burn it up

           ❛  BOO .  .  . ?  ❜

@metfire & @mxrtifero

He couldn’t believe he was the nagging one. He was supposed to be the one that was late. So why the hell was he on his phone, searching for Kaden’s name right after he got home from work? It was like some strange feeling inside of him kept him pushing the whole thing. He didn’t know why. And he hated it. But he still obeyed it.  ❛ Answer your phone, you idio- ❜ He was rather taken aback by the sudden low and husky voice as it took a moment for him to stop imagining the other and actually speak.  ❛ Were you sleeping? It’s 5 PM! I was working, do you even know what that means? Listen I’m not gonna pay for our shit, if-- Shut up! She said we should meet in a few. Hey, I actually will bite you if you’re late. I mean it!! ❜ He shouted by the end, although it was no use since the other had already hung up.  He dropped his phone onto his bed, running off to get ready, fix his hair, put on something comfortable and something black, of course, and he was already gone. He couldn’t believe he arrived first. He was looking at his texts, telling the others to hurry the hell up. Not ‘cause he missed them. That would be stupid. It was merely because he didn’t want to look too desperate, standing there and waiting for someone alone. He was contemplating hiding and waiting until the two of them arrived just so he could be the last when a somewhat heavy something tackled him from behind. Soon enough he heard the familiar voice, and he couldn’t help but crack a smile.  ❛ Wow babe, you’re the sweetest! ❜ He feigned a touched tone at the other’s choice of words before he straightened up.  ❛ Now, get off me. ❜

*pulls out ouija board*

            `  where’s tha’ mean spirit vanished off ta’ ?   ’

          ❛ The spirit is upset. The spirit will kick you in the BALLS. ❜

is he real?

        “I─” Jason paused, willing the tears that were springing to the corners of his eyes back down. He had so many questions. He was worried, he was confused, and he was hurt. But since his worry was the most prominent, he asked, “Why was someone firing a gun at you?” He leaned down to get a better look at the purple mark, moving Dom’s stubborn arms out of the way.

        ❛ ‘Cause he had a gun-- ❜ He shrugged, rolling his even more at the other acting like a mother. ❛ Come on babe, this happens all the time. It just looks a li’l nasty. I’ll be fine I told you. ❜    He watched the other get all close to the wound, wrapping his arms around him and pulling him into an embrace both to change the topic and because it was kind of cute, how worried he was.  ❛ If you want to look at my abs so much you can just ask me. ❜