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angelsandkings2011-04-27 04:48 pm
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ALL TOGETHER NOW! (V. 2) A bandom comment fic meme!
It's that time of year again!
Prompt! Write! Feedback! Anon or not. And tell other people about it, so we can have a bigger, better time.
Prompt! Write! Feedback! Anon or not. And tell other people about it, so we can have a bigger, better time.
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Mikey sticks his figures in his ears and makes what he hopes is a long-suffering noise. Then he makes it again, in case Pete didn't hear the first time. He glares at a knot in the wood of the wall and cautiously takes his fingers out of his ears. Pete and Alicia have stopped making out, which is good, but now Pete is talking to him.
"How come you're never wet after Swimming?" Pete asks, sticking his head over the edge of his bunk and looking at Mikey upside-down, carefully straightened bangs falling out of whack. He doesn't wait for Mikey to answer.
"I know you never even go in because your hair's always the same as it is in the morning. Hey, Mikey, speaking of morning, wasn't breakfast gross? Ew, I hate the eggs here. But there was bug juice, that was cool. And waffle sticks. Do you like waffle sticks? Hey, Mikey --"
"Ugh," says Mikey, eloquently, and decides to go find Gerard. From somewhere above him, he hears Alicia stifle a laugh.
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"I can't believe they put me with him again this summer," Mikey complains, picking at Gee's Star Wars sleeping bag. "I don't see why I can't be in Cabin 3 with you."
"Too old, you know that," Gerard says absently. He should probably be somewhere else right now, like at a CIT meeting or something, but Gerard never follows the schedule. They probably won't let him be a counselor next year, and then Mikey'll be all alone. Probably he just won't come.
"Frank's almost as old as me," Mikey says. It's not fair at all. The cutoff is totally arbitrary, and he's stuck in a cabin with stupid no-fun Brian as a counselor and Pete in the bunk above him.
Gerard sighs. "Aren't you supposed to be at the athletics field right now?" he asks. Mikey doesn't say anything, and Gerard just looks at him, then lies back and stares at the cabin ceiling.
"There's a beer under my bed," he says. Gerard is the worst CIT ever, but that's okay because he's an awesome brother. "Split it?"
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It's a little chilly out, sort of weird for July, and Mikey pulls his feet up on the rock and hugs his knees to his chest. Dinner was alright, burgers and fries, but he forgot to take his socks off when he waded out to the rock and now they're wet. Well, he remembered pretty soon after he stepped in the water but it was too late then anyway so he just kept going. He watches beads of water seep out of the socks and trickle away, and it's sort of fascinating which is why he doesn't notice someone splashing out to him until it's too late.
"Hey Mikeyway!" says Pete, getting water all over Mikey as he hoists himself onto the rock. "I didn't know you'd found my rock! Anyway, isn't it cool? I like how you can look out over the lake and hear people going by on the path but they can't see you, like you're a spy, you know?"
Mikey knows all of this, because it's not Pete's stupid rock, it's his.
"It's my rock," he mutters.
"We can share, I don't mind," Pete says, smiling like he's doing Mikey a favor. He's got eyeliner on and he looks ridiculous.
"Shouldn't you be kicking me off so there's room for Alicia?" Mikey asks, meanly. He used to like Alicia, is the worst part. He used to like Pete, too, last summer when they hung out together the whole time and had a secret club and before Alicia ruined everything.
"We broke up," says Pete. He's not smiling anymore, but he doesn't sound that upset about it.
"Oh," Mikey says awkwardly. They stare at the sun setting on the other side of the lake, and Mikey wishes he'd remembered to put on bug repellent.
"So you never want to go in the water at Swimming, but you'll walk out to the rock," says Pete. "I guess you aren't a witch after all." He sounds a little disappointed.
"What?" says Mikey.
"You know, witches float, right? Like that's how they used to know who to burn, or whatever. I thought maybe you float and you didn't want people to know you could do magic."
"I'm pretty sure if I could do magic Gerard would have bragged to everyone at camp by now," Mikey says. "He can't keep secrets at all. He tells me my Christmas present every year at Easter."
"Fucking mosquitoes," says Pete. "Should we go back in?"
"I don't like putting my face in the water," says Mikey suddenly.
"Okay," says Pete. "I'm pretty sure it only comes up to our ankles here, though."
"I mean, like, that's why in don't go in during Swimming," says Mikey. "I can do it. I know how to swim, I mean. I just don't like all the green and how you don't really know where you are."
Pete's looking at Mikey with wide eyes all circled in black, and he nods without saying that it's stupid.
"You could pretend it's the mists of time from Amazon Trail," he says, and then he blinks twice and presses his lips against Mikey's.
Oh, thinks Mikey, and he's not so mad at Alicia anymore. Pete moves his mouth away and breathes out a little and his eyes are still wide and his breath smells like burgers.
Mikey doesn't really mind, so he leans in again before Pete can say something stupid, and it feels a lot like opening his eyes underwater, but good.
They stay out long enough for the mosquitoes to launch an all-out attack. Mikey doesn't care.
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