A/N Using the guys from the TV show "the shield" The guys are seventeen and eighteen in this story
He wants to walk over to him. He actually begins to, one foot in front of the other, until he sees Adam get approached by "his guys" It was great seeing his boyfriend finally have friends. The downside was, they were all straight. They apparently were cool about him being Bi. Even so Eric kept his distance. Everytime he saw them his mind flashed back to the dark, the car and getting punched in the face. They looked nothing like the guys or guy that actually did it, but still.
He stopped taking steps. Adam looked super cool as usual. His long legs against the graffiti wall waving his hands around talking to Vic. Vic Mackey was the leader of this gang. Adam's crew. Word had it that Vic was super hard to impress, but himself and Adam had clicked from the start. Eric was still trying to decide how jealous he was of their relationship.
"Which one are you eye fucking?" Maeve asked.
"I wanna do some introductions. I wanna go over and say hi, but I've gotta be...different"
"You mean become a hyper masculine sexist arsehole?" She asked. Dressed in her usual black skirt and matching tights, she'd surprised the boys wearing a blue top with the words "Punk" written on it. Eric liked to the think that he played some part in that, but the way that she rolled her eyes at him suggested otherwise. "You can't change Eric, don't bother trying okay?"
"I don't wanna embarass Adam. What are they gonna think if I flounce over there in glitter jackets and sephora make up?"
"They don't matter"
"Yeah, they do. The same way keeping me happy matters to Otis"
"You fucking wish" Maeve smirks and they both catch each other's eye, and stick their tongues out.
"Maeve I need you to give me swagger. Give me that "I don't give a fuck energy!"
"Why don't you ask Anwar? He clearly hasn't given a fuck about you for years" She mutters.
"Yeah well...Adam more than made up for that hit or miss" Eric nods placing a hand on his hip. "I have bargaining chips you know. Skillet are giving out only twenty signed copied of their new album "How I wish" I can get you dibs if you spice up my wardrobe"
"Ask Jackson? or any guy?"
"Yeah because being up Jackson's irresistible arse, isn't going to made Adam jealous at all. Come on Maeve! If I talk to the postman for too fucking long, I get the silent treatment for the rest of the morning" He crosses his arms as Maeve stifles a laugh.
"Skillet is a definate thing? I want the current link" She asks.
"Sure! Just wave your warped magic wand and make me a rough and ready masculine, macho man!"
"Are you calling me a witch?" Maeve squints, scowling with fury. That alone get's Eric to quietly smile, pick up his French horn and make a quick exit. Before Adam and his mates were getting out their phones to watch the essay whizz kick him in the balls.