*Thanks for the chocolate, Gaby. It helped me get through this chapter along with my pain.*

"Hey, how does ice cream for breakfast sound?" PJ asked, leaning on the counter.

"Sounds good." Gradient replied. He didn't want to cook that morning.

Goth and Palette were on the couch, enjoying their 'morning hug', Goth's legs bend as he was sitting on Palette's lap. Their little 'hug' was overly heated, making them both pant softly, keeping their moans in.

"Hey, you two wanna eat some ice cream for breakfast?" PJ called out. Palette nodded to him, Goth being slightly dazed by pleasure.

PJ scooped some ice cream into a small bowl with chocolate syrup and sprinkles and gave the couple their ice cream with one small spoon. They just ate it together, basically feeding each other.

PJ scoffed at how gay they were being together. PJ was a little jealous. He didn't have anyone to be that sappy and gay and lovey-dovey.

It fucking sucked.

But at least he could tease Fresh sometimes. It was fun, so it kept him away from thinking about being alone. Maybe Fresh could be good for a quick hookup or two.

Vux came out soon after, Gradient getting him a cone. He and Vux ate their pre-packaged cones together, chatting. They talked about their dreams the night before, obviously using everything else to talk about the evening before.

PJ rolled his eyes. Could even Gradient the antisocial get love before him?

"Damn. Everyone is just having dates here." PJ mumbled to himself, getting himself a popsicle and sitting on the counter.

Fresh came out of his room, rubbing his eyes. He blushed a bright blue when he saw PJ, sitting on the counter. He was wearing white stockings and a large, blue sweater, it hanging a lot off of his shoulder, showing his black tank top underneath. He had only worn some underwear under it, besides the undershirt. PJ crossed his legs, looking up at Fresh with alluring eyes. 

"Ice cream's for breakfast, grab something from the freezer and eat it. Or don't, I don't fucking care." PJ said, a string of saliva connecting from his lip to the blue raspberry flavored popsicle. 

"Alright..." Fresh muttered, getting an ice cream sandwich.

"Sit." PJ sucked on the tip of the popsicle, a cute blush dusting his cheeks as he pat next to him, on the counter. Fresh nodded, sitting next to PJ. 'I can't let myself be so submissive to this fucking nerd!' Fresh thought to himself.

PJ scooted closer to Fresh, and Fresh moved closer in response. 

PJ put his hand on Fresh's knee, so Fresh put his hand on PJ's thigh in response.

PJ shoved the popsicle in his mouth, showing no gag. Fresh didn't know how to react other than stare with a bright blue face.

PJ pulled his popsicle out of his mouth, a thick string of saliva connecting PJ's pink lip to the saliva covered sweet.

He stuck out his three tongues, they wrapping around the popsicle, removing the stick from it. He spat the stick to the ground, chewing up the cold sweet.

"Can you do that?" PJ challenged. Fresh stuck out the middle tongue, wrapping his ice cream sandwich in it. With his other tongues, he stuck them into the ice cream and wrapping around his own sweet. 

Paperjam watched as Fresh's tongues retreated into his mouth, bringing the ice cream sandwich in as well, like some wolves with their prey.

"I can do that~" Fresh smirked, licking his lips with one of his tongues, the yellow one. 

"I-I can see that..." PJ looked away, blushing a bright pink. 'Showed him! Thank fuck he gets submissive this time!' Fresh thought victoriously.

"Sweet~" Frsh chuckled. PJ slapped him, jumping off and running to his room.

Gradient knew his brother was just being moody, like always.

"Hey, Prof. Sci said I can visit his lab. Wanna go together?" Gradient turned to Vux. The lavender haired male had been licking his fingers of the melted ice cream. Vux stared at Gradient's face, thinking about what he should do.

"Hold still—" Vux leaned forwards.

"W-w-what are you?!?!" Gradient blushes brightly, looking down and hiding his face with his hands. 

"Shh. Just hold still." Vux spoke sweetly and quietly. Gradient let him lead his face to looking up, a soft hand under his side jaw. Vux and Gradient made eye contact, and Vux used his thumb to wipe something away. Gradient blinked, not understanding what was happening. Vux kept eye contact, making Gradient feel the need to stare into his eyes back. Vux slowly moved his thumb to his lips, licking the ice cream off of it.

