So hey guys. Get ready to get hit in the feels. Heh sorry it's been pretty calm lately and I had to kick some things up again. So yeah. Please enjoy this next chapter.
"That's so typical of you."
"What do you mean typical?"
"A pretty girl walks by and suddenly you're like a dog in heat or something." Mike blinked, staring at the scene he'd just walked in the middle of. Kevin and Fritz were both on their feet, the blonde looking offended and the redhead looking like he was about to explode. Scott was seated beside them with a book in his hands, Vincent and Jeremy on either side.
"So what?" Kevin was protesting, "It's not like I don't give you the same looks you know." Fritz flushed red, though whether it was from anger or embarrassment Mike couldn't quite tell.
"You're so full of it!" The smaller boy shouted, "And here I was going to ask you to the dance tonight. But no. You have to go and ruin it by being an idiot." Kevin gave a small snort.
"What? You gonna go with someone else?" The redhead straightened, fixing his glasses slightly.
"Maybe I will," he challenged. Kevin rolled his eyes.
"Right," the blonde said sarcastically, "because so many people would be willing to go with you." Mike swallowed, watching the pair warily. Fritz seemed to defuse slightly, but he didn't seem any less pissed. He turned, grabbing Vincent's hand.
"Come here." The violet haired male stood, looking annoyed.
"Don't expect me to get in the way of your lover's quarrel," he commented. Fritz ignored him.
"Fine," the redhead said to his boyfriend, "since you don't care I'll take Vincent instead."
"You'll do what now?" Vincent said, trying to tug away. Fritz refused to relinquish his grip on the taller teen's arm. "Sorry short stack I'm taken." Fritz glanced at Scott.
"You have my blessing," the dark haired man said, never once looking up, "enjoy him."
"You traitorous little shit," Vincent hissed. He was, once again, ignored.
"Fine," Kevin spat back. He grabbed Jeremy's arm, pulling the blonde to his feet. "I'll just take Jeremy then." The little blonde sputtered out a protest and then fell silent. "Come on Jere. We have to get going anyway." And with that he dragged Jeremy away. Fritz fumed for a moment longer and then stalked away, pulling a reluctant Vincent behind him. Mike shook his head for a moment before sitting down.
"What in the hell did I just witness?" Mike asked. Scott sighed and set his book aside.
"Just Kevin being an idiot," the dark haired boy said. Mike shot him a questioning look and the teen explained further. "Before those two got together Kevin had a tendency to play around. The girls nearly threw themselves at him. To be honest I'm shocked he actually got with Fritz."
"Why's that?" Mike asked.
"Kevin's basically straight," Scott said, "with the exception of Fritz apparently. That fact, combined with Kevin's past, tends to make Fritz insecure. So when the blonde idiot started checking out some of the girls today, Fritz kind of lost it."
"And from what I heard he didn't make it any better," Mike commented. Scott only nodded.
"He's not the brightest bulb but he tries," Scott said, "hopefully they fix it. Normally they don't fight, and the few fights they've had have been fairly mellow. This is likely the worst it's blown up."
"That bad huh," Mike said, looking off to where Kevin had stormed off with Jeremy. "How long do you think they'll fight?"
"I haven't a clue," Scott said, "but not long I hope. I'd like my boyfriend back eventually." Mike raised a brow.
'Interesting how well they work,' he thought, 'especially when they couldn't stand each other.' He watched as Scott ran a hand through his hair, looking partially bored. "So," he said after a moment, "You going to that dance tonight?"
"I wasn't planning on it," Scott said, "Those things don't interest me. Although it would almost be worth it to see how frustrated Vince would get. How about you?" He shook his head as the bell went off behind him. Scott stood, grabbing his book and stretching. "I'll see you Mike."
"Right," he said as the other wandered off. 'I never know what to think with these guys. And Jeremy will be home late I assume. Especially if Kevin's nearly claimed him. Oh well. I'll see him tonight anyway.'
