#erudiction

        she’s at his door, a common sight, but this time she looks distressed. moreso than usual, anyway, and when he answers, her words start spilling out before there’s even a greeting.

                ❝   hi, so  .  .  .  embarrassing story, i’m an idiot, but i’m  .  .  .  locked out of my dorm. and my roommate isn’t coming back until tomorrow. can i spend some time at yours ?? until she comes back, or i can find some other way of getting in.   ❞  

Shock ! Brows flew up ! Deep, aquamarine stare in awe at the redhead before him. Unsure how to properly process the news the Mormon had just heard.

                    ‘ you’re     SO     drunk. ’      lips     curl     into     a     smile,        head     tilting     to     one     side     as     an     arm     slides     around     kyle’s     waist     to     attempt     to     keep     him     up     right.        in     FAIRNESS     to     the     other     boy     ;     they     were     taking     very      strong     shots.        those     little     glasses     of     bad     choices     were     the     only     alcohol     benny     had     consumed     tonight     &&     even     he     was      swaying     from     them     -     barely     able     to     keep     both     of     them     walking     in     a     straight     line.          ‘ ‘m     glad     you     had     fun.        but     i     think     BED     is     calling,     right -- ? ’

     “ Kyyyyyyle..? ”  Low then higher and higher, fear laced throughout the question. He’ll admit - if asked - the ginger wasn’t the first Butters came to. Or the second. But third time’s a charm, right? --MAYBE. ( He’s the angry one, besides Eric. )  Coat half unzips, revealing one of his hamsters, safe in its plastic ball, dark eyes lost some of their usual shine.

        ANXIETY TIGHTENS HER CHEST DESPITE THE FACT THEY’VE BEEN FRIENDS FOR YEARS NOW. and in their friendship, the weight of feelings more than friendship had always been there, in the way her hand would find his when she was scared, and when gazes lingered as if drawing lips together like magnets only to be torn away a moment later. now, they’re sitting across from each other on her bed, schoolbooks scattered, and open, but not being read. mostly bare legs are stretched out, socked feet resting in his lap. nervous eyes glance up from her homework.

                              ❝   can i ask you sort of a weird question .  .  .  ??   ❞  

i will not ignore u but if u wanna yell things into my i.m.s theyre there 4 u <3

No it’s okay, I’ma just blast loud music in my ears and make icon’s