"What the fuck are you wearing?"Fletcher stops dead in his tracks in the hallway, his books hugged to his chest as he's met face to face with the dreaded ugly shirt that Axel is supporting. It wasn't the same shirt that he wore that morning - because Fletcher remembers just how soft and handsome that Axel looked in his crisp shirt and jeans - and now Fletcher is starting to have regrets on agreeing meeting up with Axel between classes.

"What? What's wrong with my shirt?"A frown forms on Axels lips as he looks down at his outfit.

"Everything. You look like you're on your way to gay pride. Did you find it in uncle Harry's wardrobe."

"He bought me it for my birthday."Axel deflates as he opens his locker that they've managed to stop at, pulling out his biology books. The inside of his locker is decorated in numerous different photographs that he has taken himself, a keen photographer since his Dad bought him a camera when he was 12. Fletcher can't help but to smile, spotting a selfie of the two stuck to the inside of his locker."Dad says I have to wear it, to make Uncle Harry feel appreciated."

"But he's not here?"

"He's picking me up."

"Umm? I thought you were coming home with me? We're supposed to have a study-"Date, it's on the tip of his tongue to say it outloud but he has to stop himself."-Session."

"I know,"Axel sighs, closing his locker as he looks over at Fletcher longingly. Axel stands at a taller height than Fletcher and honestly, there's not much of a surprise with that when Fletcher takes after his Papas height and stature but it doesn't stop Fletcher from being who he is."And I was looking forward to it, but Uncle Harry is taking me to the doctors because Dad and Cal are working. I'll come over after?"

"Yeah, I guess."Fletcher mumbles, drumming his fingers on his books. He wanted Axel to come over straight after school because he knew that the rest of his family wouldn't have been there. He just wanted him all to himself for the afternoon.

"Hey, don't look so disheartened."Axel frowns as he chucks at Fletchers chin, an action that makes the eldest Payne try and jerk his head away, despite the redden of his face from the action. He isn't going to lie, he'd let Axel do anything to him, even in public."We can study at lunch if you want."

"Yeah?"Fletcher purposely makes a show with fluttering his eyelashes in a true bashful manner, his eyes a striking oceanic blue. The action alone makes Axel feel extremely flustered.

"Yeah."A small smirk starts to play on Axels lips at the prospect. They're relationship was a complicated one at that, one that neither of the two went further than trying to talk it out and one that they definitely didn't tell other people about. And what would they tell them, they weren't even sure what they were themselves.

"You have to change out of that ugly shirt though. You look like you've hit every branch of the gay tree."Fletcher smirks, poking at Axels chest. The shirt is a dark red, multiple flower prints covering it in design and an obvious Harry styles shirt. Fletcher would know, he has something the same in his closet.

"It's not that bad."

"It's that bad."

"Oh look who it is."An unfortunately familiar voice is knocking the two of them out of their private conversation. They look around, almost letting out defeated sounds as they spot one of the leading jocks that never fail to torment them both. He almost reminds Fletcher of his Dad, with his toned build and brown eyes.

"Oh fuck off, don't you have some first years to scare?"Fletcher almost growls towards the towering jock that's approached them. He's not afraid to speak up against anyone in the school, it's caused him to get into many fights over his high school years and as much as both of his parents are disapproving of it, they're proud that he's standing up for the right things.

"I prefer watching you fags interact instead."

"If you're so interested in watching us fags interact, aren't you worried about your own questioning sexuality?"Fletcher raises his eyebrow at Christopher? Paul? Fletcher isn't that's sure, all of the jocks look the same to him.

"That's a lot of talk coming from somebody with two dads."

"At least I know who my dad's are. Do you?"Fletcher is finding himself being pushed up against the lockers forcefully, sending the air out of his lungs as he whacks his head off of the metal.

"Get the fuck off of him."Axel is pulling away the jock with a strength that Fletcher didn't know that he had. His jaw is clenched forcefully shut in anger, usually calm green eyes an angry storm and goddamnit, Fletcher shouldn't find Axel being all protective and angry so damn hot."Touch him again, I fucking dare you."

"Whatever. Your both a bunch of freaks, just like your tranny sister."He spits and even Axels new found strength is unable to stop Fletcher from bouncing off of the lockers with such a force and anger at the jocks words directed towards his baby sister.

"The fuck did you just say about my sister?"He growls because there's one thing about him not giving a fuck what you say about him, but talking shit about his younger siblings is a completely different matter. Fletcher would fight tooth and nail for Olivia and Adrian and they would do the same for him as well.

"You heard what I say. She's an even bigger freak than you, who's he trying to fool trying to be a girl. He was born a guy, and will always be a gu-"Fletcher isn't even able to stop himself from swinging his fist with such an unexpected force that no one, not even Fletcher himself was rocking it to happen. The punch is enough to send the jock into the lockers behind him in shock, Hands coming up to his nose.

The punch has surprised both Axel and Fletcher into a stilled shock, the students in the hallway just as equally in a silenced shock at what they've just witnessed. The punch was enough to leave the jocks nose a running faucet of blood, dripping down his face and onto his shirt.

"You little shit!"It all happens too quickly and before Axel knows it, he's watching as his best friend jumps into yet another brutal brawl against somebody twice his size.

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"You're so fucking stupid."

"But charming."

"No, stupid."

"Stupidly handsome?"

"Not with a busted nose you ain't."Fletcher lets out a painful hiss as Axel dabs at one of his wounds on his eyebrow purposely a harder than before to show of his growing anger. He's huddled them both under the bleachers, shaded from the pouring rain but the only safe place for them to crowd in an attempt to hide from the assistant principle.

Dragging Fletcher out from the fight was a more difficult task than said, especially because he happened to be so into the fight even if he was certainly losing. But he had thrown a handful of good punches to prove that he wasn't a weakling and that he wasn't going to back down, it also proved just how loyal to his family that he was, even if they do fight.

"Admit it, you love a guy with battle scars."

"I love a guy that doesn't look like he's been hit by a meat cleaver."Axel deadpans, grimacing at the amount of blood that's shown on the blood soaked tissue that Fletcher has pulled away from his nose. His nose has been a running tap of blood, a deep cut on his eyebrow and a bruising around his eye, he's a sight for sour eyes.

"You're just full of flattery, babe."

"Stop looking at me like that."Axel frowns as he continues to clean up Fletchers wounds. It's not deep enough that Fletcher needs to go get stitches which is good, the least they want is uncle Harry getting involved.

"Like what?"Fletcher has to hold the wince of pain as he raises his eyebrow.

"Like I enjoy seeing you all messed up and bloody."

"You secretly do. You know what they say, it's always the quiet ones that are the kinkiest. You probably have some blood kink and you go home and jerk off to an image of me all beat up and looking like fucking Carrie."

"I hate you."The blonde grumbles, throwing away the blood soaked tissues in the nearest bin.

"Yeah?"Quirks his lips up into a playful smirk and goddamnit, how can somebody look so damn beautiful even when he's covered in bruises and blood?

"Yeah."And with that, Axel leans forward and presses his lips against Fletchers in a sweet and well anticipated kiss.

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