A/N- OTP Prompts from that-odd-fangirl on tumblr

A/N: Lyrics in Bold are another version of "Anywhere but here" by the band SafetySuit

"I wonder if maybe, maybe I could be,
All you ever dreamed...….

'Cause you are, beautiful inside, so lovely and I
Can't do anything without you, you are,
And when I'm not with you, the heart-break is true,
I can't be myself, full of regret, I need you"

"Man! Oatie! Look! The LGBT cookie!" Cheap arse Mr Groff actually bought some! Do you think if I buy one for Anwar, we can share it?"

"Eric he can probably hear you from across the canteen. And FYI, I've heard he's avoiding carbohydrates like the plague. Come on I wanna show you the Thelma DVD preview" He asks lightly tugging his shoulder.

"Cookies first, film later, try one with me! It's got multi-coloured sprinkles!"

"There won't be a later, you're doing extra band practise. Which you don't have to do. Mr Groff already said you're...adequate" Otis smiles.

"Oatie you're such a bad liar, I'm still trying to find out, if that's good or bad!"

"The Thelma preview first, then I'll buy you lunch!" Otis said as Eric reluctantly grabbed his hand. They walked out together, hands now apart but gently touching every now and again. Otis would buy him the cookie later, he'd been going on about this film for weeks. The preview was fun. Thelma was a supernatural film with an LGBT twist. One day, he did want his friend to suprise him with an action film, or a documentary that didn't include gay guys. Otis was super accepting, almost to a fault sometimes.

He gets home, does homework in his Nyma Tang make-up before going to the bathroom to wipe it off. Of course he finishes most of his sisters wipes, so he's got to go downstairs to get another pack before Fiona realises he's taken it. He's halfway down the stairs when a hefty object gets' shoved through the letterbox. Curious, he runs down and picks it up. He looks at the label. It's the LGBT cookie from the canteen. It's way bigger than the one his cheap school had.

He smiles and opens the door to thank his best friend.

"Thanks sweet cheeks!" He yells, taking a step back in horror when he sees his ex spin around.

"No probs"

"Oh god! It's you. I'm guessing I have to bin it"

"Why?" Adam pauses.

"Cause knowing you, it might be poisioned" He waves the cookie in front of his own eyes while his ex shrugs.

"Ungrateful prick. Custom made that was. Bigger than average, all for you"

"I'm not gonna get too excited. Not everything bigger than average is tasty. You're living proof of that" He smirks at the dig telling himself to save that for future reference. He sits on the doorstep, as Adam gives him the middle finger and begins to walk away. He shut's the door a tilt. He gets his dad car keys and lightly opens the cookie box. He widens the door back open, swearing under his breath as Adam's back on his door-step.

"Sorry? You wrote an apology on a cookie? You can't just say it?"

"Tromboner I ain't good at this!" He mutters digging his hand into his jeans.

"Please don't smoke!"

"I won't. I know your dad can't stand that shit in the house" He whistles as he shakes a little from the cold weather. "You were right"

"I'm correct about nearly everything Ad, you're gonna have to narrow it down" Eric tuts.

"Dick...you were right about my dad. About me getting so many chances. As much as a prick as he is. Everytime a girl would dump me, he would always say that I didn't need her. As much as he liked Aimee's big house and her money. When she dumped my arse, he was like "onwards and upwards son. You'll get another blonde just like this" He clicked his fingers and dropped his hand by his side.

"I didn't give a shit, cause after her, I could always get someone fitter, sexier, with bigger tits or a better body. He always told me I could upgrade"

"Well you're single now. Mr Groff. So fucking upgrade!" Eric raises his eyebrows.

"IdunnoI'vegototherplans" He lowers his voice to a whisper.

"Wait, what?" Eric stares at him trying to figure out his words.

"Tromboner, you're the "Red dragon" You're "The boy that kicked the hornet's nest" You're Mission Impossible Seven, but I know that film's gonna be a pile of shit"

"Hold on...Are you calling me a pile of shit?" He accuses the taller teen.

"No! Course not! I'm saying that you're the endgame. You're the best upgrade that I'm ever gonna get. I should have told you that in the closet" Adam huffs picking at his longer styled hair, a habit he did when he got stressed.

"When we're together, you're so...different man. I show interest and like clockwork, you treat me like shit" Eric pouts.

"I know, the more you care. The more I act up. But I'm not used to this"

"I know you're not used to holding hands at school yet...…."

"Nah, I'm just not used to people caring about me. Mum does sometimes. But maybe she's putting on a show. It's weird to have you in my space, in my life. You want to buy me stuff, and hang out with me, just because. No-one's really ever liked me...like that. No-one's ever smiled at me, without wanting something back. Like... I'm just not used to people trying. I'm used to people throwing me away, like a day old Kebab"

"Ad I don't wanna throw you away!" Eric sighs, rocking himself back and forth on his slippers, as tears filled his eyes.

"In the closet you asked me, "do you want to be nice?" Adam scratches the back of his head.

"My cute little cookie! I know deep down, that you're sweeter than honey sprinkled with sugar!"

"I never show it though. I wanna be nice to you. I want to do romantic shit with you Tromboner. I want you to borrow my hoodie on a cold day. I wanna take you out and share food one night. I want to watch your favourite film with you, when you come home upset. I'm not stupid. I know I don't make this shit easy for you. That's...that's what that large arse cookie was for. That cookie is...me, trying to be nice...for a change" Adam leans over and pats his shoulder before chucking his thumb over to the corner shop. "I'm kind of thirsty from all the begging I've been doing. I'm getting a drink, do you want one, before I head off?"

Eric sticks his tongue out and shakes his head. "No"

"No?"

"Babe, this cookie is huge, I can't eat this alone. I wanna get a six pack by July!"

"Tromboner fuck off. You're perfect!" Adam admits, as Eric holds out his arm and gently guides the forgiven boy back into his house.

The End! Thanks for reading!