I can’t stop thinking about how in the last episode when Luke, Alex, and Reggie thought they were gonna cease to exist. Like these boys were gonna have to watch each other essentially die for literally the second time and they decided to spend their last bit of time curled up together in a cuddle pile on the floor. 🥺💕
Got a request for this from @laughterisorange on my other account and decided to roll with it, enjoy.
Series parts: 1 2(Outed//Alex)
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When in a crisis humans have two reactions, fight and flight. From the moment we come into this world it begins. Something bad happens? We either, a, fight back, or his favorite, b, run and hide. Crawl into your little spot, block out the screams with music, and try not to cry. At least that’s what he was doing right now.
Reggie was in his closet, blankets and pillows crowded into it, his Walkman blasting rock music to drown out the screams. It happened to be a normal scenario for him at this point. To hide away until one stormed out or went to bed. He really didn’t think much of it.
They did. They knew something was wrong when Reg missed rehearsal one time, was late to the next, and almost missed school one day from “sleeping in.” Tonight was no different. A rap at the window alerted Reggie that Alex was outside. He didn’t hear it so much as feel it. The window being right next to the closet had it’s perks.
He dragged himself up, moved to it push it open, and leaned out. As expected, there was Alex looking at him as if waiting for something. Glancing at the sky, Reggie noticed that it had begun to swirl into a beautiful mix of coloring that he wanted to sketch as quickly as possible. But Alex had to be here for a reason--the band normally avoid the house as a rule of thumb.
“Reg?” Alex whispered yelled.
‘”What’s up Alex?” Reggie replied in a louder slightly annoyed voice, not like they could hear him anyways.
“Dude, rehearsal?”
Reggie’s eyes widened, he had entirely forgotten about band rehearsal tonight. The sense of time in Reggie’s head was almost non-existent at this point, so he was guessing it was Friday. Alex brushed off the shocked expression on the other boys face and waved him to grab his things. Reggie quickly grabbed his backpack and go-bag, which held all the necessities for a possible sleepover in Bobby’s studio. Guitar picks, an extra flannel shirt, spare cash, his sketchbook, and of course, food.
Reggie checked to make sure his door was locked before he hopped out his window onto the roof of the porch. He shimmied down the railing and offered Alex a small smile as they both hopped into the car. The ride was quiet, the gentle hum of the engine and the rock music quietly whizzing in the background being the only things to break the silence.
The boys hopped out of the truck and Reggie practically ran around back to the studio. However, when he whipped open the doors he was not met with the band’s usual set up, but his two friends lying on the couch. Both of their heads lifted with confusion that quickly transformed into bright smiles.
“Hey Reggie, what’s up?” Bobby asked.
“Uh band rehearsal??”
“Dude It’s a Thursday, why would we have rehearsal??” Luke jumped in.
“Well Alex sai-” Reggie turned to the boy who was now blocking the entrance to the studio. “Alex, why am I here?”
“We need to talk Reg.” Alex said guiding the black haired boy onto the couch. He smiled at Luke as he kissed his cheek before turning back. “What’s up with you dude? You’re late to school and band rehearsals, you’re falling asleep in class, and you look a mess!”
That was all it took for Reggie to break down sobbing, crumbling into a ball. Alex immediately wrapped his arms around his shaking figure the other boys joining shortly after. They sat there listening to Reggie explain his home situation and trying to get him to stop crying. They eventually settled him down enough to watch a movie and go to bed.
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Now we’re onto our second part of that reaction, fight. To push and battle your way out. The ringing of the phone after school the next day was odd to say the least. No one ever called to the studio, except for potential gigs. Gigs! all the boys seemed to realize it at the same time jumping towards the ringing. Reggie reached it first.
“Ha-ha, got you guys!” He said picking it up, “Sunset Curve, Reggie Speaking.”
His face dropped immediately and he started to mumble into the phone sending a shaky look the boy’s way. Dropping it back into the receiver he began to grab his things shoving them in his bag. Alex jumped up and grabbed his shoulders.
“Dude, what are doing right now?”
“Gotta...go...home” Reggie said shrugging away his hands.
“No. No way Reg!” Alex grabbed his wrist waving over Luke to help.
Arms encircled the boy as he thrashed to get out of his friend’s grip. Screams and punches thrown at stilled, cement-like bodies. Cries for what was supposed to sound like resistance but came out more like hopeless yelps for help were put out. The cage was slowly eased away as the boy fell into his bandmates grasp. Peace finally settling over him.
So that’s how Reg got here, at least that’s how your “uncle” Bobby told it to me. I missed Bobba as a boyfriend for a while, but we work better platonically. And anyway, shortly after that I met the cute coffee shop barista, or as you know him, your dad. Love you always Jules.
xoxo,
Rose (momma) Molina
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a/n: Hope y’all enjoyed! I have it in mind that Reg is an artist bc he has such an appreciation for pretty things. Also had to throw some Luke x Alex in there for ya. Love you guys, gals, and non-binaries!
