S'mores are probably one of the greatest creations known to mankind, simple to make and fucking delicious and let's just say that Pete has made a new friend. Yes, him and s'mores are good friends now, he's had too many to count and doesn't plan on stopping anytime soon.

He described them as 'heavenly orgasms' which may have been a bit exaggerated but to Pete it was the only thing that could describe them properly. He eats another then another then Patrick actually has to cut him off from the s'mores supply before he makes himself sick. Pete decides that Patrick's probably right. He sits there and drinks a soda instead, listening as one of the boys tell a story about their weirdest moment in school.

He believes it's Brendon telling the story, something about wearing tiny red shorts to gym class with the words 'are you nasty?' on the ass of them. Long story short, everyone stared, Ryan got pissed, sex of some sort ensued in the locker room after everyone else left. Not necessarily a weird story, but eventful in a way that only happens to Brendon.

A few others tell stories, talking about different instances in their lives that they remembered the most, all while snacking on s'mores and caffeinated beverages. This was something they did every year, coming to this field, and it seemed to make them all very happy. They got to get away from their small town and their occasional chaotic home lives to have fun with their friends in a field, which to them was like their home away from home. Pete wished he had something like that.

After a while the fire started to die out and most of the boys were yawning in between their words, so they headed off to bed, leaving just Pete and Joe to sit around the dwindling flames. Pete finished off his drink and Joe poured out what was left of his beside the fire.

"Guess you and Patrick are getting along fine." Joe speaks suddenly, putting his now empty can into a designated trashbag. "Seeing as you're wearing his shirt and all."

Pete looks down at himself, forgetting he still had Patrick's shirt on from earlier. "Oh, yeah, mine got really dirty when I was fixing the car so he let me wear his."

"Sounds like something he'd do." He says as he gets to his feet, stretching a bit then scratching his belly. "Have fun sleeping with him, he's a blanket hog." He smiles before stepping onto the bus and getting ready for bed like the others.

"That's the least of my problems." Pete mutters to himself, pouring the remains of his soda onto the small flames, putting it out entirely. He throws the can away then follows behind Joe onto the bus.

Joe is just climbing into the bottom bunk with Andy across from where Pete and Patrick will be sleeping, sliding in next to the french boy and getting comfortable. Ryan and Brendon have the bunk above them while Josh and Tyler will be sleeping above Pete and Patrick. Pete lets out a silent breath, wondering what he was going to sleep in since he couldn't sleep naked. He decided on just keeping his boxers on and the shirt Patrick gave him, which seemed like an okay idea in his head at the time but didn't think about how thin boxers were until he had already gotten into bed. He lies on his stomach, hoping nothing will happen later in the night or in the morning.

Some of the boys are still awake, except for the ones occupying the top bunks, they had all turned in the earliest. The rest of them simply laid there with their eyes closed, waiting to drift into sleep and not saying a word. Until a soft voice breaks the silence.

"Les cheveux de Joe sentent des mangues [Joe's hair smells of mangoes]." Andy says, and the only one who laughs is Pete since he's the only one who understands him.

"I heard my name." Joe complains. "Are you talking about me?"

"He said your hair smells like mangoes." Pete laughed.

"Oh. Well thanks." Joe smiles. "Someone needs to teach me French, like, asap."

"Je vous apprendrai [I'll teach you]." Andy responds. "Mais seulement si vous m'apprenez l'anglais [But only if you teach me English]."

"Teach him English and he'll teach you French." Pete summarizes, his eyelids growing heavier by the second.

"I can do that. Quick Andy, how do you say goodnight in French?"

"Bonne nuit."

"Bone newt."

"No, no, no. Bonne nuit."

"Born no wheat."

"Bonne. Nuit."

"Brown new- fuck it, we'll work on it tomorrow. Goodnight."

Andy chuckles before the bus falls silent and he and Joe soon slip into unconsciousness. Pete hasn't heard Patrick say a word so he assumes he's sleeping until he feels Patrick roll over to face him, opening his eyes and just barely seeing Patrick's as he looked back at him.

"Hi." Patrick whispers.

"Hey." Pete responds, smiling slightly although Patrick can't see it. "I hear you hog the blankets."

"This is true." Patrick admits. "But I don't mean to, just sort of happens."

"That's okay. I usually sleep naked."

"Oh my god, are you-"

"No, I'm not." Pete laughs. "I've got clothes on, don't worry."

"Oh good." Patrick sighs in relief. "Because I seriously would have kicked you off the bed."

"You wouldn't."

"I would."

"Wow, rude."

"Hey!" Brendon whispers harshly from the top bunk across from them. "Shut the fuck up and go to sleep. I don't want to hear you two flirting all night."

"But we're not-" Patrick tries, but Brendon doesn't want to hear a word of it.

"Shh!" Then he can be heard plopping his head back onto his pillow and rolling over.

Pete can't help but smile, and he notices that he's been doing it a lot lately. He whispers a goodnight to Patrick who whispers it right back to him before the two settle down into a dreamless sleep.

***

As morning approaches and the sun begins to beam through the bus' open windows the boys all wake up one by one, starting with Josh and Tyler who take it upon themselves to wake everyone else up. They thought about how to do it without doing the typical shake and slap to the face, they wanted to make some noise.

"I've got it." Josh whispers, going to the radio near the front of the bus and connecting his phone to it. He scrolls through his music collection until he finds something to wake these fuckers up.

Tyler walks over and peeks over his boyfriend's shoulder, pointing to one of the songs on the list. "What about that one?"

"Ooh, good one." Josh grins mischievously, tapping on the song and waiting for it to play, laughing evilly with his boyfriend once the loud and startling music blasts over the radio.

"I've got your knife inside my back
I've got your rope around my neck
I feel the poison in my veins
Corrode and eat away my brains"

"For fuck's sake, Joseph." Ryan groans, covering his head with his pillow in an attempt to drown out the music. All Josh and Tyler did was scream the lyrics to the song, hopping around the bus and causing it to shake a little.

"I didn't do anything." Joe complained, trying to roll over but unable to move due to the fact that Andy was clinging to him like an octopus.

"Not you, idiot." Ryan takes the pillow he's previously stuffed his head under and throws it at Joe in the bunk below him. "I was talking about Tyler."

Joe hums absently, too busy trying to wriggle his arms from Andy's tight grip. Joe begins to whine while the others climb out of their bunks, chuckling at his situation.

"Never would have thought of Andy to be a cuddler." Pete muses from his bunk with Patrick cocooned in their blanket beside him.

"Me neither. It's actually kinda-"

"Votre bite est dure, Pete [Your dick is hard, Pete]." Andy mumbles sleepily before sitting up and giving Pete his most smug smile.

"Fuck you, Andy."

"Gardez-le loin des yeux de Patrick [Keep it away from Patrick's eyes]," Andy laughs. "Vous pourriez l'aveugler [You could blind him]."

"Shut the fuck up." Pete rolls over and snatches the blanket away from Patrick, causing him to whine like a small child.

"Pete, no." He tries rolling back up into the blanket.

"Sharing is caring." Pete responds.

"Hey, get your asses out of bed!" Josh shouts, turning the music down finally. "We've got a whole lot of goofing off to do."