young & stupid;

St. Louis, 27/08.

      “So? You didn’t seem to mind, so it’s not all my                          fault either. Tell me you don’t want it and I’ll go.”

      “I can't say I don't want it                                      because you know I do."

      he can’t help but grin at the other’s touch, leaning away as his nose scrunches up slightly. “yeah, i could have told one,” he chuckles softly. he looks away for a moment, gaze focused on the stars soon as he speaks.”….you can try again if you desire.”

      preston shakes his head, brows raised as he lets out a little giggle, averting his attention back to the sky. "if i try again, you'll run away." he shrugs, a loud breath slipping from his lips. "you try — please?"

    Tristan smirked at Preston’s words about him being distracted by Tristan. He loved getting compliments from the boy and hearing about Preston’s feelings towards him. It was very reassuring. “No, I’d love for you to cook for me, babe,” Tristan replied with a nod of his head. “Who knows? Maybe you’ve gotten better? Let’s hope so.” He was simply joking, but he knew that Preston was aware of that. “A kissing ban? Fine.” The guy shrugged, acting as if he didn’t care, as he didn’t really believe Preston’s self-control to be big enough to resist - at least he hoped, it wasn’t big enough. “I don’t wanna kiss you anyway.” Liar, liar, pants on fire.

    The one thing Preston would ever stop doing was throwing compliments out to the other here and there because in complete honesty, Tristan was his life. He liked the other male knowing how he felt about him, liked the little reactions he got. "Do you really think I've gotten better? If anything, I've gotten worse." Preston chuckled, shaking his head. His lips turned down into a small frown but it disappeared as quickly as it came as he set his overnight bag down, crossing his arms against his chest. He was an overly affectionate person, but he could be quite stubborn when he put his mind to it. "Fine. You have cooties anyway."

      a beat passed before charlie shook his head, smiling as he chuckled and met the other’s gaze. “no i don’t.” the more he thought about it, the stupider it got and soon he couldn’t help but press his palm to his cheek and try to hide his grin. “that’s awful.”

      preston groaned, bringing his hand up to cover his  face. he wasn't going to explain a dense joke that wasn't even worth knowing in the first place. he laughed, reaching over to poke charlie. "could have been worse, i s'pose?"

Rory had a late night start to his shift that night. Having slept longer than he wanted to he was in a rush to get ready before he was meant to be at his corner in the city on time for his nightly customers as well as new ones. He more or less wanted to be home a decent hour better than last night, but still he didn’t got to bed having stayed up most of the night talking to Tristan on the roof tops. Wrapping his arms around his body he breathed in the cool air before a car stopped in front of him honking his horn three times before opening the door. Rory whimpered to himself as he slid into the all too familiar car before it sped away. Stumbling into his flat battered and more broken Rory was quick to get undress before heading to his room. He wanted a shower, but paused seeing the room next door to him on. Sighing he shook his head pulling on a pair of boxers and a large jumper before opening the window and crawling out into the brisk air. He wanted to see the blonde before he passed out, he needed it. Throwing one of the pebbles they left on the tiles at the window Rory wrapped his arms around himself as he waited for Tristan to appear in front of the window.

"Are you done with this bullshit now?"

"I was done with this bullshit the second you started complaining."

    Kissing his boyfriend, was definitely on the list of Tristan’s Top 10 favourite thngs today, therefore he hated it, whenever either of them pulled away. However, Preston’s words did cause that familiar smile to form on his lips. “You’re so stupid,” the guy mumbled. “I have done nothing to deserve it. Also the last time you cooked, you nearly set my kitchen on fire, remember?” The tall boy chuckled at the memory of the last time, his boyfriend had attempted to cook in his apartment. “But I mean why not? I’ve got 911 on speed dial for a reason.”

   A small pout formed on Preston's lips but he couldn't help the loud laugh that tumbled from his mouth as he shook his head at the memory. He couldn't cook to save his life, regardless of the microwave meals and oven cooked pizzas. "I was distracted by you." He mumbled, reaching out to playfully hit the other boy's arm, lips stretching into a fond smile. "We could just get a take out or something? Wouldn't want to put you in danger or anything — oh, and you're on a kissing ban." And that, right there, was a big fat joke.

I WANT YOU TO BOTHER ME AT THREE AM. 

x

      woo who? he thought, wondering what the other was setting up for. it sounded funny in his head but the w’s scared him. he parted his lips, focusing on his speech as he dug his nails into the palms of his hands. “———w-w-woo w-who?”

      he nodded, the corners of his lips turning upwards into a grin. "woo who — get it?" and then he was chuckling, mainly because it was lame as hell and also because his  five year old cousin could probably conjure up something better.

"I didn’t fuck up anything. You kissed me.                                                           Nobody has to know,”

"You initiated it so don't blame the                                             entire thing on me.”