Spring Band Get Together. The last band bash of the year with several schools facing each other, which just so happened to be hosting at G-Team High School this year.

Winter finally passed, which means time for marching band practice for the football season in the fall. There's going to be one last band bash before school ends; before Mumbo and Grian graduate and never hear from each other again.

Mumbo didn't seem to like that because every time he reminded himself that they would never see each other, his heart would churn and twist painfully.

"Doc, I need you to give this to Grian since I know you are watching the competition. Nothing in the note is bad. It's more of a farewell, but please do not read it. It is personal." Mumbo says, handing the neatly folded paper towards Doc. They just arrived at G-Team High School with the busses parked and with the students beginning to unpack their instruments in the parking lot.

When it comes to Doc, Mumbo has an easy time trusting him since Doc respects privacy. Doc grabs the paper in between his fingers and gently puts it into his suit pocket.

"I will make sure it gets delivered. Now, help your patrons," said Doc as he nods his head towards a freshman female holding a flute and sophomore trumpet player beginning to argue. Mumbo rolls his eyes and grumbles, making his way past the traffic of students to break up the fight.

After settling everything, the entire marching band, well over two hundred students, got into marching parade form. Six students in each row. Mumbo twirls his baton with a whistle in between his lips. He blows and stops his baton after three direct spins.

"STAR! Attention!" Mumbo calls out with bold authority.

"ATTENTION!" The students raise their instruments and stomp down. They hold them out beside them in an orderly fashion.

Mumbo turns around and gives four short whistles before marching forward. The percussionists begin to play their parade lap theme as the team moves onto the field from the parking lot.

"Ladies and gentle! Give it up for tteeeaaammm STAR!" The crowd began to roar out like before and a lot of people stood up from their seats. The usual student section, full of girls and boys who support the marching bands, wave the little banners they created and hold up signs to show their love.

The marching band parade line took a halt when Mumbo twirled his staff and halted by planting his foot down on the red track that rings around the football field.

The students halt, marching in place behind him but continue to play music until the end. The bass drums hit down the last beat and all the students stomp their feet down in an accurate sync.

Mumbo turns around and waves his handoff. The students begin to scatter and head into the bleachers. Mumbo stayed clear away from the bigger instruments, more like being off to the side of everyone else.

He kept his eyes peeled open and spine completely straight to find G-Team's marching band. After scanning, it didn't take long to find the white-dressed crowd of students across on the other side.

The sun is hanging in the sky and begins to drop when the announcer starts introducing the schools that arrived at the competition.

Mumbo smiles unknowingly when he sees the ant-sized Grian talking to what looks like a band director from another school. Probably ConCorp High School or something.

"Mumbo," Doc says right beside him, being loud enough so Mumbo can hear him past all of the cheering and music. Mumbo snaps out of it with a little jolt of surprise and looks up at Doc. "I handed him the letter like you asked so you don't have to worry about it. What is inside of that note anyway?"

Mumbo smiles and waves his hand to pass it off. His imagination instantly got to him, forcing the tips of his ears to turn pink and rose color to outspread across his face.

"Oh, it was nothing, seriously. I just said how I am gonna miss the rivalry between us. Seemed always pointless, you know?" Mumbo rubs his drum major uniform sleeve in a little bit of anxiety rush. Doc hums with an effortless little nod. He looks across the field before looking back at Mumbo.

"I'm glad it was pointless. I was worrying that it was going to be a major problem, you and him. It seemed a little annoying. Joe completely agrees." Doc puffs out a sigh and pats Mumbo's arm. "If you need anything, just find me. I will be wandering in the bleachers and be around the student sections to support you guys."

"Heh, okay, thanks." Mumbo gulps a small bit and pulls an uncertain smile on the corner of his lips. Doc gives Mumbo a peculiar, skeptical look before traveling off to talk to the other principals of the schools.

The taller man waited until Doc was far enough away. He leans against the railing of the bleachers before immediately finding Grian in the chaos of people. His small smile plummets when he can make out a small white square in his hand, presumably, the note Mumbo asked Doc to give.

He decides to haul his mind away from Grian and looks across his students to see if anything needs help.

The first half of the competition went by fast with the smaller bands going first. Then came the half time break for those who want to buy food but don't want to miss the show, or for those who need to use the restroom.