Mike looked up from his homework as the front door clicked shut. Jeremy's mother had given him their spare bedroom, and it was where he waited as footsteps approached the door. Jeremy peeked in sheepishly. "Can I come in?" he asked softly. Mike nodded, setting his homework aside. "Sorry about earlier," Jeremy said, fiddling with the end of his sleeve, "Kevin's a bit…impossible to say no to at times."
"It's fine," Mike said as the blonde sat beside him, "how was the dance?" Jeremy shrugged. Mike cocked his head slightly. "Something wrong?"
"No," the blonde said softly, "I just…" He bent his head, obscuring his face from view. "I…I'd wanted to ask you to go with me…if you wanted…" Mike smiled slightly, wrapping an arm around the blonde and kissing the top of his head.
"It's alright," he said, "Kevin kind of dragged you with him. I don't mind."
"But…you didn't want to go?" Jeremy asked, glancing up at him. Mike only shrugged.
"Not really my scene," he said, "I would have if you asked but otherwise I wasn't planning to go. Same as Scott wasn't going." Jeremy giggled suddenly, smiling. "What?"
"Vincent made him go," Jeremy said, "or well…Fritz did I guess. Vincent said that if he was stuck going then so was Scott." Mike chuckled.
"I bet that was interesting to see," he said. Jeremy nodded, leaning into his side.
"It was," the blonde said, "Scott mostly sat outside the actual dance with a book.
"Why am I not surprised," Mike said. Jeremy hummed, looking thoughtful.
"Do you…do you think I could sleep in here tonight?" the teen asked, looking up at him, "Mom won't be back until morning so…" Mike hugged the boy.
"Of course you can," he said, "just make sure that your mom doesn't kill me if she finds out." Jeremy giggled again.
"Okay," he said with a smile.
"God damn it Scott! Tell your boyfriend to keep his hands off Fritz!" Mike sighed, rubbing at his head.
'And here I thought we were going to have a peaceful lunch today,' the dark haired teen thought. He looked up, tightening his grip on Jeremy as Kevin stormed over. Scott sighed, looking at the violet haired teen beside him.
"What did you do now?" he asked.
"I didn't do anything," Vincent protested, "Is it my fault that Fritz clings to me? That kid is harder to shake than a heat seeking missile. Speak of the devil." Fritz approached them, glaring at Kevin before sitting between Vincent and Mike. Within a moment of the redhead's appearance Vincent shifted, wrapping his arms around Scott's waist. He tugged the dark haired teen into his lap, looking suddenly possessive.
"How many times have I said not to do that?" Scott huffed, whacking his boyfriend.
"And how many times have I said I don't care?" Scott rolled his eyes, crossing his arms but not bothering to try and move.
"Just keep your hands off Vince," Kevin hissed.
"I'm not your property," Fritz stated, "so you get no say in anything that happens."
"You know what? You've-"
"Enough!" Mike stared at the teen in shock. He'd expected himself to be the one who snapped. Or maybe Vincent. Even Scott, someone who didn't get confrontational, was more likely in his mind. Not the usually soft spoken Jeremy. Yet the blonde stood, blue eyes suddenly blazing. "Would you two give it a rest already? You've been dating for a little over a year now. So get your shit together and cut this stupidity!" The blond gave each of them an annoyed look and then turned away. "I'll see you tonight Mike. I'm going to head home early." The blonde left, tension humming throughout his form. Kevin deflated, looking sad suddenly.
"Jere's right," the blonde said, "we've been being stupid." Fritz held his annoyed look for a moment before sighing.
"Yeah," he said, "he's right." They were both silent before Fritz stood. They shared a silent look before wandering off.
"About time those two make up," Vincent said with a huff. Scott only nodded.
'Yeah,' Mike thought with a small smile, 'It's about time.'
'I hope those two make up,' Jeremy thought, walking down the sidewalk. He shook his head, pulling his hoodie tighter around him as a chilled wind bit into him. He smiled to himself, walking in silence until a hand grabbed his shoulder. He turned, about to address the person when his eyes widened. "Oh," was all he managed, stepping back.
"You messed with the wrong family kid."
Guess who everyone. I imagine most of you know who our mystery man is. Also, I wanted to show that these guys aren't perfect couples. Shit happens. Anyway, I'm off. Bye!