#skullflower

Infernal Blades

Machinery Of Torment

Slaughtering Gods

Mother Of Harlots

Spineless

Immolation Fever

Mirror Of Time

Rolling over on Hunter's bed you sighed. He was across the room pacing, which he's been doing, for over 30 minutes ranting about Kevin. And you were sympathetic, you tried to be anyway, it was kind of hard to keep on being sympathetic after the first 10 minutes. It's not really his fault, his best friend getting a girlfriend, his best friend getting his first girlfriend.

He had mostly gotten over his qualms about Emily after Battle of the bands. It was obvious he was still getting used to the idea that Kevin wouldn't have been able to hang whenever Hunter wanted.

That was okay for the most part, except for the fact that you are so fucking bored. You had come over to hang out maybe watch him play guitar for a little not to listen to him rant about Kevin for what felt like years. Years of your life wasting away. Didn't he know that you were here cause you were also his friend?

You roll back over on your right side watching him worry himself into a frenzy over his two friends. Because he did care about Emily, he was just always nervous opening up to new people. He just didn't want to lose them both now. You take pity on the boy.

Pulling yourself up you lean back on your hands and cross your legs infront of you. Hunter, still pacing around the room decided chewing on his nails was more productive than ranting.

The silence was worse you decided.

"You know.." You start, catching his attention he stopped moving glancing at you, "I could repaint your nails if you want?"

Hunter scoffs, brushing his hands down his jeans walking over to his snake. (Ozzy the ball python, he let you hold her a couple of times.) He started moving the papers that were next to her enclosure to the other side of the room while responding, "You? Paint my nails?"

Okay. Ouch.

"Yeah dickhead I paint nails," you responded rolling your eyes.

"I know you paint nails," he replies crossing his arms, raising an eyebrow he continues, "that's also how I know you're shit at it."

You laugh also crossing your arms, smiling up at him, you couldn't keep the amusement out of your voice when you said "I'm going to paint them hot pink," no room for argument.

"That's the least metal thing I've ever heard in my entire life!"

Maybe a little room for argument.

"Fine," you drawl standing up cracking your knuckles while walking over to your backpack, an idea hits you, he just watches as you pick out your black and white polish. Turning to him you smile holding out your hands to present the bottles. "How about skulls?"

He uncrosses his arms and just gestures to his desk, you pull up an extra chair and you both sit down next to each other.

Fuck yeah.

-

15 minutes later and you were currently trying not to panic. Hunter was right, you had no idea what you were doing. One hand and a half later, minus the frantic YouTube tutorial video, you were done with the two fingers on his right hand and sweating. He wanted skulls on his middle finger an homage to his band's old name (SkullFucker, Skull on the Middle Finger.)

And now it was time for you to do the Skull. Yay. You looked at Hunter studying him, he was strangely quiet throughout the whole ordeal minus the snickering you received when you pulled out your phone. He was pointedly looking not at you, the tips of his ears pink. It was moments like these that made you think he might like you back. You put the brush back in the bottle clearing your throat.

Might as well right?

He startled looking at you, swallowing you notice how close you got had gotten, facing each other in the chairs the desk in front of you both, your guy's legs knocking into each other. Practically holding hands.

"What?" He almost whispers, a tad bit defensive, a small bit soft.

You shift your hold on his hands, lacing your fingers together, taking a moment you gather your confidence you start.

"Hunter?" You question, the flush on his ears darkening doesn't escape your notice. "I know this is out of nowhere but-" he tenses squeezing your hand. "I like you," you finish.

It's quiet for a moment, you started to sweat a little bit, watching Hunter you could see when he finally started to digest the information. He was nervous too, you rubbed you thumb back and forth over the back of his hand waiting for a response.

"I like you too," Looking up at him you smile, as he removes his left hand from yours he smiles back at you somewhat nervously and goes to tuck his hair behind his ear.

Before he can finish though suddenly you freeze. 

"Oh my God!" Hunter busts out laughing. Your face starts to burn, groaning you rub at your eyes.

"It's not that bad!" You protest. He throws his finished left hand in your face, standing up.

"Not that bad?" He asks incredulous.

You see, after your first attempt at a Skull on his middle finger on his left hand, it went so badly you prayed a YouTube tutorial would fix it. Sadly the only thing it managed to do was-

"You painted a cock on my middle finger!" He shouts. Walking across the room gesturing. If only the ground would open up and swallow you whole. He was never going to let you live this down.

"Wait.." He starts again. You grimace rolling off the chair onto the floor staring at his ceiling begging for mercy as he starts back towards you. "Is this why you confessed?!"

"Well.." You replied, somewhat weakly squinting up at him while he stood over you.

Since Friday, when Hunter picked you up out of the rain and offered you his jacket the two of you have become inseparable. He waits for you by your locker every morning, and saves you a seat at lunch. He also not so nicely asked several people to switch seats with him in your shared classes so you would be at the same desk clump, and drives you around after school just for an excuse to hangout.