The restrooms and food stands would be lined with dressed marching band students who found money around their house to buy shitty pizza for fun. Around this time, half break, people would leave the stands and go off to do something.

Which always makes everything difficult to move around since everyone is moving about. The sun is beginning to set and by the time break ends, the sky will be surrounded with darkness and the large field lights will turn on.

When Grian got the note from Doc (In which Grian knows who Doc is and is actually nice friends with him), he was really and plainly confused. He opened it before the show started so he didn't miss the first performance.

'Meet me in the director's area behind the G-Team side of the bleachers. I want to say something before we part ways for the rest of our lives.' - Mumbo Jumbo

To say that Grian's face didn't flare was a complete and utter lie. The director's area is a sectioned off space for school principals, band directors, and drum majors to meet without the huge crowd.

It is generally behind the main bleachers for more privacy. It is a small building under the bleachers, with a small lounge area and a clean bathroom (instead of those disgusting bathrooms that the public has to use.)

Typically, the only door to access inside is locked and they have one tiny window to see outside without anyone able to squeeze through. Time to time, a guard would have to stand by the door if there is a meeting between the high ups.

So, for Mumbo to say that he wants to say something privately to Grian made his heart leap. He thought for a second that this was fake and that Mumbo would probably mock him one last time.

But then that sense of fake was washed away when his heart skipped another beat. Grian told himself that his fantasy of pushing Mumbo to the wall and roughly kissing him couldn't possibly come true.

However, his imagination continued to wonder for the worst as he went to the director's area. Grian entered into the small building by using his key, one that is provided to all the high powered and trusted school officials, including drum majors.

He sat on the little couch after shutting the door, anxiety crawling on his body. The bellow of people outside is a lot calmer inside and makes it clearer to hear.

No one else is inside the director's area. They must be either grabbing food or talking with each other during the break. Grian takes off his marching cap before placing it down on the table inches away from his legs.

The little ruffles on the feather seem to sway even without a single trace of wind, considering he is inside a small room.

The door opens, letting the sound waves of music and chants to enter through. Mumbo steps inside and shuts the door instantly, blocking the noise again. He perks up as soon as his eyes land on Grian and he wipes the side of his hand against his sweaty forehead before grabbing his cap.

"I wasn't expecting you to show up," Mumbo says with a voice weaving in so much simplicity. He sets his cap down on the table beside Grian's and sits down on the other side of the couch.

An awkward tension rains down on both of the seniors. Mumbo fumbles with both of his thumbs and Grian glances around to avoid any direct eye contact.

"Soooo, we got about twenty or so minutes of break and you wanted me to come here... Um, did you need me for anything?" Grian begins, finally pausing his gaze around the room to look at Mumbo. Mumbo lets out a weak laugh and shuffles off of his seat, taking only a few steps to reach the door.

He twisted the door handle to make sure it was fully locked. His heart is just essentially forging in his chest expeditiously, causing his breathing to turn a little ragged.

"We won't see each other again, right?" Mumbo asks, letting his hand slide off of the silver doorknob. His demeanor seemed to instantly drop into a depressed state when he asked that since he feared if the answer was 'yes'.

"Unless we get each other's phone number or something, we shouldn't ever see each other for the rest of our lives, considering we are going to different colleges and what not..." Grian trails off before shaking his head, greasy curly locks flipping over his forehead. "Why do you ask?"

"Stand up."

"Pardon?"

"Can you stand up for me?" Mumbo's eyes dart across the area as he silently screams at himself, saying 'What the fuck are you doing!?' mentally.

He only lives once and he should live his life to the fullest.

Mumbo hovers close to Grian before grabbing his skinny biceps and pushing him down against the couch. His lips come into contact with Grian's, his hazel eyes closing. His grip on Grian is loose since he was ready to be pushed off.

But he didn't get pushed off, so he shoots backward to pull away promptly, tripping on the table doing so before stopping in the center of the room.

Grian's ruby-colored face can put any stop sign to shame. He felt very flushed and hot and it took him a moment of lightly pinching himself to confirm that he wasn't imagining anything.

"M-Mumbo, did-did you just-" he places his thumb over his soft lips.

"I- Oh I am so incredibly sorry! I just- Ugh, you can be straight for all I know!" Mumbo slaps his palm into his forehead in doubt. "I am so sorry. J-Just continue with your break."

