Band Of Brothers preferences/one shots/imagines

Lawn Boy | Luztoye

"Nice," George hummed and splashed Joe again.

"Hey!" He giggled and splashed George the best he could with the pool net.

"Uh! That's not fair!" George crossed his arms as his shirt and shorts got wet.

"But it is," Joe winked and George fell 800 times harder.

"So why'd you move in with your Grandma? I mean if that's okay to ask?" Joe disappeared for a moment hanging up the pool net in the pool house and came back out.

"My parents died in a car accident a few years ago," George kept his eyes focused on his feet dangling into the water. He'd gotten better about talking about it. He didn't cry as much anymore about it.
Joe sat down next to George and put his feet in.

"Sorry for asking," he sighed looking up at the grey skies. Rain was in the forecast for today but neither of them knew what time it would start.

"Just been me and Grandma for awhile now. Grandpa Luz died when I was like 11. But she's always been there for me. My mom didn't really talk to her parents much it wasn't really a healthy relationship. Wow why am I telling you all this, I'm really sorry." George sighed and ran his hands down his face.

"No it's okay, I'm sorry for asking the question." Joe sighed looking at the other boy. George was in need for a haircut his hair was overgrown and kind of fell in his face. Joe couldn't ever stand when his hair got too long or short.

"Oh damn okay," George laughed awkwardly as the wind picked up and just started to down pour on them.

"Here come inside. Im sure grandma will be back from her brunch soon." George stood up along with Joe. They rushed up the deck steps and George opened the sliding glass door for them and they went in.

"Well that was close," Joe itched the back of his neck awkwardly.

"Yeah," George hummed, "Do you want some lunch? I made chili yesterday and they always say chili is better leftover."

"Oh sure," Joe followed George through the house. Into the kitchen. George opened the fridge and pulled out the Tupperware of chili.

"Bowls are up in that cabinet." George pointed blindly at the cabinet. Joe nodded and took one down handing it to George.
"How much you want?" He hummed and pulled the serving spoon out of a drawer.

"Measure with your heart of what you consider lunch size." Joe snickered and sat down at the table. George giggled and began scooping out the red consistency into the bowl.

"So what do you do during your summers?" Joe asked as he fidgeted with his fingers slightly. They both needed to admit that it was awkward.

"Uhm, I don't know." He shrugged, "I don't really have any friends. Just never really like clashed with anyone at school. Well I'm friends with this couple, Ron and Carwood. But like I don't know if you've ever been like a third wheel friend."

"Yeah I get it. I seem to be doing it everyday, Bills got Franny, Genes got Babe." Joe smiled through a bite of chili.

"Wait. Babe? That's his name?" George's lips pulled tight as he smiled wide his eyes glowing.

"Yep, well no." Joe began, "His real names Edward but since we met him in second grade he's always forced us to call him Babe. Only his boyfriend calls him Edward well his mom and the Nuns he always says."

"Please! That's too good," George wheezed as he rubbed the laughing tears from his eyes. Then a dark roll of thunder came, a flash outside. The lights flickered then the power went out, "God damnit."
George got up from the table and started gathering the candles that were spread around the main floor of the house. He set them up in the kitchen and dining room then lighted them.