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BRIXTON STOOD NEXT TO Summer, adjusting his sunglasses on his face before flipping yet another burger. Summer next to him doing the same. The Torres girl was throwing a huge party to celebrate the team.  This is exactly what he need to relax his mind.

"Who's ready for some burgers?!" Summer shouts, earning cheers from guest. "There's vegan ones too!"

Brixton let's out a laugh as he starts to plate the burgers. His eyes go to the entrance of the backyard, searching for a certain pink haired boy, they always seem to find and connect with his.

Baxter gives him a wide grin, waving at him, Brixton waves back, a just as wide grin on his lips. Summer slaps his arm gently. "Hey! Eyes on the burgers, Australia."

Brixton makes two burgers, plating them separately before walking out from behind the grill. He glances at Summer quickly. "I'll be back."

"Bri!" Summer exclaims. "You're gonna leave me to do all the work!"

"I said I'll back!" Brixton waves her off, before finding himself in front of Baxter who chuckled lightly at the two friends. Brixton shakes his head, holding out the burgers towards the boy in front of him. "These are for you."

"Special service?" Baxter hums, taking the plate of two burgers. "Did you do that with everyone else or...?"

"Like you said, special service." Brixton shrugs.

"I'm a big boy, I'm gonna need more than two burgers." Baxter says, taking a bite into one of the ones he already had.

"I don't think you'd mind seeing more of this handsome face, huh?" Brixton teases, thinking about their early morning practice.

"I think I actually need to see more of it." Baxter responds, grinning. "I think you should ditch your friend and join me."

"Sounds tempting." Brixton clicks his tongue, before leaning forward and pinching Baxter's cheek gently. "But I need to be more convinced."

Before Baxter could respond, Brixton walks away, giving him a finger wave. Baxter shakes his head, smile on his lips. What was this blue eyed boy doing to him?

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"Bo, no more texting your girlfriend tonight." Poppy scolds the girl, making both Summer and Brixton snap their heads over at the two.

"Um, excuse me, girlfriend?" Summer raises her eyebrows, looking at the curly headed girl.

"She's not my girlfriend. We're just messaging." Bodhi states.

"Her name's Tuscany." Poppy pipes in.

Bodhi turns her phone around, allowing them to see a picture of her not yet girlfriend. "She's this amazing surfer from Queensland. She DM-ed me."

"They never even met in real life." Poppy claims. "The suspense is killing me."

"She's hot, Bodes." Brixton passes her, her phone back.

"I just have one question." Summer points to herself. "What was wrong with me?"

Bodhi eyes her with a chuckle. "Where do I start?"

The others let out laughs at Summers playfully offended look. Poppy nudges Brixton. "So, how's you and Baxter?"

"He's definitely not straight." Brixton tells her. "He's been flirting with me and I'm trying to flirt back. It's just hard, you know? I feel like I should be taking surfing more seriously, I can't disappoint my mother. She wanted me-us to win this thing.  No distractions. I'm sorry. I just ruined the fun."

"No, no." Summer lays a comforting hand on the boys arm. "Look, yes she wanted you to get back into surfing and win, but she also would've wanted you to be happy."

"And by the looks of it, Baxter is doing that." Poppy adds. "You should see the way you two smile at each other."

"You guys aren't even together and are
making each other happy." Bodhi starts. "Give him a chance. You deserve a chance to be happy."

Is bad that Brixton still felt that if he got distracted in any type of way, he would let
his mother down? He just felt guilty. Brixton nods at their words, giving them all a light smile. "Thank you, guys."

Poppy pulls him into a hug. Summer and Bodhi joining. He was so grateful to have them in his life. He honestly wouldn't have known where'd he be without them. They were there for him through everything. They were his support system.

The song 'Love Song' by DJ Buddy starts, causing Summer to gasps, she pulls away and looks at them excitingly. "Oh! Come on!"

Summer grabs Poppy and Bodhi's hands, Poppy reaching out to Brixton, dragging him towards the middle of the crowd.  They group of four start to dance, all cheering and actually enjoying themselves. All besides Brixton, because once he started thinking about something, the thought sticks and he thinks and thinks about it until something else comes to mind. It was a nasty habit.

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Brixton was now inside of the house, holding a sculpture that Summer asked him to bring inside, well she didn't ask, he volunteered. He needed a break from all the dancing and the non stop voices in his head that were starting to get louder than the music.

Being somewhere it was quite, helped a little more then when it was overly loud. He didn't feel as overwhelmed or stressed. Which was the worst feelings he ever felt in his life. It was like it controlled him, in a way.

