Breeze (The Mighty Queertet: Story 3)

Chapter 11: Winds of Affection by Star

Notes: This started angsty, so I scrapped it. I think we need some fluffy moments between the Bash Brothers. It’s short, but I can’t write fluff for very long. If it went on any longer, I might start them arguing again!

Dedication: This chapter is dedicated to the word “establish” for reasons known only to Victory and Star.

Fulton’s POV
I jab Portman in the ribs. “Are you awake?”

He snorts, coughs then glares at me. “I am now.”


“Hi.” He mumbles, then turns over. “I got woken up for ‘hi’?”

I jab him in the ribs again. “Talk to me.”

He turns back to face me. “What do you want to talk about?” He gives me a very sleepy grin.

“You,” I tell him.




“Because we always talk about me, and I’m bored of it.” I reply. “I don’t want to end up like Taz and Maya, or Charlie and Adam where we’re both so wrapped up in our own problems we forget each other… although, you seem fairly wrapped up in my problems, so I was wondering if anything was on your mind.”

Now that I’ve woken him up to tell him this, it seems really dumb. It sounded better in my head.

I think he’s either going to push me out of bed or just fall asleep again. Maybe both.

Instead he gives me a big smile. “No, there’s not a whole lot on my mind. It’s one of the perks of being the missing link.”

“You’re not stupid,” I tell him sternly. He knows it too, he’s just convinced that everyone else thinks he is.

“I know, I know.” He says, pulling me closer to him. “Ok, there is something on my mind.”

“Tell me.”

“Why haven’t Julie and Guy kissed yet?”

I smother a laugh. Of all the things to come out with… “I have no idea.” I tell him, trying to keep a straight face, although it’s dark, so I don’t know why I’m bothering.

“I know it’s superficial, but at our age we’re meant to talk about stuff like that… Well, guys probably aren’t.”

I don’t hide my laugh this time. He can make me feel so much better when I’m feeling down. I’d have fallen apart a long time ago if it wasn’t for him.

“Are you laughing at me?” he asks in a mock-hurt tone.

“Maybe. Or maybe I’m laughing with you.”

“I wasn’t laughing, so you were laughing at me.” He decides.

“Well, you should laugh too,” I tell him. “Then we can laugh together.” I start tickling his sides and am rewarded with a big laugh.

“Stop it!” He yells at me, trying to knock me off the bed, completely forgetting that the rest of the house is trying to sleep.

I don’t stop and he starts tickling me back. It gets quite violent and we fall off the bed with a thump, dragging the covers with us.

We stop attacking each other and catch our breath.

“I love you,” I tell him.

“I love you too.” He leans down to kiss me.

“Are you alri—”

We both turn towards the new voice and see the three girls standing in the doorway.

Julie’s blushing, Maya looks amused and Taz… well, she’s got her trademark grin on her face.

“We heard a thump,” Taz begins to explain.

“We don’t want to know,” Maya cuts her off and shuts the door.

Portman and I stare at each other for a second then burst out laughing.

The Girl, Official stalker of Carla, Tangible Muse and Bod Who Generally Fixes the Mean Nasty Coding That Makes Carla Cry (After Having Broken It In The First Place)

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