Band Camp (boyxboy)

Chapter 16

♫ Hurry, get on now, it's coming

Listen to those rails a-thrumming ♫

I woke startled to Mr. Tenuto knocking on our door. I was unsure of when I had even fallen asleep. He was there to inform us of the new policy, which he yelled through the door since none of us bothered to open it. For the rest of the week, every room was going to attend breakfast in shifts to avoid another event like yesterday. Each room was allotted a 15-minute time period in which we were allowed to be in the dining hall. Naturally, since our room was at the end of the hall, we were given the last time slot, meaning the food would likely be cold by the time we got there.

Sidney rolled out of bed and picked up one of my band tees from my luggage and threw it on. I smirked to myself, but it quickly turned to a frown because it looked so much better on him. It was slightly snug and matched his dishevelled hair perfectly. How could someone look that good all the time? It was just unnatural.

"You guys just let me sleep on the floor next to my own vomit? The fuck guys!" Jonathon exclaimed, turning onto his back with a loud groan. "I think I may die if I get up, can someone try to sneak me some food out of breakfast?"

"Will you ever learn to handle your alcohol? I'm tired of being your babysitter," Hudson whined.

Ian rolled his eyes at Hudson and scoffed. "You're his babysitter? You were out getting fucked while I was helping him aim his vomit into the co-ed bathroom sink."

"I was fucking. I don't get fucked," Hudson retorted.

"Oh, that one time was just special for me then?" Sidney asked. I fucking knew it. I knew they weren't just friends, I sensed that sexual tension. But instead of a victorious feeling of having figured it out, my stomach felt like it was in knots. I didn't like the idea of them like that. Why? I wasn't jealous, I couldn't be. I mean, Sidney and I hadn't even done it. And I didn't get jealous. It just wasn't me. Especially over a guy. What the hell was happening to me?

"Jesus shut up, you're all so loud. Just bring me food, please," Jonathon said, cupping his hands over his ears and turning over.

"I'll figured something out," I said, climbing out of the bed while the rest of them continued to squabble over who suffered more from Jonathon's binge drinking last night. I used that as an opportunity to snag the bathroom.

My peaceful shower only lasted 2 minutes before there was incessant knocking on the door, followed by death threats if I didn't get out immediately. It was just like home in the worst possible way. At least when I dropped-trou in front of Flynn he would back down, with these guys I think it would only entice them more.

I sighed and shook my shampooed head under the shower. I didn't even have a second to think or process everything that had been going on. It was just constant go. And maybe that was for the best, overthinking didn't lead anywhere good.

I rinsed off my face and opened my eyes to see Sidney, his toothbrush in hand and smirking at me through the very clear shower curtain. I instinctively grabbed the shower curtain to cover myself, realized how stupid that was and turned towards the wall as he bent over laughing, his mouth foaming with toothpaste.

"Why," I sighed. "Just why?" I didn't even have the energy to be angry anymore. I had slept for three nights on a shitty bed, every muscle that I didn't even have hurt, and I felt like I was losing the sense of who I was. Wow that was way too deep, back to the shallow end, Logan.