The man even went shopping with you at the fucking mall for god sakes, I'm talking held your bags, and watched you try on endless outfits without one single complaint or scoff. (Well maybe a few scoffs) and he REFUSED to let you pay for the anything, flashing his dad's credit card and winking at you.

"No seriously Hunter I can't let you do that!" you try to argue, knowing the total would be high. You try to smack his hand away from the card reader before he stops you, "Seriously don't worry about it, my dad and I are cool now, I promise he knows I have it this time." he chuckles. "BUT" he says, cocky tone in his voice as he swipes the card "you have to do me a favor" flashing you a coy smile.

You look up at him nervously, knowing he's spent several thousand dollars on you in the multiple stores you've drug him into. "You have to let me take you to Hot Topic," he starts, wrapping his arm around you as you both exit the boutique, "ANNNNNDDD, you have to let me buy you a bitchin metal outfit...... or five" He grins, kissing the top of your head. "Deal?" He asks. You nod excitedly, and he tightens his grip on you and pulls you in the direction of the store.

You've been in Hot Topic before, several times, but you've never bought more than a few accessories. Hunter leads you over to the girls section of clothing, watching your eyes widen at the large selection. "Trust me m'kay." He says before leaving you to start grabbing items off the racks. You wander around while he does this, picking up another pair of fishnets, a pink studded belt, and a pair of tall, strappy boots that looked they belonged to an astronaut.

Hunter finds you looking through the plushies before dragging you towards the fitting rooms. "Ok so don't be alarmed, there's a lot of shit in there, just go with it, find what feels right," He encourages you, unable to hide the enormous smile on his face.

Hunter is completely awe struck everytime you left the dressing room to show him something else you were trying on, totally elated with himself for picking those items out and seeing you spin around in them. After awhile you decide on "a few" things and head up to the register.

The cashier mentions the shoes and other items you put aside while Hunter was shopping for you and his eyes light up. You are once again try to insist you can pay for the now hundreds of dollars worth of clothes and accessories you'd both racked up, but the cashier informs you that Hunter had gave them his card while you were in the fitting room. You shoot him an annoyed glare and he just smiles and shrugs.

He takes you to get your favorite soft serve before draping his arm around your shoulders and leading you to the parking lot. The drive back from the mall was one of Hunters favorites to date. He was holding your hand as he drove, his favorite mixtape blaring through the speakers. He looks over and notices you bobbing your head to the music and his body is set ablaze.

Once he arrives at your house he insists on helping you carry your bags inside. He briefly met your mother, (who to his surprise seemed to like him very much, despite his rough appearance) before strong arming 99% of the bags up the stairs to your room. His plan was to tell you how he felt right then, but he got a call from Kevin and it suddenly dawned on him that he was late for band practice.

"Shit I'm so sorry, I have to go! Kevin is waiting for me" he says, wrapping his arms around you for a hug. "I guess that's ok" you tease, squeezing him tightly. He's about to leave when you stop him. "Wait, Hunter, I still have your jacket from when you gave me a ride last week" you turn towards your closet. "Trust me, it looks better on you, just hold onto it for me for now yeah?" Hunter states, leaning down to kiss your cheek before scurrying out of the room and down the stairs. You just stood there for a moment, unable to regain your composure.

Hunter was always very touchy with you, you guys held hands, cuddled, and were constantly within inches of each other, but that was the first time he'd ever kissed your cheek before. Your body was on fire over the simple gesture, and you were eager to show Hunter how you felt about him. You sent him a quick text *meet me in the quad outside of school tomorrow morning* before shuffling through your newly purchased clothes to find the perfect outfit.

You were so nervous the next morning you thought you were going to pass out. You had chosen mostly things that Hunter had picked out for you yesterday at Hot Topic. A skin tight, red velvet dress with black lace trim, fishnets with large holes, thigh high black socks, and the amazing iridescent boots you'd picked out yourself. You layered several different studded belts Hunter picked out with some softer jewelry accessories and a dark red lip to match your dress. The cherry on the cake, the detail you were hoping was the hint he needed, was Hunters vest/sweater combo that he'd lent to you.

*

Hunter was standing in the quad waiting for you like you'd asked. He had his back up against a pillar and was talking to Kevin and Emily when they heard people start whispering and pointing in the direction behind him. Usually Hunter Ignored the student mass but he noticed Kevin start to stare as well. "Holy shit" Kevin muttered, motioning Hunter to turn around. When he did, his jaw fell straight to the floor.

There you were, walking towards him in the most amazing fucking outfit Hunter had ever seen, wearing HIS jacket to top it all off. His heart was pounding out of his chest as he watched several people checking you out as you passed them. Hunter could feel his ears get hot as he noticed where some of the people's eyes were lingering as you walked, your dress being slightly too short to be considered appropriate.

You ignored all of the whispers, all of the eyes on you expect for Hunters. You were staring right at each other as you stopped in front of him, noticing he was blushing heavily at the sight of you. "Hey Hunter," you start, before wrapping your arms around him in a tight embrace. He quickly leaned into the hug, wrapping himself around you as well.