The Seasons

Boys in the Band

"Hey, Ant, lets go get lunch!" A teen, named Philip Schofield, with dyed silver hair shook the sleeping boy on the desk behind him, "Ant come on let's go!"

The Geordie stirred awake, exhausted, "I'm tired, I'll pass."

"What about footie? Me and Rylan were going to play?" Philip groaned, it always seemed like Ant was sleeping.

"I'm going to go take a nap," Ant yawned as he rose out of his desk and slung his bag over his shoulder, "If I sleep through class, take notes for me, like."

Philip didn't respond, or need to respond, he just silently complied. This wasn't the first time he's done this for Ant. The black haired boy was constantly sleeping and turning down his requests to play football. The days he agrees are like blessings, but he never expects too much from the latter. He knows better than that now. He's known Ant long enough to know his behavior, and his sleeping habits.

I recently found a place no one goes to, that appears to be abandoned by students, and on a plus side it was sunny there, Ant thought as he sleepily headed to his normal sleeping spot. This spot was an empty stairwell next to a large window. For some reason no one ever seems to be there or even pass through there. But, he didn't complain, it made his naps even more comfortable.

As he opened the door to reveal his sleeping spot, he was incredibly alarmed and annoyed with the fact that his normal sleeping spot was occupied, by another sleeping teen. Damn, I thought I was the only one who knew about this place. Ant internally groaned and kicked himself. As he stared at the sleeping teen he grew confused, isn't this a guy from the class next door? He was trying to mentally search for this kids name as he slowly went up the steps to the top of the staircase where he himself would usually nap. The kid clutched a guitar tightly in his arms as he slept, and his light brown hair was messy and covered his eyes. Anthony's footsteps must've awoken him in some way because he slowly opened his eyes and sat up, looking at the taller teen who froze his step on the stairs slightly below him. Without saying anything the brown haired boy scooted over to the wall of the stairs and motioned his hand silently to the open spot on the stairs.

Why is he offering me a seat? Ant continued his way up the stairs until he reached the top and sat down on the opposite side of the wall, keeping distance between the two, "You know, you could've just said something instead of being weird about it."

Ant turned and looked at the red electric guitar in the smaller boys hands that he clutched tightly against his body. He couldn't help but notice the rough condition of his guitar strings and one even appeared to be broken, "Also, those strings are rusted. Shouldn't you cut them? Fix it already!"

Why does a guy who can't even maintain his guitar regularly own a Gibson Semi! Truth is, Ant played the guitar himself, quite religiously at that. The annoyance of the bad shape of this guys guitar, and an incredibly expensive guitar at that, drove him mad. The boys eyes rose up when Anthony had told him to fix it, and without saying anything he slid himself directly next to Ant, touching their shoulders. Too close!! Ant stared at him in shock, does this guy not understand personal space either!?

"This... can be fixed?" The small boys voice was desperate as he clutched the broken string in his hand.

So he can speak... Ant was still annoyed at the closeness of their bodies and tried to scoot even closer against the wall as he spoke, "Of course!"

"Can you fix it?"

The Geordie hesitated slightly, "Yeah..."

"Can you fix it right away?"

"Ah... I guess depends by what you mean by right away-"

The brown haired teen brought his body closer to Ant as his voice remained desperate, "Now?"