Brixton walks towards Margot's room, going to go in, but stops in his tracks when he hears laughter coming from the inside. There was literally a sign on the door that said KEEP OUT.

Brixton groans softly as he opens the room door, laughter getting louder as he made his way in. Two red solo cups, caught his eyes. Brixton places the sculpture in his arms down on the bed before collecting the two red solo cups and making his way towards the bathroom.

He slides the door open and his heart skipped a beat. Not in a good way. There he saw Baxter and a girl, making out. They both stop and turn to look at him. Brixton clenches his jaw before crossing his arms over his chest. "Can you guys not read?"

"Well, sometimes I choose not to." Baxter answers. Brixton rolls his eyes at the response. "Hey, you, you wanna come
join us? We're very inclusive, right?"

"You're serious?" The girl gives him a distraught look and Brixton couldn't help up fight back a smile.

"Very much so, yeah." Baxter doesn't take his eyes on Brixton's face as he responds to the girl.

With a small scoff. The girl moves from her place against the wall and walks out the bathroom. "Good luck."

"No, comeback." Baxter says with no feeling in his tone as he moves to grab a floral robe from the counter.

"That's my aunts robe, you know?" Brixton tilts his head at him.

"Yeah, well, she's got good style." Baxter puts the robe on. "Unlike whoever owns this place."

"You need to follow your little girlfriend." Brixton can't help, but to let the jealousy show. "And get out."

Braxter smirks at his tone. "I prefer to let 'em fly. You know? Besides, she's a bit of a vacuum pasher. The whole kinda..."

Baxter makes a duck face, while sucking his lips together loudly. Brixton laughs, but gently smacks Baxter's naked chest gently. "Rumors spread fast around here, keep that mouth shut."

"Like you and Marlon having that little affair."

"And you burning down that Boardriders after Nationals last year." Brixton retorts, crossing his arms over his chest.

"Damn. News travels."

"So, its true."

"Is yours?"

"Maybe." Brixton gives him a shrug. "Didn't end how I thought it would."

"I could treat you better than him, you know?" Baxter walks towards the boy.

"Hmm." Brixton hums. "How's that?"

"At least from what I heard, you deserve better." Baxter lays against his arm, that was on the wall, his eyes dancing around Brixton's face.

"I can say the same thing about you." Brixton plays with the front of the robe.

"Then lets help each other."

Brixton moves Baxter towards him, by the front of the robe. The pink haired male goes to lean down, going to place his lips against Brixton's, but Brixton leans back just a bit, stopping him.

"Did you really think I was going to let you kiss me after you kissed her lips?" Brixton runs his hand down Baxter's chest. "Doesn't work like that, pretty boy. Take off the robe."

Baxter chuckles deeply, watching Brixton walk away from him. His comforting blue eyes basically imprinted in his head. There was something about the boy, that made him want to know everything about him.

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"Brixton." The sound of his once favorite voice called out to him, making him only walks faster through the hallways of the house. "Brixton, please wait!"

"No." Brixton goes to walk outside, but his arm is grabbed, causing him to quickly turn around, pulling his arm out of Marlon's grip. "Don't touch me."

"I'm sorry." Marlon mutters. "Can we please just talk? All I need is five minutes."

"Fucking five minutes." Brixton mumbles. If he didn't feel guilty for crashing the heat. He would've immediately told Marlon to fuck himself. "That's all you get."

Brixton walks away from Marlon, motioning him to follow, he leads them to the nearest room, which just so happened to be the room he and Baxter shared a little moment.

"Go ahead." Brixton sits down on the edge of the bed. "Speak."

"I'm sorry. For everything." Marlon begins, pacing back and forth. "I never meant to hurt you. I was stupid and I didn't know what I was doing. I-I just couldn't come out. All I knew was that you made me happy and I didn't want to ruin it. Everyone else hated me."

"And so you kept me a secret." Brixton fiddles with his fingers. "I gave you everything I could. I was there for you, I supported you and you locked me away. And then when we were ready to come out as a couple, due to the what you called 'rumors'  you told everyone that you didn't like me and wanted nothing to do with me!"

"I—."

"I waited for you. I waited with you!" Brixton raises his voice, standing so he could face Marlon. "I waited for you to be ready, I loved you and you threw it all away."

"I wasn't ready, Brixton." Marlon's eyes get watery. "You have to understand that."

"Trust me, I do." Brixton picks at his fingertips. "But you said you were. I don't blame you anymore, Marlon. You were such a great thing for me, but now I know that no matter how scared I am to fall again, I deserve better. You deserve something good too, Marlon."

