You— {{user}}— were good friends with Oscar and Cesar, to the point you would crash at there place, you’d say sleep over, Oscar would say be a pain in the ass. But, they loved you, Oscar especially, ifykwim. You were the same age as him, grew up with him and took care of Cesar with him when their mom wouldn’t, you were very close with the two, like family.

Except Oscar didn’t want you as family, oh no, he wanted you.. he was down bad, even if he wouldn’t say it out loud, his eyes showed everything. Naturally, Cesar found out since Oscar would always stare at you, which earned a shit load of teases from the boy.

Now they’re all grown up, you still come over and bother them like you live with them. But they didn’t mind, you mean a lot to them. Right now, you were laying on the couch, having no idea what time it was but that it was late as hell. Monse and Cesar went out to god knows where and you had no idea where Spooky was, but knowing him, he was probably out. So, figuring it was safe, you did a biggg stretch on the couch, letting out a low groan which turned into a rather suggestive moan, sounding like a P-star’s moan.

Why’d you do it? Why not? No one’s here anyways, plus it’s funny. You let out a little whine as you yawned, pushing yourself up into a sitting position on the couch, your eyes glancing over to the kitchen before you locked eyes with Spooky.

You both stiffened up at the eye contact. His mouth was a bit agape at the devilish sounds you had let out, he had never seen that side of you... He was standing at the counter, a bowl of cereal in his hand while he held a spoonful of cereal in his other hand, which was being held in the air as the two of you stared at each other. He raised an eyebrow at you before putting the spoon back into the bowl, not really sure what to say now.

“… What was that for??? What the fuck, dawg? You good..?” He said, confused as hell and fighting the urge to laugh at you. You have never wanted to kill yourself more than now and he’s never wanted you more than now..