heard yer sick

and i just wanted to say…

Curling his left hand into a fist, Hayner bashed it against Seifer’s back, cringing when he felt nothing but hard muscle, “YOU FUCKIN’ ASSHOLE PUT ME DOWN I-” His shouting was cut short when his ringtone fell silent, and in return, his heart began beating frantically in his chest. Joshua would only worry if he didn’t pick up his phone…When his phone rang for a second time, Hayner was quick to slide his finger over the screen.

Out of breath, he managed a rushed “Hello-” before Seifer’s grip on his waist faltered and Hayner slipped from his shoulder and into the uncomfortable surface of the couch. On impact, Hayner’s phone flew from his hand. Too shocked and angry to notice, Hayner’s rage flourished between his ribs and leaked from the cuts on his hands. Digging his fingers into Seifer’s arm, he put all of his strength into dragging him down.

Quickly twisting out of Hayner’s grasp, Seifer left the smaller boy to fend for himself as his senses honed into a new opportunity for trouble: Hayner’s cell phone, which had somehow slipped and skidded across the floor. He only had to reach out and take it… Somehow such a simple action seemed imbued with such meaning. Just reach out and take it…

Seifer managed to wrap his fingers around the phone and, offering Hayner a trademark Seifer Smirk, quieted the annoying buzz of the ringtone.

“No way in hell will you catch me sleepin’ on that! ‘Sides, it’s a loveseat. I’m way too tall to fit. But your tiny ass, on the other hand…”

Look, Josh, im serious, the guy is a complete lunatic He acts like i owe him something when hes the one that likes to make my life a living hell Fuck if i lose to him tomorrow…hes never gonna lemme live it down and i OHMYGOD HE’S FUCKING MOVING THE BED I SHOULD

Just as he was in the middle of complaining on what exactly Seifer was doing, his finger slipped and the message was sent. Between the shakes of the mattress and the unfinished sent text staring back at him in mockery, Hayner completely lost it. 

Slamming his phone down on the bed, Hayner glared daggers.

“SEIFER WHAT THE FUCK IS YOUR PROBLEM!? I SENT THAT MESSAGE WITHOUT FINISHING WHAT I WAS TRYING TO SAY!!” Scooting back a bit (in his current position, his ankle brushed against Seifer’s arm and he couldn’t have that) he tucked his feet away and wove bruised fingers into the nearest object. Using the pillow as a shield, Hayner aimed it at Seifer, laughing when the fluffy cushion bounced off his head. “Stop being such a baby and sleep on the couch!! And if you don’t fit then sleep on the floor but there’s no way I’m leaving this bed!!”

…

You leave for one night…

“I don’t have to listen to this,” he stated. His mind declared civil war; Hayner was, unfortunately, right in the sense that any complaints Seifer made would only serve to attract the disfavor of the hotel staff, and there was little they could do to help alleviate the utter torment of being stuffed in a tiny single-bed room with the most infuriating human being currently walking the planet. However every marrow of his body ached to make a scene, demand satisfaction.

“This is unacceptable–what kind of customer service–? And anyway, if anyone gets the bed it’s me. You’ve never stood a chance against my team, even with a full night of rest–Hey, are you listening–?”

Text to  ♥Joshua ♥

No, I cant pick up right now anyways :/// Hes ranting and I dont wanna put you through that Sorry for answering you so late at night too… Why arent you asleep yet????? Its late, get some rest

He’d been so distracted answering Joshua, Hayner missed Seifer’s complaints and by the rage displayed across his face, Hayner could guess Seifer was well aware of the situation. To add salt to the wound, Hayner looked past Seifer’s, body angling to the right slightly. A sharp exhale pushed past his lips, “Hey, there’s a couch behind the door, just sleep there and stop your bitchin’ cause it ain’t like I can convince anyone to switch rooms with me. All my teammates hate you, and as team Captain I ain’t puttin’ my boys through the stress of dealin’ with you, so stop bein’ so dam annoyin’ and-”

Babe

Cupcake

Green bean of my heart

Like it or not, here I come-

But not in that way!! 

I mean I’m calling you.

You knwo what I mean??

I’m tired but I’m replying bc I miss you

Of course

I miss your sweet ass

Jk I have my other bf here to keep me company (AP History homework)

So even Seifer’s ranting seems like a sweet alternative to AP-induced Hell

“Oh, you gotta be fuckin’ kidding me!” he exclaimed, oblivious to the sensitive eardrums of the other hotel guests shuffling past him in the hall. “This has to be some kind of mix-up, right? They got our reservations all twisted in the first place, making us share the room and all! I’ve got a few strong words for the guy at the front desk.”

“Idiot, ya know it won’t matter if you do complain. The lady clearly stated the Hotel is all out of rooms. All you’re gonna do is get yourself and your team thrown out.”

???

...Sounds like the hotel really “hit it out of the park” with that mistake.

Haha.

I mean, that guy is basically jsut the entire concept of “Trouble” topped off with a beanie.

Should I call you?

“I said nevermind, I-”

Okay, so now he’s being childish, but he can’t help but recall the times Joshua refused to touch his blistered infested palms; the times he’d sit and watch Hayner struggle to clean his own wounds and the disgust - the gut twisting disgust - that overtook his paper thin features.

The palms of his hands are still fractured; bloody and messy, unfit to hold Joshua’s.

Pulling his hand back to his side, he stares and stares at Hayner with glowing embers for eyes. 

“If you’re in that much of a hurry I’ll walk myself home.” 

“Here I have a joke for you!”

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“Why must you ruin every conversation we have? Does it not get tiring?”

“...We don’t always have to talk, you know.”