A/N- Spin off about Adam coming back from military school.

"So you just come here?" Tromboner asks.

"Uhh-huh"

"By yourself?"

"Hmmm..." He kicks a traffic cone.

"And just smash stuff?" Tromboner nods, leaning further in the chair.

"You think it's dumb?" Adam asked, suddenly a little worried that Eric would think that he's some kind of loser. This military drop-out that now has to get a job. Does Tromboner just think that he's a thug that just flashes his dick all the time? Did he really like him? Or was he just intrigued?

"Nah man it's...not dumb"

"Stress relief innit?" He elbows him.

"Ad, next time, if you're stressed you, can hold my hand" He nods, smiling. Through the darkness Adam can see that enchanting glow of his teeth. All these prodding paranoias, that are piercing his insides go on hiatius. He wants to make Tromboner smile like this all the time. He wants his number, but doesn't know how to ask without sounding like a...

"Calm down fag, I know you wanna touch me all the time but..."

"You wish! It's getting late. Gotta get my beauty sleep for Anwar tomorrow!" He smiles wider and the taller boy suddenly gets angry.

"Right" Adam whispers grabbing the torch, he gets up and marches away before the other boy can even rise from his chair.

It's late but he knows that she won't care.

"You forgot your house keys again?" Maeve asks, eyes puffy and drained from lack of sleep.

"I think...I think I'm into Tromboner?" Adam asks, though it's not a question, he knows how he feels, but he wants her to tell him that he's being stupid.

"No shit!" She smirked.

"You ain't shocked?"

"Is this the face that looks frozen in disbelief?"

"It's a face of a mid life crisis" He smirks.

"Fuck you! I even bought you Nesquik, arse-hole!"

"Nice! Finally I can come round here more often!" Adam opens her door wider, pushing past her to get to the kitchen.

"Why? Why am I so fucking nice?" Maeve whispers to herself as she shuts the Caravan door and reluctantly turns the expensive heating back on.