Ignorance {TABLE 32}
Summary: Gary and Kennedy secretly like each other? { Table.}
Disclaimer: Only owned in Katyland :)
"Garrett," Pat whined as Gary snatched his laptop and bounded over to Kennedy. Gary handed over the device and curled up beside the taller boy.
"I wanted to listen to Billiam," Gary said, passing tate off as his excuse. Pat sighed & removed the phone from his pocket while Kenny pulled up Pat's music.
"Which one?" he asked Garrett softly, nuzzling his face in to the boys dark red hair.
"Waiting Up," Gary mumbled firmly as Pat yawned.
"Night, guys," Pat muttered as he headed for his room. Kenny gave a half hearted wave as he searched for the aforementioned song.
Monday eyes, blue shirt is faded; a perfect smile is overrated. Garrett smiled softly as the adorable voice flowed and snuggled into Kenny some more.
Your heartbeat keeps time with mine. Gary mouthed the word silently, for they were fitting. Kennedy's heartbeat was pounding in time with Garrett's as the boys leaned on each other.
"You're tired sweetie, go to sleep." Garrett sang loud enough for Kenny to understand he was directing the words toward him.
"You go to sleep," Kennedy mumbled.
"I'm waiting up so I can watch you fall asleep," Garrett smirked. Kenny mumbled something incoherent before putting the singing laptop on the coffee table and snuggling into the couch with Gary at his side.
"Good night, Gar," he murmured.
"Sweet dreams, Ken," Garrett muttered as he too fell into unconsciousness.
-!-
"Gary! What the hell?!" Kennedy shouted, bolting off the couch after the boy, the previous night's events cleared from his mind.
"It was Pat!" Garrett protested, laughing as Kenny tried to shake the water out of his hair.
"Fuck, it was not!" Pat screeched from the kitchen. Garrett circled the living room & bolted towards the bathroom with Kenny on his tail.
"Get him, Kenny!" John cheered.
"Hey!" Garrett protested at his friends cheering for the other guy.
"Sorry, dude."
"Damn, Kenny! It was just water!" Garrett defended as the brunette lunged at him.
"Yea, on my head while I was sleeping!" he growled, grabbing at Garrett's sweatshirt.
"I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" he squealed repeatedly as Kenny pushed through the bathroom door with Garrett's body. Kennedy growled teasingly as they jammed themselves into the ridiculously small bathroom. "Oh, we should talk to John about getting a bigger bathroom," Garrett chuckled and continued to ramble about nothing. Kenny smiled slightly and realized how close he was to the shorter boy. The water in his hair was dripping onto Garrett's bare shoulder.
"Gary," Kennedy breathed. Garrett sensed the seriousness - and was that fear?- in his friend voice and he silenced his own.
"Kenny?" Garrett's voice was curious and, as much as he would deny it, hopeful. He knew what would could happen.
"C- Ca- Can I- ?"
"Please," Garrett puled. Kenny wasted no time in pressing his lips against Garrett's, even if it was hesitantly. Kenny seemed to be testing out the idea of kissing Garrett, of kissing another boy. Gary didn't push forward. He let Kenny do as he pleased. The brunette pulled away softly and Garrett had to resist pulling him back for another kiss.
"I-" Kennedy's face read that he really could not find the words to say.
"It's-"
"I think my breakfast is burning," Kennedy said hastily, rushing out of the bathroom. Garrett bit his lip nervously. He knew full well that Kenny didn't even eat breakfast, let alone burn it. Instead of trudging back into the kitchen, Garrett flicked on the shower & tip toed into Pat's room to steal some clean clothes. He returned to the bathroom without being noticed by anyone, thanking God that John had the room across from the miniature bathroom. After his quick shower, Garrett went to the living room, grabbed Pat's laptop, and went to hide in Pat's room. Fortunately, Pat was still in the kitchen with John. Twenty minutes into Garrett's Internet surfing someone noticed his absence.
"Hey, where's Gary?" John asked loudly from the kitchen. There was no audible reply but Kenny had shrugged. Then, Pat's door was opening revealing the boy himself.
"Hey, Pat," Gary muttered.
"What's wrong with you?" Pat jumped right into worry mode.
"I'm fine," Garrett lied.
"Freaked out, insecure, neurotic, and emotional or fucked up, insecure, nervous and emotional?" Pat smirked as he shut the door behind him and sat across from Gary on the bed.
"How about just fine?"
"Jaded, unwanted, scarred, and terrified-"
"Pat," Garrett hissed.
"Sorry," Pat mumbled. He could get carried away when playing acronym games. "Will you tell me what's wrong?" He asked softly.
"Why?" Garrett scoffed.
"Uh, I'm your best friend and you were in a totally good morning until you woke Kenny- Did something happen in the bathroom? Does he like you too?!" Pat squealed.
