#3sent ask

"B, if your heart keeps racing like that and you end up in a hospital, I'm going to be a lot more than your guardian angel," Gavin informed the other, fiddling with his thumbs as he sat across the table, wings spread out across the kitchen and flapping in consistently.

"Sorry, just, didn't know I was going to like, first realize you weren't kidding and about how I feel about you and now I'm kinda rethinking everything and-"

"And this is my kitchen," Michael spoke seriously, gesturing to the diorama around him to a snickering Gavin.

He went on to begin pouring fake liquid from an empty tea pot into Gavin's little, still completely dry, cup, smiling the entire time after as he walked off to put on one of the numerous aprons that stood by.

#destheman

"Holy shit, he's here: he's at McDonalds; I repeat, DanTheMan is at my local McDonalds," I madly whispered, stuck in place with eyes wide and knuckles white around my phone.

"What? No, he's ordering food, no I'm not going to ask for a picture - what? No!" I spoke a bit too loudly, flabbergasted by the other end as I looked up to see none other than Dan Gruchy questionably looking down at me from the counter.

Michael yawned, head blaring between his ears as he groggily swayed to his front door, ruing the day he'd trusted the injustice of his apartment's electrician: Who the fuck showed up at 7am to fix a broken washing machine?

"Michael, guess who's home early!" Gavin exclaimed as he jumped into the entryway, throwing his arms around his boy with his heart on his sleeve and a kiss sloppy enough to make Michael question his situation.

"Dan, I killed him, he's gone-oh my God, no, no, no," Ray broke down, fingers shaking against the fabric lining Dan's shoulders, seeped in scarlet as he held the other towards his chest. 

Dan choked on blood, whispering sweet senses of good bye, smiling just gingerly enough for Ray's heart to skip a beat despite the circumstances, "I'm sorry Ray, I kn-know I promised we'd both make it out, but ... but I'm gl-glad you got to, at least."

"So, being like, football captain and head of drama is actually a thing?" Gavin asked, mouth slightly agape as he laid with his head in Ryan's lap.

Ryan shrugged, quirking an eyebrow as he dramatically placed his hand to his chest, "Are you saying that I'm not normal, Gavin, because if so, I'm totally, like, so seriously hurt."

"You're a lot taller in person," Ray speculated, eyebrows raised in mock-surprise as he looked up the other's solid figure.

"And for a Brownman, you're not very tan," Dan laughed, putting his hand out to shake Ray's own.