"Wait-!" Grian tramples over the table and grabs Mumbo's arm before he can open the door. He pulls Mumbo away from the exit and Mumbo pulls away from him to try to leave, clearly flustered and embarrassed.

Grian growls and presses his hands on Mumbo's chest, making Mumbo stop his attempt to escape. Grian instantly pushes Mumbo with full force to the couch and straddles down on his waist, striking him right into a kiss.

He tangles his fingers into Mumbo's obsidian colored hair, his eyes closed with delight. Mumbo wraps his arms around Grian's neck, his eyes closed also, as he tugs on Grian's hair.

They lightly make out for a few, hot minutes. Their lips press against one another and move together roughly with passion.

Mumbo keeps his grip on Grian's hair tight as Grian continues to keep his fingers curled around Mumbo's intense dark strands.

Grian tugs Mumbo's bottom lip with his teeth. Mumbo hastily parts his lips open and fights Grian's tongue to show some dominance.

He can feel Grian softly moving his hips, grinding a little bit against their uniforms. Grian didn't seem to notice since he kept his focus on moving his lips, but Mumbo felt it greatly. Mumbo tilted his head back and moaned lowly, tugging Grian's hair a little bit.

Grian peppers Mumbo's neck for a short while and tugs on Mumbo's drum major uniform to get access to his collarbone. He bites roughly down, enough to sink his teeth and leave a hickey.

"G-Grian- Ah!" Mumbo gasps and arches his back. Grian grabs the buttons of Mumbo's uniform with a little pout. He keeps his lean down but moves his lips close to Mumbo's ear.

"Maybe we can ask one of the announcers to make the break longer?" Grian tilts his head a little bit, making sure his warm breath is against Mumbo's earlobe to make him shiver.

"Unlikely going to happen, but I think I would've liked that," Mumbo says with a breath tangled in between each word he spoke like he was out of oxygen. Grian leans back and puckers his lower lip.

Mumbo rolls his eyes and allows a smile to play along his lips. "We should head out soon." He averts his eyes over to the only round clock hanging on the wall, ticking ever so softly in a constant manner.

"Yeah. Fine fine. Can I at least have your phone number?" asks Grian as he pulls away and stands up beside the couch. Mumbo sits up and tries to cool down his flushed face by lightly fanning himself.

"I-I guess since we're going to different colleges across the state and all..." Mumbo looks around and stands up. He shuffles past Grian and goes to the small desk piled with music sheets and drills for the marching band.

He finds an open sharpie that is laying on top of a sheet of music with a bold, evident black circle around the title. His hand lifts it up and he wanders back towards Grian.

Mumbo grabs Grian's arm and unrolls his drum major uniform. Grian looks away with a gentle smile, his blush now being a soft pink.

"Just send me a text whenever. I will be happy to text you all night," Mumbo writes his number down as neat as possible so Grian wouldn't mistake any of the numbers. Despite the marker ink spreading, Grian recited the number and Mumbo nodded his head to clarify that is what it is.

"And then we can finish our little session?" Grian lowers his eyelids and Mumbo rolls his eyes, pushing Grian back lightly.

"Yes. Now let's go." Mumbo mumbles and tosses the marker back over to the desk. "I am going to totally kick your butt on the field."

"Was that a challenge?" Grian asks and opens the door. The screams and chatter chaos floods inside. Mumbo sends a small smirk and walks past Grian, responding with,

"If you want it to be~"

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Bonus:

After Mumbo finishes his performance, the crowd does its usual cheer and scream. STAR's band line up on the field and begin to march off into the bleachers.

Grian whoops a silent cheer and punches his hand in the air, the sleeve of his white drum major uniform falling down. Doc, standing beside Grian and Joe, raises an eyebrow when he notices marker ink on Grian's arm.

"Hey, wait, I noticed that phone number. Why is Mumbo's number on your-"

"It's NOT what you think!" Grian's face erupts in pink and he pulls his sleeve down before quickly running off to get his band ready for their performance. Joe and Doc look at one another before giving each other a knowing smirk.

"I knew it! Papa mode instincts always tell me the truth!" Joe exclaims with a victorious grin as Doc shakes his head with a grin.

"Dorks."