IV- Party

"Well, Peter likes you, so it won't be too hard for you to get with him." Josh said, "But he isn't like most of the other boys. Sure he'll take your flowers, but it's not going to impress him much… You have to be really creative and witty if you want to majorly catch his attention."

"How? What does he like? I mean, besides music."

"Now that's a pretty hard question to answer… he didn't really talk much about what he liked when we were dating… He likes artsy things. Oh, but he does have a thing for movies… He has quite an impressive collection… He once said he liked poetry. I don't know if that counts as art or not… but that's an idea! You could write him a poem!"

"Uh, no." Gary said flatly.

"Why not?" Josh asked, brows furrowing.

"Because, I'm not good with emotions… especially when I have to put them in word form."

"So? It doesn't have to be done in five minutes. You could take your time with it if you needed to."

"I don't do poetry. Sorry, but no."

Josh pouted. "Fine, what's your great idea?"

"I don't know… God, if I say I'll try will you stop pouting? Fucking girl…" Gary said, irritated.

Josh stopped pouting. "Yeah, sure."

Gary sighed. "I kissed him earlier… right before I headed back."

"Oh… he's gonna be pissed at you!" Josh said, laughing.

"Why?" Gary asked.

"He'll let you know when you two are alone tonight. But anyway, I told him I'd show you around, so let's get going." Josh said, grabbing his purse and heading downstairs.

Gary turned off the CD player before following him downstairs.

9 p.m.-

"Hey, Pete-baby! I have Gary!"

"That's always a good sign…" Pete mumbled dryly.

"Aw, are you still mad at me, Femme-boy?" Gary asked.

Pete glared at him before tuning to glare at Blake, whose shoulders were shaking from silent laughter.

"Shut up, Blake…" Pete said, swatting the older boy on the shoulder.

Blake let out one last low chuckle. "Sorry. Anyway, shall we?" he asked, leading the way to his battered ban.

"Shotgun!" Josh said, giggling.

They all clabbered into the van, Pete and Gary in the backseat, Josh and Blake in the front. Blake's drums and guitar were in the very back. The drive to Ron's house took almost thirty minutes, his house being out in the woods, were there was sure to be no sound level complaints. It was a silent ride, until Gary put his hand on Pete's thigh, wanting a reaction from him… He got one. Pete swung blindly in Gary's general direction, and ended up smacking him in the face. Pete wasn't sorry… yet. Gary decided it would be best to keep his hands to himself for the rest of the night.

"What the hell are you two doing back there?" Blake asked, glancing in the rear view mirror but seeing nothing but blackness.

"Gary's touching me inappropriately…" Pete said, his tone not even close to how pissed off he felt.

"Jeez Gary, you can't wait till he's drunk off his ass to molest him? You're less likely to be hit that way." Josh said.

"Shut up, Josh." Both Gary and Petey said in unison.

Josh was just about to come back with a clever reply when Blake interrupted them.

"Cool it guys… Act like first graders later, ok?"

But by now they were at their destination. There were some people outside, spread out in small groups. And there were tons of cars.

"Okay, guys. If anyone asks, you're all eighteen, understood? Don't even try for over twenty-one. No one will believe you. But you'll most likely get beer anyway, since probably no one here really cares. But that still means no casual sex, Josh…" Blake said, chucking darkly.

"Shut the hell up!"

"Alright, alright. You all get to help me take my drums in. Yay for you guys."

Once they had everything set up inside the living room of the almost mansion sized house, Gary and Josh disappeared to go find something to drink, leaving Pete and Blake on the small raised part of the floor. Ron had been kind enough to supply them with microphones and amps. Pete was tuning the guitar while Blake tested out the drums to make sure he had everything just right. They had discussed the line up while at work because it had been a very slow day. They would only play for an hour and a half and leave around midnight.

"Are you guys ready yet, Blake?"

"Just about Ron. Pete?"

"I'm ready…"

"You sure?"

"Yes." Pete said, trying to sound convincing.

"Kay then, we're ready."

Pete began strumming the first few notes of Goodbye by Anti, he was soon joined by Blake…

11:30 p.m.-

Pete stumbled out the front door, trying to escape the heat that had welled up inside from the mass of bodies that jumped around and grinded against each other. Cool night air was his reward. He sat on the front steps, pulling his knees to his chest. He was tired, and was having trouble keeping his eyes open.

"What's the matter, Pete? Don't like it in there? I can't say I blame you."

