Sweetheart

Chapter 1: Of hate and collaboration

Some mornings promess such great things... Some mornings fill you the power of sun combined with the secrecy of the moon and you suddenly feel unvencible. Some mornings smell of toasts and melted butter, freshly cut grass and hot chocolate. Some mornings are victorious. That Friday morning in the little town was not. 

Andrew Fowler woke up with a headache, his blonde hair a mess and the clothes from the previous day still on. His phone ringed with a notification, shaking the bits of sleep still stuck to him. His mother was surely at work already and... "FUCK FUCK FUCK I'M LATE I'M LATE" The short boy quickly made his way to the kitchen, rather swallowed than ate his breakfast, showered as fast as he could and ran to school. He sighed as soon as he arrived: he barely just missed five minutes of the worst class ever, sex ed. 

Ryan Beaumont's morning was more of those victorious starts. First, it was a Friday, and everyone knows Fridays rock. Second, there was somebody warm besides him, that could only mean one thing. "Hey Robs, you're back... -Rye's whisper filled the room. 

-Yeah, you know I can't miss Christmas! -The statement was more like a sleepy groan.

-Oh, I thought you were back for my pretty eyes..." Rye pouted. Both boys broke into laughter, oh so happy see each other after months apart. The house was quickly filled with laughter and happy screams from the two younger brothers, sounds of a family reuninted back again for the official feast of unity. 

Jack was always soon to be in class. Even if he didn't really care, it had always been a little habit of his. What he wasn't expecting was the tiny stickers on the tables, each one arboring a name. Jack sat at the table that had his name, not looking at the one next to him. Students started walking in slowly, everyone with the same surprised and a little annoyed expression on the face as they discovered the stickers. Their english teacher came last, closing the door behind her and started the class. There was still nobody by Jack. 

She explained a project they had to do for Christmas break, and was halfway through a sentence when the door opened violently. A short boy ran in, nodded at the teacher  and looked at the placeshe pointed, a smirk spreading on his lips as Jack let out a sigh. Brooklyn Wyatt sat next to him, left the backpack on the table and motioned to face the taller boy. 

"What's up sweetheart? 

-Nothing much darling, what about you? -if sarcasm was a poison, Brooklyn' body would be laying on the floor already. 

-Same, to be fair, I only came here because I knew I'd see you, honey. 

-That's so sweet of you babe, thank you." 

No, Brooklyn and Jack didn't get along well at all. But they used to fight so much in the previous year that the principal forced them to act kindly towards each other or he would forbid them the entrance to the school. And of course the two boys tried to make it as annoying as they could for each other. 

"So you better give back the work on time! And don't forget I want both of you to do the work, make a team! This is Christmas, time to stick up together." The teacher stopped talking as the bell rang, and all the students rushe dout. Jack was mindlessly talking to Ryan, the taller lad arranging their locker, when he felt a pair of lips on his cheek. "Yours or mine, cutie?" Brooklyn's soft, flirty voice whispered in his ear. For a second, Jack's mind flew away, far away from everything, before he shook his head back to reality. The work, Brooklyn was talking about the work, obviously. He turned around and stilled the blonde boy by his waist and leaned on his cheek, whispering a light "mine" before kissing it delicately. He heard Ryan's laugh as he turned around, took his back pack and left a shocked Brooklyn in the middle of the halls with a "Bye sweetheart!"

A/N: 

I hope you will like this story!  Quick warning: I will write trigger warnings I judge necessary at the start of the chapter if I fell the need to. Also, some chapters may be different from what I wrote on instagram, so if you want the new version, make sure to read this ;) (So sorry for how short this chapter is, the rest'll be longer.)

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Your humble writer and bard, Lex