Just for Summer (Bxb)

In His Room

The two boys have been texting non-stop for about a week now.

They seemed to be having one, massive conversation, that sprouts into others, and is manipulated by other events and jokes. Tommy felt a rush of exitement every morning to reply to Summer, or to see if Summer replied to the text her last sent.

He always replied.

you wanna hang out later today?

Summer bit his already short nails as he waited for a reply, his toast burning in the toaster. If Tommy said yes, this would be the first time hanging out completely alone. And Summer didn't know why but he wanted it so badly.

He almost leaped and squealed when he red the reply, but toned it down to a tiny hop and but his lip as to not wake his parents up. He was up before them today because of his morning shift at the shop.

Yeah sure. Where to?

Quickly sitting down at the kitchen table, munching his toast, Summer stared at his phone with no fucking clue of what to reply.

Where should he take him?

All the times Summer hung out with Tommy was at his house, and that one time in the ice cream parlour. He hadn't hung out with Nick and Sara and the others in a while.

What if Tommy just came over to play some video games or watch a show? That would be fun. Casual. He didnt want to see as if he was trying too hard.

Why was he trying so hard?

Just to mine, we could watch a show and play games
I get off work at 12.

This time, shutting his phone off and laying it flat on the table to stuff as much of the toast in his mouth as possible, chewing aggressively to try and get rid of the squeeze in his stomach.

Gulping down the rough toast, carrying he lump which was in his throat with it, he decided to go upstairs and brush his teeth whilst waiting for a reply.

Stuffing his phone into his jean pocket, he made his way up the stairs as quietly as he could.

The silence let him think, and Summer wasn't so sure that it was a good thing.

What if Tommy coming to his house wasn't a good idea? What if he was coming on too strongly for Tommy? Tommy always looked so vulnerable around Summer, he was so tiny compared to him.

Summer kept thinking about Tommy in his house, his living room, his kitchen and oh my god Tommy Marur is going to be in his room.

With that instant realisation, Summer spat out his tooth paste and ran to his room to clean up the mess that had accumulated in his room.

The bunch of dried up tissues on his desk that only teenage boys had and understood went straight to his rubbish bin, with a thought like, oh my fucking god why am I so disgusting? Going through Summer's head.

Whilst Summer was hurriedly trying to make his room not look like it had an earthquake run through it, Tommy was sat on his bed, eyes wide, his hands clutching his phone.

He... wants to hang out?

It made Tommy squeal, and laugh and jump his way through his day because oh he wants to hang out too. But instead of doing that, he was having a mini-panic attack, trying to think of what to reply with.

It'll probably be something simple in the end, like 'yeah sure just pick me up when you're ready' but before he gets to the rational side of things, Tommy needs to go through all the possible answers.

Because what if there's a better reply? What if Summer thinks that he dosnt care about hanging out, and that he could just easily do something else and abandon him? Summer definitely would be able to, he actually had friends.

Am I his friend now?

Yeah sure just pick me up when you're ready.

He almost threw the phone out of his window.

But instead he put it down on his bed and grabbed a pillow to scream into.

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Summer's eyes didn't leave the tiny clock on his desk, following the long hand ticking away, just seconds away from letting his leave this god awful place. When it finally struck twelve, Summer almost gasped in exitement, running to put his keys on the desk and get out.

Summer had the game they were going to play ready on his bedroom floor in front of his small TV he bought himself when he saved enough money, and a few snacks he bought from the shop on the way to work in his hand.

Sweat was running down his face when he finally got to the modern house, quickly wiping it off and ringing the doorbell.

Summer still hadn't figured out yet if this was still a good idea or not.

"Hello! Sara, yes?" The door opened to reveal the small lady he had met a number of times smiling up at him, asking if she should get Sara.

Sorry, wrong child!

"Oh, no, I'm here for Tommy."

In the distance, he could hear a voice shouting from upstairs something he couldn't understand, but it sounded desperate.

And the next thing he knew, Tommy was trotting down the wooden stairs. The first thing he saw was his green socks.

And then his black jeans that hugged his thighs almost deliciously.

And then one of his iconic band merchandise hoodies that Summer she's him wearing everytime he came over.

And then they made that dreadful eye contact, which both of them knew that they wanted it to meant something, but they were both also too much of a coward to do something about it.

And it was new.

Summer and Tommy were walking side by side, and it wasn't awkward this time. They were speaking about the things they texted about, about new music and stupid jokes, however the air itself looked glowing.

It might be because of the glaring sun but they knew it wasn't. It was because of Summer's hair, his eyes. It was because of Tommy's laugh when Summer teased him about his weird music tastes.

"Seriously, what is that!" Summer bellowed, smiling down at Tommy when he shown his play list to Summer and played a few songs.

Tommy covered his face with the hand that wasn't holding his phone, "Stop! Fight me if you don't like my tunes!"

"Oh, oh, you wanna fight do ya'?" Summer winked at Tommy, who's fave turned into a fly trap in surprised and slight fake disgust.

"Summer! You dirty, dirty man." Tommy shook his head at Summer and his dirty mind, and carried on walking to reach the end of the road.

"Which way we turning?" Tommy asked, quietly.

"We're here, sunshine." Summer opened the gate, arms stretched out as if to welcome Tommy into his humble home, but he couldn't make eye contact.

The nerves just hit Summer, whilst they were walking to his house it was perfectly fine, he was distracted by Tommy's eyes when he smiled, Tommy's sharp canines. But now all his mind was thinking was that Tommy and his sharp teeth are going to be in his house.

In his room.