Gradient wanted to look away, blushing and embarrassed. 

But he couldn't.

It was so hard to look away, so Gradient and Vux stared stared into each other's eyes, Vux's face heating up as well as Gradient leaned forward.

Gradient closed his eyes, leaning in closer to the other. Vux leaned in as well, his eyes closed as he awaited for what was soon to happen.

Gradient moved closer and grabbed Vux's hands, leading them to his waist, making sure Vux's hands would stay on his waist. After the innocent boy's pale hands were secure on his waist, he wrapped his arms around Vux's neck. 

Their lips almost touched.

Magic sparked between them as they felt each other's breath on their lips.

"Hey!" PJ yelled, pulling Vux away. He held the scared male by the collar, shaking him slightly.  "What do you think you're doing to my b-"

"P-P-PJ!" Gradient exclaimed. He grabbed Vux's shirt, pulling him close. He held Vux close, scowling at him brother. "Don't hurt him!"

"His hands were too low for comfort!" PJ yelled, pointing at Vux aggressively.

"I put them there! He didn't mean anything wrong about it!" Gradient defended. Vux hid his face into Gradient's chest, feeling genuine fear from PJ's aggressive yells. "It's my fault, don't yell at him!"

"P-please stop yelling..." Vux mumbled.

"Shh, it's okay Vuxxy. Don't worry, it's okay, it's fine." Gradient whispered comforting things into Vux's ear, rubbing his back. 

"Are you really doing this?!" PJ barked.

"Stop yelling! You're making him upset." Gradient lowered his voice, rubbing Vux's back sweetly.

"Don't worry, Gradient..." Vux peeked up. When PJ shot him another glare, he hid again.

"Leave." Gradient said sternly.

"Gradient-"

"Leave!" Gradient yelled, leading to PJ to scoff and left.

"I'm sorry... that I made you and your brother fight..." Vux mumbled, sitting back up.

"He's just an asshole, it's not your fault." Gradient smiled. He jumped off of the counter, holding out his hand so he could politely help Vux down. Vux took his hand, jumping off. "Lets go to Prof. Sci's room, he should still be in his lab."

"Okay."  Vux nodded, following Gradient away.

The school building itself was empty. It was odd to see such a large place that was usually filled and crowded with teens with no one else there. It was almost eerie to be there.

Vux shivered as he heard some groans echoed down the hallways.

Gradient tried to ignore it, continuing to Sci's lab, as the groans got louder and louder.

They both froze as they heard a scream.

They ran into Sci's lab, supposedly where the noises where coming from.

"What's going on?!" Gradient kicked open the door, worried. Sci stopped thrusting into Outer, hearing one of his students' voice.

"Oh stars! K-kids!" Sci's snapped his head towards the door. Outer hid his face in his hands as Gradient covered Vux's eyes, freaking out. "This isn't what it-"

"Wrong timing!" Gradient pushed Vux out of the lab, making sure he couldn't see it. He ran out, shutting the door.

"W-was that just..." Outer looked at as Sci, showing his eyes.

"Gradient and Vux? Yeah..." Sci replied awkwardly.

"What was that?" Vux asked, getting up. He never saw what was happening.

"Nothing..." Gradient mumbled.

"Are you sure?" Vux wondered.

"L-lets just go." Gradient grabbed Vux's hand, dragging him back to their dorm.

Gradient was about to open the door when Fresh in a black hoodie left instead.

"Is the kid still innocent?" Fresh asked, pointing at Vux.

"Yes, very much so." Gradient hesitantly nodded. He flinched when Fresh put a hand on his shoulder.

"Just... go anywhere but here with him." Fresh warned. He didn't know why he was helping the nerds, but he did. He just left after that, heading out.

The neon lights of the vintage Trouble Tracks were turned off, but the bright colors of neon rainbow was still viewable. Fresh pushed open the front doors, pulling off his hoodie and heading for the brightly dressed girl in the front counter, the 90's vibes matching Fresh's style nearly to the T.

*1443 words*

*My friend, Layla C., helped me come up with the name of Trouble Tracks. I'll draw the uniform next chapter.*