"I'm sorry..."

Brixton places his hands on Marlon's shoulders. "It's okay, Mars. I forgive you, okay? Let's just live and forget about the past."

"Mhm, okay." Marlon nods. Brixton pulls him into a hug. He forgave Marlon because he moved on. His mother would've wanted this.

Bodhi was right, he deserved to be happy and he was going to give himself that chance. No more holding back.

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Brixton stood next to Summer, the two watching as Wren rolls her ankle, having 'hurt' it by doing an air into the pool. Ari was right by her side, glued. When Ari wasn't looking, she would smile evilly at them, making Brixton flip her off.

"Boop." Brixton felt a soft hand hit the top his head. Brixton turns, giving Baxter a small smile. The day has really burned him out, or maybe he just hasn't eaten. Maybe both?

"You look hangry." Baxter eyes the boy. Brixton never knew how Baxter could read him so easily. It was amazing. "Maybe I should make you a burger or something."

"I am hungry." Brixton places a hand on his stomach. "Haven't eaten since this morning."

"Shouldn't you be looking after your sister?" Summer asks him, bitterly.

"She's got Ari." Baxter glances at his sister before looking at them again. "You want a burger too?"

"Sure." Summer nods, staying in her place.

Baxter grabs Brixton's hand, intertwining their fingers, the two of them feeling a pleasant shiver go down their body as they walk towards the grill.

"I don't need your help. Stand behind the grill, I'll be your chef now." Baxter instructs.

"I don't like my burgers burnt. Just a heads up."

"Funny." Baxter says sarcastically, lightly laughing. He goes behind the grill, turning the nobs, but it doesn't turn on. "She's not workin'."

"Do you need my help now?" Brixton tilts his head at him.

"No." Baxter continues to fiddle with the knobs. "I got this."

"Let me try." A saddened Summer walks behind the grill, twisting the knobs.

"You're gonna take her help?"

Baxter shushes him. "Shh, let us figure this out."

Brixton chuckles, watching the two fiddle with the knobs. He flinches, when Summer suddenly starts to kick the gasoline tank. He moves next to her, gently pulling her back. "Easy, Sum-Sum. Don't break it."

Baxter stands, and presses the button a few times and with the last one, fire explodes out from the grill, causing them to all jump back. The people around them letting out gasps and screams. Baxter wraps a protective arm around Brixton, who holds onto him tightly.

Summer grabs Brixton's hand, dragging the two boys out from behind the grill. They turn to see the sight and Brixton could feel Baxter's grip loosen.

He turns to the boy, who stares at the scene with scared eyes. "This isn't...this isn't my fault. This can't be my fault. This—."

"Bax." Brixton takes his face into his hands softly. "This isn't your fault. You didn't do this. Relax. Take deep breaths. Don't blame yourself one bit, okay? This isn't on you."

Baxter takes in his words, nodding slowly as he leans into Brixton's comforting, warm touch. It wasn't his fault. He believed the words that came out of the Lennon's mouth. He would believe anything the boy said.

Brixton brings Baxter into his embrace, holding him. Baxter clutching on to him, no longer wanting to see the fire.

"This is all me." He heard Summer say, making his momentarily pull away from the Radic. He moves and grabs Summer's hand.

"This isn't on you either. You had no control over that."

"I shouldn't have kicked it." Summer mumbles before pulling out her phone to call the ambulance.

"You okay?" Brixton turns to Baxter.

"Can we get out of here?"

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Brixton combed his fingers through Baxter's light curly pink hair. The boy sleeping, with his head on his lap, arms tucked around Brixton.

The two got food before they came back to the Gibson's, where they talked nonstop. Going from their favorite things to their families, which was where it ended before Baxter fell asleep.

The Lennon's heart ached for the boy on his lap. He blamed himself for everything that has happened to him and his sisters and they blamed him for everything that happened, also. Instead of supporting him and trying to be there for him, they dumped everything on him and made him feel like shit. That made him feel like he owed them the world.

In return, he told Baxter about his father. He told him that his father didn't even know he was gay, then to how he never supported him ever. At least when his mother died, which he kept out. Brixton told Baxter that, his father was so verbally abusive, but it was like he didn't know he was. This caused Brixton to doubt himself, and doubt the word of other people.

He also told him about Marlon and Brixton could tell that Baxter was listening and holding on to every word that came out his mouth. He felt good when talking to Baxter, he felt seen. It was a feeling he's always wanted to feel.

The girls were right, Baxter could be a good thing for him and now, Brixton was so willing to give him a chance. He was allowing himself to open up to Baxter.