Pete turned to the right, to glare at Gary, who was leaning against the railing of the porch.

"You're still mad at me? Let it go, would you? It's not my fault you dropped your guard."

"You still invaded my personal space, Gary."

"I didn't hear you complaining while you were swooning in the middle of it."

"Sh-shut up! That's not the point, ass."

"Then what is the point? That I finally gave you what you wanted? And don't deny it, Josh told me everything."

"Ev-everything?" Pete asked, eyes widening in mortification.

"Everything."

Pete sat in silence for a moment, staring at the grass in shock.

"He wouldn't!" Pete said, his head whipping around again so he faced Gary once more.

"He did."

"No! You're a fucking liar!" Pete said, standing and going over to Gary.

"Am I? How 'bout you go ask him yourself."

"Hey guys! What's happening?" Josh asked, waving.

"I need to talk to you. Now, if possible." Pete said, grabbing Josh's wrist and leading him to the other end of the porch.

"What did I do?" Josh asked when Petey released him.

"What did you tell Gary today?"

"That you like him like he likes you. Why?" Josh asked.

"Because he told me you told him everything…"

"Psh… hell no. I only told him you liked him and what he could do to get you to like him more. Nothing else."

"You swear?" Pete asked, his fear subsiding a little.

"Yes. I swear. Are you okay?" He asked, putting a hand on Pete's shoulder.

"Yeah, I was just a little panicky for a minute there." Pete said, sighing.

"Alright… Look, talk to him okay? He seems nice enough. He could be good for you, Peter. I'm gonna go back inside for a bit. Blake said we leave at midnight." Josh said, turning to leave.

"Yeah ok…"

Pete waited until Josh was inside then walked back up to Gary triumphantly.

"What?" Gary asked, raising an eyebrow at the boy.

"He didn't tell you much of anything really."

"Okay, so are you still mad at me?" Gary asked, running his hand up and down Pete's arm in what he hoped was a soothing gesture.

"I want to be, but I can't." Pete said, blushing.

"Why not?" Gary asked.

"Because… I like you too much…" Pete said, letting his hair cast his eyes in shadows.

Gary lifted Pete by his chin to meet his gaze.

"How much?" Gary asked, leaning in closer to Pete.

"…Enough to do this…" Pete said, closing the small gap of space between their lips.

Gary was pleasantly surprised, as he let his hands fall to Pete's hips. Pete wrapped his arms around Gary's neck, bringing their bodies closer than he had originally intended for them to get. He parted his lips to allow Gary entrance and the older brunette wasted no time in letting himself explore the smaller boy's mouth. Petey didn't know how long the two of them stood there like that, their tongues battling for dominance but, he was quick to pull away when he heard someone clear their throat.

Blushing, he bit his lip and met the gaze of their onlookers, who of course were Blake and Josh.

"Don't let us interrupt, guys." Josh said, grinning.

Blushing, Pete buried his face into Gary's chest. He could practically see the smile on Gary's face.

"How long have you guys been there?" Pete asked, finally looking up at the two voyeurs he had for friends.

"Long enough. Ready to go?" Blake asked.

Pete nodded and followed the two boys to the van. He was surprised when Gary slipped his hand into Pete's, intertwining their fingers. Pete glanced up at Gary, a questioning look in his eyes, but Gary was looking off in a random direction with a slight pink tinge on his cheeks.

The ride back was so much quieter that on the way there… it was dead silent. Pete was actually fast asleep when Gary shook him awake.

"Pete, we're back home. Get up…"

Pete opened his eyes, blinking to try and have his eyes adjust faster. Pete managed to shuffle his way to his house, up the stairs, and to his room. Once there he unthinkingly climbed into his bed, falling fast asleep. Gary stood for a few moments in the middle of the room, trying to decide if it would be safer for him to sleep on the futon or lay down with Peter on the bed. He finally decided to fuck the consequences and lay down beside his Femme-boy. He actually got a shock when Pete unconsciously cuddled up to him, sighing in contentment. He wrapped his arms around the smaller boy's thin waist and somehow found sleep, even with all those damned emotions and confused thoughts running through his mind.

-End Ch. 4-

This one is self explanatory I guess… kinda cute, I guess. I get so happy when I read those reviews… I swell with determination to get the next chapter done faster, so keep reviewing if you want a chapter a day, which is the pace I'm working at right now. Surprising, considering my work ethic. I hope you guys enjoyed this one.