah." Tommy replied. He was trying to focus on his drawing of a mermaid, but it was a bit difficult with the tension in the air that you had to cut with a saw. "You?"

"Yeah I'm good." Summer didn't know what to talk about. Of course he didn't know what to talk about with a boy that didn't want to fucking talk to him. His eyes started to wander around the large living room.

Summer cautiously looked at Tommy for the time, he felt like. He never saw someone with such pale skin before, during summer aswell. Tommy's fingers gripped the pencil so delicately, as if scared he was going to read it.

"What you drawing?" Summer asked, not knowing what else he could say.

Tommy looked at Summer. He could tell that he was trying his best to make conversation. It was somehow a relief that Summer didn't hate him after what he said.

Tommy probably ran through the words he said to Summer about a million times, regretting and regretting and regretting. He wondered what would happen if he actually did tell Summer how he felt, what he did.

But, he was probably asking to talk to him out of wanting to be polite. That's it. Summer was being polite and Tommy was being a dick.

"Uh, a mermaid." Tommy slightly shifted on the couch, showing Summer the sketch. He fiddled with his pencil, cogs in his brain whirring.

Oh, suck it up, Thomas.

"Summer, you know what I said to you, last time, you were uh... here?" He finally said. His eyes didn't meet Summer's beautiful blue ones, but he said it.

"Yeah?" Summer was shocked. He didn't think that Tommy was going to talk about what happened on the staircase so soon. It has been 2 weeks, but Summer didn't think they were ever gonna talk about it.

"I-I'm sorry. I shouldn't have snapped at you like that, I... I'm sorry." Tommy explained, waiting for an answer. He felt like throwing up.

Summer smiled. "Its fine, Tommy. You were upset, I didn't think you meant it." Summer received the eye contact he was waiting for, and smiled at Tommy.

"Really?" Tommy asked, not believing he got such a calm response.

"Yeah, man." Summer slouched at the couch, hands finding their way into his hair, he watched as Tommy smiled subconsciously at his sketchbook.

"You know what would make this day better?" Summer blurted out after some silence. It made Tommy jump at the sudden sound, nearly ruining his drawing.

Tommy stared up at Summer with his eyebrows furrowed, "W-what?"

"Fucking ice cream, darling. Come on, let's go get something proper though, not those shitty ice lollies that have absolutely no fucking flavour." Summer announched, and it made Tommy smile.

"Wait right now?"

"Sure! Fuck it I got paid yesterday!"

They were interrupted with giggles and blushes at the door, from Nick and Sara, who were both holding two mugs of tea each.

"What took you two so long?" Summer asked, standing up and putting his thin jacket on. His response was a couple of stutters and glowing red cheeks, and instantly he just knew what they were up to for the past 20 minutes in the kitchen.

"You know what? Don't bother, I don't wanna hear about your little sex scene in the kitchen. Also, we're getting ice cream let's go!"

Then the four lukewarm mugs of tea and the half finished mermaid were left alone, to fend for themselves.