Pete
April 6th
So here I am;
laying on my stomach in a huge-ass pillow fort in the middle of a church with eight other teenagers.
The forts stretches from one side of pews to the other, so a big portion of the middle isle is to taken up. A roof of blankets and walls of pillows block us into a small space where you can crawl around just a bit.
Currently Frank and Gerard are spooning in a single sleeping bag, Gerard curling up as the little spoon. Hayley and Brendon are talking about something, Brendon sitting in Dallon's lap. Like what kind of shit is this?
I can handle two gays in a sleeping bag, but when the fags outnumber the straights—see that's where I draw the damn line.
That's Frank, Gerard, Brendon, Dallon, and Patrick now. That's too much of that shit. Hayley and Bob are straight though right? Are Bren and Dal even gay though? I don't fucking know. Jesus Christ.
"What's on your mind?" Patrick crawls over to Travie, Bob, and me.
The three of us were having a conversation—quite a pleasant one too.
"What?" I ask.
"You look so deep in thought. I'm wonder what you're thinking about." He smiles dull.
"Why does it matter?"
He shrugs, "you don't seem to be the kind of guy who thinks too deep about anything."
Oh, he doesn't know how wrong he is.
I'm an over thinker. I definitely don't appear to be that kind of guy though. I overthink my overthinking too, it's a sort of spiral effect that causes me to go into a downward spiral into a depression sometimes.
"Okay. That's fair, I guess." I respond.
"I don't know why you switched, man." I hear Travie and Bob continue the conversation.
"It got too heavy, I'm a tough dude, you know that. But after some point of bullying and queer shaming I couldn't really deal with being a part in that." He says in a softer tone than usual.
"Oh," Travie scratches the back of his neck.
"What did...why did Dallon ever switch..?" Bob looks back at Dallon.
This causes Travie, Patrick, and myself to all look back at him. He's cradling Brendon in his lap, running his fingers through Brendon's chocolate brown hair.
"I...I don't know." Travie says.
"He said he switched to be with someone who was a Young Blood." Patrick speaks up.
The three of us turn to him. We all had the same general idea floating around in our heads.
"Could that person be Brendon..?" I question.
"I guess." Patrick responds winded.
"Well...okay then." Travie laughs nervously.
———
"It's 1am." Bob says matter of factly.
"I know." I say.
Hayley, Frank, Travie, Dallon, and Brendon have all past out sleeping somewhere. Hayley and Travie just in a few pillows, while Frank has now been shifted to little spoon and Gerard is leaving small kisses on the back of his neck, and Dallon and Brendon are just all tangled limbs under a blanket.
Bob sits up next to me, just kind of staring off into the distance.
Patrick is half awake. He'll fall asleep for a seconds, then jolt awake. He's sitting next to me in my other side.