"Shut up," Garrett whisper yelled, aiming a pillow at Pat's face.
"Sorry, sorry, but does he?!" Pat whisper yelled back, tossing the pillow to the floor. Garrett shrugged and turned his eyes back to the Pat's laptop. "Did you kiss him?" Garrett shook his head as his eyes roamed across Pat's wallpaper. It was the whole band at warped last year. Pat paused; he was thinking. "Did he kiss you?" Garrett let his head nod slightly as he watched the motionless Kenny grinning onscreen while Pat squealed into a nearby pillow. "Tell me everything! Did he like it? Did you like? Why aren't you guys together now? Did you push him away? Garrett, you should-"
"Pat, forget it," Garrett said plainly.
"Gar, don't be ignorant," Pat replied in the same tone.
"But ignorance is my new best friend," Garrett smirked.
"Don't quote Hayley. It's weird," Pat chuckled. "Besides, I'm your best friend." He smiled sweetly and curled up beside Gary.
"What?" Garrett gave in to Pat's big eyed watch.
"You and Kenny would be so adorable together," He sighed.
"Whatever,"
"You should talk to him."
"I'm not going to."
"Why?"
"I'm not," Garrett said decisively.
"Fine," Pat whined. "But you didn't say I couldn't!" He shouted, standing and dashing out the door.
"Fuck! Pat, stop!" He shouted, dashing after the boy. Pat was already halfway across the living room when Garrett reached the threshold. Then, he let out what could only be called a war cry and jumped after Pat. His fingers brushed the back of the boys wife "Patrick Jonathan," He growled menacingly in the boys ear. "If you go talk to Kenny I will hunt you down and get Marilyn Manson after your ass," Pat's eyes grew wide. He is fucking terrified of that musician.
"Alright, okay, okay, I won't," He promised hastily, squirming out of Garrett's grasp. "At least come and join civilization?" Pat tried, gesturing toward the kitchen. Gary rolled his eyes and shrugged, following Pat grudgingly. Kennedy visibly stiffened when Garrett entered the kitchen, and not in the pants. Kennedy was uncomfortable and Garrett felt bad.
"Hey, Gar, where ya been?" John asked casually, either not noticing or ignoring the tension in the room.
"Everywhere and nowhere, John oh, right?" Garrett gave his commonplace answer and slid onto the bar stool beside the tall singer.
"Anybody want bacon?" Pat offered as he headed to pull the finished bacon off the stove and transferred it to a plate.
"I don't eat breakfast," Garrett & Kennedy said in unison. They locked eyes and both boys froze. Neither guitarist said anything. They just looked. Blue eyes to brown, water to mud, shorter to taller, worried to confused.
"Alright," Pat said warily, "John, let's go outside,"
"Why?" He whined.
"We can call Jared and eat breakfast by the pool," Pat taunted, skipping towards the door. John loved eating by the pool. Who knows why? He joined the shorter boy quickly, leaving Kenny & Garrett alone.
"Yea, maybe I'll eat by the pool too," Garrett mumbled after a few more minutes of awkward silence.
"Gar, wait," Kennedy called hesitantly. The redhead stopped immediately.
"What, Kenny?" He asked softly, his back still turned and his eyes on the floor.
"You know, I did-" Kennedy cut himself off. Clearly he hadn't thought about what he was going to say before he spoke. Garrett waited patiently but didn't move. Kennedy was getting frustrated with himself and Garrett. He wanted to scan Garrett's face and read the feeling in his eyes but Garrett wouldn't allow it. "C- Can you just look at me?" He asked finally. Garrett turned slowly but kept his eyes on Kenny's socks.
"Just say it," Garrett urged. He didn't know what Kennedy was going to tell him but he guessed that it would be a rejection.
"I just- I real- Gary, I like you too." The way Kennedy finally said it sounded like he was really putting himself out there. In his mind, I suppose, he was but to Gary he was just confirming. Garrett was a doubtful guy though. He glanced up to meet Kenny's eyes.
"You- You do?" Kennedy nodded and took a step closer.
"Yea, I do," He smiled, wrapping his hand around Garrett's wrists and lifting them, as if in surrender. Once his arms were up Kenny pressed his palms against Garrett's. "Actually, I think I want to try something again," He breathed, still moving closer to Garrett's face. Garrett swallowed and made himself nod, pleading with his eyes. Kennedy smiled reassuringly before lacing his fingers with Garrett and pushing him against the wall in a forceful kiss. He covered Gary's mouth with his own quickly and Garrett's tongue met his soon after. Kennedy probed the warm area gleefully with his tongue while wrapped a leg around Kenny's, locking him in place. Kennedy couldn't help but smile against his new found boyfriends lips. Garrett didn't want him to run away again. He never wanted him to leave. Ever.
