Dark-eyed Dreamers Ch 2/?
Title: Dark-eyed Dreamers
Author: x_cheapnovelty
Pairing: Alex Gaskarth/Oli Sykes
Rating: PG-13 for now
Summary: He pouted as he sauntered, and he sauntered all the way into the empty desk next to mine.
POV: Alex
Warnings: Naughty mouth words, eventual homogay fornication and the nonsense you come to accept that is my vocabulary.
Disclaimer: Highly imaginary.
Dedications: verymuchalivex because she believes in me :) and we read fic together out loud in stupid accents.
Author Notes: Beta'd this time ;D Leave me love if you likey! & thoughts are in italics.
I was confused. It hadn’t been long since Oli first made an appearance in my life and I’d never been more constantly aware of my surroundings, or more neurotic. Jack had noticed after about three days.
“Dude. What the hell is wrong with you lately? You’re so freaking jumpy.”
“Huh?”
“What’s up?” He repeated slowly.
I don’t know either, Jack! I don’t know what’s happening! I’ve become a social anxiety case, living in fear of my own shadow. Or Oli’s shadow. I have next class with him, I should ask him to sit with us at -
I was jerked from reverie by Jack. Again.
“Helloooo, Earth to Alexander,” he drawled, poking me in the shoulder. “The fuck, man?”
“Sorry Jack... I dunno I guess I’m not getting enough sleep or... something.”
“Right. You know you can tell me anything, yeah?” He said as he walked off to class.
“Yeah,” I mumbled under my breath. Anything. But to quite fucking honest I wasn’t sure why I was acting odd. At all. Not an inkling.
Skip forward to whenever it was that I rudely interrupted myself. I walked into that fateful first period class in which Oli was seated next to me and rumpled my hair in an obnoxious way.
“Mornin’ sunshine.”
I looked up quickly and a dumb grin crept across my face.
Hello pretty Oli.
“You got a beau’iful barnet, d’you know that?”
My God he just used the word “barnet.”
“You know it’s more like a sticky mop,” I laughed in reply.
“S’alright, still looks brilliant, dunnit?” He grinned at me. This made me happy. This made my heart thump. This made my face hot. This... was unusual.
Why does he make me feel like this? It’s almost a crush. But it can’t be a crush! Because he is a boy... and I’m not gay... am I?
Unfortunately, Oli hadn’t looked away from me and his expression was quizzical.
“Y’alright, mate?” He asked me, sounding concerned. Probably for my sanity.
No! I’m not oh-fucking-kay! I’m not okayyyyyy, you wear me out! Fuck, Alex, think straight. REPLY TO THE PRETTY BOY.
“Yeah man, right as rain...”
Right as rain???
“Can’t ‘ave you spacin’ out now. Who else would keep me cheery during these sodding classes, eh?” He said, nudging my arm. If I wasn’t so completely lost in my own thoughts I might have noticed his subtle attempt at flirting As it was, I was wrestling with the concept of being a gheyist, and, thinking about it now, I’d always been open-minded to that sort of thing... I mean I’d kissed girls and I’d kissed Jack. More than once. Okay, we’d made out. A lot.
So maybe I’m bi?
I turned my head to face pretty Oli, in what I hoped was an alluring way.
“Don’t fear, Oli dear. Alex is here.”
“That’s what I like to hear, innit?”
Is it?
**
Before long, I had two best friends. Much the same way I adopted America, Oli slotted into my circle of friends with ease. He’d already met Jack during PE when Jack’s tendency to jump around like a Mexican bean on speed had landed Oli spread-eagled in his little gym shorts on the floor sporting a knock to the funny bone.
“Christy, watch what you’re doin’, you boney nonce!”
“Sorry, man! Are you okay? Hey... are you new? I swear I’ve never fallen into you before.”
“Yeah... started ‘bout a week ago didn’t I? Are you always this bonkers?”
“Yep! I’m Jack. Are you British? That’s so awesome. And sorry again, are you okay?”
“Righ’, Jack. I’m Oli, British as they come. Yeah I’ll manage; it’s just a bit tingly innit.”
And that was how Jack and Oli had made friends. Jack didn’t shut up about Oli for the rest of that afternoon.
“Have you met the new kid? He’s from England like you! Except he sounds like you used to. What happened to that? Can he sit with us? You have to meet him, he has the best hair. I reckon he’d like our music, too. And he has piercings! Alex? Alexander? Alexia? Lexy-loooo? Gastank? Fuck, ALEX!”
“Yeah, I’ve met pretty Oli”
“Pretty?”
Fuck.