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Yahooo! Allyson has his own character sheet now!

A/n: this is an eltingville club x oc work for @qthulhu666 (btw go check their acc their art and ocs are cool asf). I hope you'll like it!!

Warinings: pretty much nothing, just cigarettes but no one smokes.

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57...58..59...15.

Only fifteen minutes have passed since the start of the biology lesson; but to Allison? They felt like hours.

The teacher kept blabbering about some nonsense he didn't even try to listen to, his classmates were all whispering or straight up talking to eachother, and worst of all? There was a certain boy in his class that just couldn't stay away from him.

Another crumpled piece of paper landed on Allison's desk, slightly hitting his hand. He rolled his eyes and opened it. Inside there was only a smiley face, drawn with pitch black ink in Pete's unmistakable handwriting.

Allison exhaled through his nose loudly, as if to send Pete a silent 'fuck off'. DiNunzio really seemed to not get the memo.

They had been in countless situations like this before: Pete trying to be smooth, Allison treating him like he was some kind of disgusting bug that got in his way. But Pete didn't mind; he thought that getting under the other boy's skin was the first step to succes, so he tried again. And again, and again, and again.

Not even a minute later Allison felt something -someone- tugging lightly at his hair. Not to hurt, just to play with it. The boy used all of his willpower to not stand up to slam Pete against the nearest wall, so he stayed seated, fists clenched.

Pete took a strand of Allison's long hair in between his fingers, rolling it around his pointer. He could see Allison's jaw clenching and his knucles becoming white.

Pete stopped, just to quickly write on a piece of paper and throw it at the boy seated in front of him.

Allison reluctantly one handedly spread the paper and flicked his gaze down to it. His usual stoic expression shifting; eyes narrowing, lips pressing into a thin line.

On the paper was written -in an handwriting that could only have been either a 8 year's old or Pete's:

'What's the matter Ally?'

Allison read that again, his silence heavier than words. One of the things he hated the most -besides Pete and his loser friends- was when people misgendered him. Of course, his long cured hair and makeup could kinda make him pass as a girl, but he refused to change his appearance.

So when someone that knew he was a boy -and Pete definitely knew he was a boy, hell, he probably even knew his address- used feminine names for him? Ally, Alice, even Lizzy? He couldn't stand it.

The hand that previously held his head up in that hellish class slammed on his desk, the whole classroom going quiet -his classmates looking at him with wide eyes and the teacher turning around from the whiteboard- and Pete pratically jumping from his seat.

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"What was that,Allison?" The teacher raised an eyebrow, clearly annoyed.

"I'm sorry Mrs. Carter, my hand slipped" he let out through gritted teeth, slightly turning his head to glance at Pete.

The italian boy was looking at him with wide eyes, and hand covering his mouth, clearly trying not to laugh.

"Whatever. Just keep the hands off the desks and eachother, mr. Dinunzio." The teacher added before going on with the lesson. She clearly noticed when Pete played with Allison's hair, but decided to not say anything on the spot.

Allison lowered his head, grimacing and covering his eyes with one hand. Pete layed back on his seat, head buried in his shoulders like a dog that got scolded.

The rest of the lesson went on strangely smoothly -apart for Pete stretching a leg under Allison's seat to slightly bump at his foot and the other kicking him-

When the bell rang Allison was the first to stand up, bursting through the doors and swinging it open with enough force to make it slam against the wall. Pete quickly followed, decided to talk to him.

The two walked towards the exit, Allison long and steady steps followed by Pete's fast and short ones; kinda like a puppy following it's owner.

When they got out the only noise that could be amongst them was Allison's heavy sigh when he realized Pete was, in fact, following him, and the stomping of his heavy boots on the ground.

After a while Pete decided to speak up, silence wasn't his thing. "You always this quiet or am I special?" He mocked, a teasing grin spreading on his face.

Allison turned his head slightly, looking down at him with a glare that could freeze fire. "You're special. E-special-ly stupid" he muttered, expression deadpan.

Pete made an exaggerated frown, letting out a dramatic gasp: "HOW COULD YOU" he breathed out, faking gasping for air. Allison just rolled his eyes and kept walking.

Pete caught up almost immediately, matching the other's pace. He pulled out a pack of Camels, taking one for himself and turning the opened pack to Allison, a quiet offering.

The two stood there in silence for a brief moment, the metalhead letting out a mocking "I don't take candies from the man with the white van" and flicked Pete's hat, making it fall to the ground.

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He scrambled to the floor, awkwardly repositioning his cap in the angle he studied every time in the mirror for ten minutes, until his brothers threatened him to get out of the bathroom.

He saw Allison still walking, not even checking if he was following. Pete buried his hands in his hoodie pockets. Something cold hand hard caught his attention.

Oh. Right. That.

"Ayo Allison!" Pete shouted. The other boy stopped dead in his tracks, turning around annoyed and groaning exageratedly.

'What, DiNunzio..." Allison seethed. He stopped right in front of him, looking down from the -at least- five inches he had on the other.

Pete snapped back to reality after moments of studying Allison's face, how his eyes looked like they pierced right into him and how his spiky bracelets caught the light.

"I- uhh...wanted to give you this.." Pete let out, his usual cocky act falling as he tripped over his words.

He fumbled with his pocket before taking out a CD, under Allison's unfazed glare. Pete handed it over to him, and the boy raised an eyebrow, flipping it over and reading the tracks.

It was personalized. Pete burned it -for him. Inside? Pretty much every one of the tracks were songs Allison actually liked. His expression softened, only a bit though.

"Mh. Guess you ain't too bad, DiNunzio" he said, before turning around, cd in hand and boots thudding against the sidewalk.

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Finally done with refs of my Eltingville club OC!