Disclaimer: Only owned in Katyland :)
"Garrett," Pat whined as Gary snatched his laptop and bounded over to Kennedy. Gary handed over the device and curled up beside the taller boy.
"I wanted to listen to Billiam," Gary said, passing tate off as his excuse. Pat sighed & removed the phone from his pocket while Kenny pulled up Pat's music.
"Which one?" he asked Garrett softly, nuzzling his face in to the boys dark red hair.
"Waiting Up," Gary mumbled firmly as Pat yawned.
"Night, guys," Pat muttered as he headed for his room. Kenny gave a half hearted wave as he searched for the aforementioned song.
Monday eyes, blue shirt is faded; a perfect smile is overrated. Garrett smiled softly as the adorable voice flowed and snuggled into Kenny some more.
Your heartbeat keeps time with mine. Gary mouthed the word silently, for they were fitting. Kennedy's heartbeat was pounding in time with Garrett's as the boys leaned on each other.
"You're tired sweetie, go to sleep." Garrett sang loud enough for Kenny to understand he was directing the words toward him.
"You go to sleep," Kennedy mumbled.
"I'm waiting up so I can watch you fall asleep," Garrett smirked. Kenny mumbled something incoherent before putting the singing laptop on the coffee table and snuggling into the couch with Gary at his side.
"Good night, Gar," he murmured.
"Sweet dreams, Ken," Garrett muttered as he too fell into unconsciousness.
-!-
"Gary! What the hell?!" Kennedy shouted, bolting off the couch after the boy, the previous night's events cleared from his mind.
"It was Pat!" Garrett protested, laughing as Kenny tried to shake the water out of his hair.
"Fuck, it was not!" Pat screeched from the kitchen. Garrett circled the living room & bolted towards the bathroom with Kenny on his tail.
"Get him, Kenny!" John cheered.
"Hey!" Garrett protested at his friends cheering for the other guy.
"Sorry, dude."
"Damn, Kenny! It was just water!" Garrett defended as the brunette lunged at him.
"Yea, on my head while I was sleeping!" he growled, grabbing at Garrett's sweatshirt.
"I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" he squealed repeatedly as Kenny pushed through the bathroom door with Garrett's body. Kennedy growled teasingly as they jammed themselves into the ridiculously small bathroom. "Oh, we should talk to John about getting a bigger bathroom," Garrett chuckled and continued to ramble about nothing. Kenny smiled slightly and realized how close he was to the shorter boy. The water in his hair was dripping onto Garrett's bare shoulder.
"Gary," Kennedy breathed. Garrett sensed the seriousness - and was that fear?- in his friend voice and he silenced his own.
"Kenny?" Garrett's voice was curious and, as much as he would deny it, hopeful. He knew what would could happen.
"C- Ca- Can I- ?"
"Please," Garrett puled. Kenny wasted no time in pressing his lips against Garrett's, even if it was hesitantly. Kenny seemed to be testing out the idea of kissing Garrett, of kissing another boy. Gary didn't push forward. He let Kenny do as he pleased. The brunette pulled away softly and Garrett had to resist pulling him back for another kiss.
"I-" Kennedy's face read that he really could not find the words to say.
"It's-"
"I think my breakfast is burning," Kennedy said hastily, rushing out of the bathroom. Garrett bit his lip nervously. He knew full well that Kenny didn't even eat breakfast, let alone burn it. Instead of trudging back into the kitchen, Garrett flicked on the shower & tip toed into Pat's room to steal some clean clothes. He returned to the bathroom without being noticed by anyone, thanking God that John had the room across from the miniature bathroom. After his quick shower, Garrett went to the living room, grabbed Pat's laptop, and went to hide in Pat's room. Fortunately, Pat was still in the kitchen with John. Twenty minutes into Garrett's Internet surfing someone noticed his absence.
"Hey, where's Gary?" John asked loudly from the kitchen. There was no audible reply but Kenny had shrugged. Then, Pat's door was opening revealing the boy himself.
"Hey, Pat," Gary muttered.
"What's wrong with you?" Pat jumped right into worry mode.
"I'm fine," Garrett lied.
"Freaked out, insecure, neurotic, and emotional or fucked up, insecure, nervous and emotional?" Pat smirked as he shut the door behind him and sat across from Gary on the bed.
"How about just fine?"
"Jaded, unwanted, scarred, and terrified-"
"Pat," Garrett hissed.
"Sorry," Pat mumbled. He could get carried away when playing acronym games. "Will you tell me what's wrong?" He asked softly.
"Why?" Garrett scoffed.
"Uh, I'm your best friend and you were in a totally good morning until you woke Kenny- Did something happen in the bathroom? Does he like you too?!" Pat squealed.
