This is the basis chapter of a story, if this gets a bit of attention I'll continue, if I like it I'll also continue.
TW - HOMOPHOBIC SLURS, SWEARING (SO FAR), HOMOSEXUALS
He yawned, and turned to Oliver. "You know, you're very boring."
Oliver rolled their eyes, looking at Tyler with disdain. "You can't say anything, mama's boy."
Tyler grinned, hitting them in the arm playfully. "Yeah whatever, at least I have a mum!"
Oliver froze, and Tyler fidgeted awkwardly. Did he go too far? Then Oliver turned and grinned at him. "You make a good point."
They laughed, Oliver leaning their head on his shoulder, looking up at Tyler in admiration. He smiled down at Oliver. God, he loved them.
Oliver fell asleep, and after a bit of looking at them, Tyler slept too. Then he woke up, and checked his phone. "Shit, 8:10?! Fuck, Oli get up, we need to leave!"
Oliver slowly woke up. "What? Huh?"
Then they realised, and - very quickly - got dressed. Oliver was in a black shirt of a random punk band and long, baggy, camo jeans. Tyler, on the other hand, was in a simple white shirt and blue jeans, slightly ripped. They both looked like the classic punky band kid and stereotypical jock.
Oliver grabbed their stuff and, after giving Tyler a kiss goodbye, left quickly and quietly, making sure not to be seen as they went to their class. Tyler put some gel in his hair, not wanting Oliver to see, as they said it made him look like every white American boy from the South. Not like he cared. Look, he loved Oliver but they could be so conscious of fashion and styles. Did it matter that much? Tyler then left, walking to his classes.
He walked into Psychology, and went straight over to Oliver, an ugly sneer on his face. "Hey freak, save the angst for the fanfiction. It's like you couldn't be more emo if you tried." Tyler's friends wandered over, wanting to catch their mate making fun of the weirdo. Oliver ignored him, scrolling on their phone like it didn't matter, it didn't bother them. Then he grabbed the phone and held it above them, grinning.
"You're clearly so desperate for this phone, so come get it, freaky band kid."
2 MONTHS EARLIER
First day of school, Oliver thought. Surely it will go well. He pushed the door, of his classroom, walking into the mostly full classroom and sitting next to some random guy, a blonde one that seemed like a bit of a dick, but whatever. The teacher started talking, and most people in the class weren't listening, but Oliver picked up on a couple words. "There is a college band, so go to Room 63 at lunch to sign up." Oliver raised his hand.
"Sir, what kind of music do they play?"
The teacher shrugged, and kept talking, but now there was snickers around the room, and they heard someone say, "Gay ass music twink."
This is hell, Oliver thought, absolute hell on Earth.
The class ended after a bit and everyone stood up and left. Seeing as it was lunch, they made their way to Room 63, but because the school has no maps, they got lost and wandered into the library. There they saw that same blonde kid that sat next to them. "What the fuck is his name again??" Oliver thought curiously, when he came over, standing in front of them.
"Hey. It's Oliver, right? Look, can you give me a hand with something? It's kinda private."
Oliver nodded, and followed him behind one of the shelves, where they both stood awkwardly for a second.
"So uh," Oliver asked, "what's your name then? And why do you need me?"
"Tyler. And...you're just so..." Tyler moved closer to them, and held their chin in his hand, eyes lidded. Oliver blushed slightly, taking a step back. What the fuck was he doing? Then Tyler let them go and started laughing hard, and one of the guys who made fun of him earlier came out from a hidden spot, holding a phone. "Oh this is gonna go so viral, I knew you were a fucking fag man!"
Oliver froze, watching them both in horror, silent. They just turned and left. They found a spare classroom, and only then did they sink onto a chair and bury their face in their hands. Their school life is over, it's done. All because of that fucking dick. They stood up, gathering their composure, walking out and finding Room 63. "Hi, sorry I'm late."
"It's fine, just get in line" the supposed manager, who was just a short dark haired girl, clearly a student. As everyone played their instruments and/or sung, Oliver got more and more insecure. How in the hell will I get into the band with people like that auditioning, they thought. I have no chance.
Then it was their turn. The guitar wasn't in tune, so they had to tune it. Then they messed up the first note of their song, but the manager just sighed and told them to try again, and that it's fine. As they started playing, a melody they wrote themselves, the room went quiet as the beautiful sound filled the room, and even the manager defrosted slightly, smiling to herself. Then they finished and she clapped once. "Okay guys, I will let you all know who's in the band by tomorrow. Go away now." And they all left.
What Oliver didn't notice was that Tyler was watching, from a forgotten door, peeking round. Eyes wide. Eyes locked on Oliver. They just mouth one word. "Woah." And then leave, as to not be caught by anyone.
Tyler loved a musician. Maybe he should get to know this punky band kid. Maybe.