Sid and Scott Summers (i have never read xmen in my life, my friend thirsts over this guy so i wrote them a fanfic!)

The sun gazed through the window, grazing apon the numours KMFDM posters and other loser stuff. Layers and layers of CDs reflected light onto the fabrics of the electric drum kit. Sid yawned and stretched as he got up, looking at himself in the mirror. His hair covered the whole of his face, blinding him with his own locs. School wasnt exactly the thing that got teens out of their beds in the morning but Sid was different. He loved school, but not for learning, for Scott Summers. Scott summers wasn't the guy you would fall for immediatly, he was awkward and barely participated in class. His voice was just above a whisper. Art and music were his best subjects, Sid found that hot. Sid thought that guys who were the dirt bags of society were the greatest dudes to walk the earth, specifically Scott. Screaming and laughing shook hands with Sid as he walked through the school doors, smeared gum on the floors and cabinets that craved dusting surrounded the environment. Oh my gosh...there he is~ Fingers crossed over eachother, skin was picked, eyes wandered. Great Scott!! Scots hair swayed against his sunglasses of red and black hues. Nobody knew why he wore those glasses indoors, regardless, Sid thought he was a dream.

"Can you move?" Scott scoffed in sids face, pretty big

ego for such a quiet guy. "Sorry..." He stood still. "Hey uh you play drums right?" "Yeah...?

What about it?" Scott replied, leaning against the classrooms doorframe. Sid reccomended to practice together and Scott surprisingly agreed. Yes yes yes yes yes!!!!! The clock struck 5 and a ring was heard from downstairs. Sid opened the door with a wide smile on his face, enthusiastically welcoming him inside his house. "Your weird" Sid took that as a compliment, at least he wasn't called a slur of some sort. In his room Sid quickly realised what a nerd he was, tonnes of comics and music related things were scattered around the room, quickly he watched for a groan that would come from Scott’s lips but Scott seemed almost…surprised? That’s odd, why would Scott think all this was normal? Or even cool… Im getting ahead of myself. Sid thought. Scott placed his drum sheets on the stand and began to adjust the drum kit, his hand carefully twisting everything in place, and his arms flexed as he did so. “Hey boys! Need anything?” “No mum…” Sid wanted to shrivel up into a ball, he didn’t want Scott to think he was a mommy’s boy. “Could i have a glass of water please, if it’s alright?” Scott clutched his drumsticks. “Sure.” Loud banging and crashes stirred with adrenaline pulsated through Sid’s veins, he needed to show off to Scott, show him how rad he was. “Not bad dude” finally, a word of acceptance from Scott. “How long have you been playing” “not too long” Sid tried to flex. “Can i try?” Sid reluctantly handed over the sticks and crossed his legs as he sat onto the mattress, eyeing Scott subtlety. Sweat glistened soon his forehead as he swing his sticks back and forth, his hair turning and twisting as music flowed through him. Admiration filled Sid’s eyes as Scott turned to face him, Sid stood up and shook as he complimented him softly. “Your really hot- i mean good…at- at drumming of course”. Just then, Scott’s mood shifted, he kissed him softly on the cheek, short but passionate. 

part 2 soon…