"Shut up," Garrett whisper yelled, aiming a pillow at Pat's face.
"Sorry, sorry, but does he?!" Pat whisper yelled back, tossing the pillow to the floor. Garrett shrugged and turned his eyes back to the Pat's laptop. "Did you kiss him?" Garrett shook his head as his eyes roamed across Pat's wallpaper. It was the whole band at warped last year. Pat paused; he was thinking. "Did he kiss you?" Garrett let his head nod slightly as he watched the motionless Kenny grinning onscreen while Pat squealed into a nearby pillow. "Tell me everything! Did he like it? Did you like? Why aren't you guys together now? Did you push him away? Garrett, you should-"
"Pat, forget it," Garrett said plainly.
"Gar, don't be ignorant," Pat replied in the same tone.
"But ignorance is my new best friend," Garrett smirked.
"Don't quote Hayley. It's weird," Pat chuckled. "Besides, I'm your best friend." He smiled sweetly and curled up beside Gary.
"What?" Garrett gave in to Pat's big eyed watch.
"You and Kenny would be so adorable together," He sighed.
"Whatever,"
"You should talk to him."
"I'm not going to."
"Why?"
"I'm not," Garrett said decisively.
"Fine," Pat whined. "But you didn't say I couldn't!" He shouted, standing and dashing out the door.
"Fuck! Pat, stop!" He shouted, dashing after the boy. Pat was already halfway across the living room when Garrett reached the threshold. Then, he let out what could only be called a war cry and jumped after Pat. His fingers brushed the back of the boys wife "Patrick Jonathan," He growled menacingly in the boys ear. "If you go talk to Kenny I will hunt you down and get Marilyn Manson after your ass," Pat's eyes grew wide. He is fucking terrified of that musician.
"Alright, okay, okay, I won't," He promised hastily, squirming out of Garrett's grasp. "At least come and join civilization?" Pat tried, gesturing toward the kitchen. Gary rolled his eyes and shrugged, following Pat grudgingly. Kennedy visibly stiffened when Garrett entered the kitchen, and not in the pants. Kennedy was uncomfortable and Garrett felt bad.
"Hey, Gar, where ya been?" John asked casually, either not noticing or ignoring the tension in the room.
"Everywhere and nowhere, John oh, right?" Garrett gave his commonplace answer and slid onto the bar stool beside the tall singer.
"Anybody want bacon?" Pat offered as he headed to pull the finished bacon off the stove and transferred it to a plate.
"I don't eat breakfast," Garrett & Kennedy said in unison. They locked eyes and both boys froze. Neither guitarist said anything. They just looked. Blue eyes to brown, water to mud, shorter to taller, worried to confused.
"Alright," Pat said warily, "John, let's go outside,"
"Why?" He whined.
"We can call Jared and eat breakfast by the pool," Pat taunted, skipping towards the door. John loved eating by the pool. Who knows why? He joined the shorter boy quickly, leaving Kenny & Garrett alone.
"Yea, maybe I'll eat by the pool too," Garrett mumbled after a few more minutes of awkward silence.
"Gar, wait," Kennedy called hesitantly. The redhead stopped immediately.
"What, Kenny?" He asked softly, his back still turned and his eyes on the floor.
"You know, I did-" Kennedy cut himself off. Clearly he hadn't thought about what he was going to say before he spoke. Garrett waited patiently but didn't move. Kennedy was getting frustrated with himself and Garrett. He wanted to scan Garrett's face and read the feeling in his eyes but Garrett wouldn't allow it. "C- Can you just look at me?" He asked finally. Garrett turned slowly but kept his eyes on Kenny's socks.
"Just say it," Garrett urged. He didn't know what Kennedy was going to tell him but he guessed that it would be a rejection.
"I just- I real- Gary, I like you too." The way Kennedy finally said it sounded like he was really putting himself out there. In his mind, I suppose, he was but to Gary he was just confirming. Garrett was a doubtful guy though. He glanced up to meet Kenny's eyes.
"You- You do?" Kennedy nodded and took a step closer.
"Yea, I do," He smiled, wrapping his hand around Garrett's wrists and lifting them, as if in surrender. Once his arms were up Kenny pressed his palms against Garrett's. "Actually, I think I want to try something again," He breathed, still moving closer to Garrett's face. Garrett swallowed and made himself nod, pleading with his eyes. Kennedy smiled reassuringly before lacing his fingers with Garrett and pushing him against the wall in a forceful kiss. He covered Gary's mouth with his own quickly and Garrett's tongue met his soon after. Kennedy probed the warm area gleefully with his tongue while wrapped a leg around Kenny's, locking him in place. Kennedy couldn't help but smile against his new found boyfriends lips. Garrett didn't want him to run away again. He never wanted him to leave. Ever.