𝐍𝐄𝐖 𝐊𝐈𝐃 ᵐᵃʸˡᵒʳ

♛ .𝟏𝟒. ♛

As the teacher started writing down notes on the chalkboard, they all copied down whatever was on the board.

❝hey,❞ Roger whispered over to Brian, ❝after school can I study this with you?❞

❝yeah sure.❞ Brian replied.

❝no talking please.❞ Mrs. Thomas said.

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Everyone was gathering in the PE locker room, finally realising they had a free day today.

Mr. Ben, or Mr. Hardy let the boys vote either to play out on the courts, or choose to watch a movie. About almost everyone chose to watch a movie.

Then we all agreed on to watch: To Kill A Mockingbird.

Brian sat against his locker. ❝can I sit by you?❞ Roger asked. ❝yeah sure.❞ Brian scooted over to create space for Roger.

❝I need some fucking popcorn for this shit.❞ Freddie mumbled.

❝if you need to work on homework, you can go sit on the bleachers. Mr. Malek will be watching the ones who go out there.❞ The PE teacher informed.

A few kids stood up, grabbed their backpacks, and went out the locker room.

❝nerds...❞ Freddie mumbled.

❝should we go?❞ Roger asked, pointing at the door. Brian shook his head, ❝after school is better. I would rather not be worrying about how much time we have left to study.❞ Roger just hummed in response.

❝now, guys. If you talk too loud, you're out. Got it?❞ Mr. Hardy told.

The boys nodded.

When Mr. Hardy started the movie, it suddenly got extremely quiet.

Luckily the whole movie was two hours, so people decided to sleep, or actually watch the movie.

❝are you sure nothing happened after?❞ Freddie whispered. Brian darted his head at the raven haired boy, ❝quit asking.❞

❝why?❞

❝you're soon going to ask why I punched you if you don't stop asking why...❞ Brian snapped. ❝woah, calm down. Sheesh.❞ Freddie rolled his eyes.

❝Freddie?❞ John said. ❝yeah?❞ Freddie replied. ❝can I borrow your jacket?❞ John questioned. Freddie nodded, ❝sure.❞

❝talking about me and Roger, huh?❞ Brian lifted a brow. ❝hey, look. At least I'm not scared to show John that I admire him.❞

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❝I can tell that this test is going to be challenging...❞ Roger flipped through the few pages of notes. ❝we learned half of this in 8th grade.❞ Brian said.

❝well, I don't have a great memory like you.❞ Roger, sassily, crossed his arms, ❝-and I struggled in Honours anyways.❞

❝then why did you continue with it?❞ Brian questioned, propping his chin in his right palm. ❝I heard that you could be finished with Maths in eleventh. So...❞ Roger shrugged.

Brian understood, lifting his eyebrows. Then he asked, ❝you're not taking AP Calculus next year?❞ Roger shook his head, frowning, ❝I want a schedule that has mostly electives next year, and I don't want to stress myself out anymore.❞

❝oh...❞ Brian gazed down at his notes, strangely feeling a blanket of sadness flow over him. ❝but also, I didn't know there was band here...❞ Roger changed the subject, ❝if I'd known earlier, I would've definitely taken it.❞

❝band would be better with you.❞ Brian mumbled. ❝huh?❞ Roger couldn't comprehend what he muttered. ❝nothing.❞ Brian sighed, ❝anyways, you play an instrument?❞

Roger bobbed his head, ❝yeah. I play the drums.❞ Brian's eyes lit up, ❝really?❞

❝yeah really.❞ Roger laughed. ❝I play the electric guitar.❞ Brian told. ❝wow, you actually don't look like the person who would play that.❞ The blonde laughed. ❝everyone says that!❞ Brian shouted in hush tone.

Roger then glanced at Brian's hands. His fingers were long and slender.

❝well, actually...❞ Roger said, ❝I take that back.❞ Brian crossed his arms across his chest, and sunk in his chair, ❝why?❞

❝because people just don't take the time to look at your fingers.❞ Roger pointed at Brian's hand, ❝they're so narrow it's not even funny.❞

❝so you're telling me that I have lengthy fingers?❞ Brian glanced at Roger. ❝yes.❞ Roger replied, ❝definitely longer than mine.❞

❝mate, your fingers are the same length as mine!❞ The taller student disagreed with Roger. ❝no, they're not!❞ Roger chuckled.

❝fine, let's see.❞ Brian put his hand up. ❝we will see.❞ Roger, confidently, lifted his brows.

Roger's soft hand pressed against Brian's rough one.

❝see!❞ Roger's fingers were really a few centimetres shorter than Brian's. Brian acted like he couldn't see it, ❝you're just trying to scoot your hand down to make your fingers shorter. You can't fool me.❞

❝wha-!❞ The drummer's mouth dropped, ❝no, I'm not.❞ Brian nodded, ❝yes you are.❞

❝Brian.❞ Roger's face immediately fell blank. ❝what?❞ Brian lifted a brow, trying to hide his laughter. ❝quit-. Accept the fact that you have big- actually huge hands!❞

❝I won't except it. I know you're just trying to trick me...❞ Brian turned his head away, faking a pout.

Roger just stared at Brian, ❝you've got to be joking.❞ Roger then shook his head, sighing.

❝I'm just kidding.❞ Brian faced Roger and quietly laughed. Roger tried to stay mad at him, ❝you fucking-...❞ He then gave up and began to laugh with Brian.

While they were laughing, the two boys never realised their fingers slowly intertwined.

❝I h-hate you so much...❞ Roger died down. Brian cheekily smiled in response.

They both then gazed over at their hands.

Brian felt his cheek grow pink, and his stomach quickly fill up with butterflies.

Roger also felt himself blushing and just stared at his and Brian's hand. He didn't know whether to scream, and let go, or just wait until Brian did something about it.

Shortly, hazel eyes met blue eyes. Both of them soon got stuck staring at each other.

Roger's breath hitched. His mind went blank. His body was frozen like ice. He had never imagined himself and Brian to unexpectedly hold hands.

Brian stayed silent. He was really confused on how their fingers even did- that. At first they were laughing and all of a sudden their fingers decided to do whatever they wanted.

The blonde was the first one to break eye contact. He let go of Brian's hand, ❝uh- um...❞

Brian took a deep, shaky breath, ❝you know, uh...❞ He scratched the back of his neck.

❝I'm just- gonna-,❞ Roger pointed at his notebook, ❝study.❞

❝yeah...❞ Brian averted his head away from the blonde.

And both of them thought:

I can't believe that really happened.

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i'm trying to get to the really really really good part asap as possible
and i'm trying to finish this book so i could focus on the deacury book [4 all u fans ;)))))]
and the beatles gc b4 school starts...maYbe
but
i realised i only have a week left of paradise and a week of freaking out
but um ye
byeeee
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