Immature. If you had to describe your boyfriends in one word, it'd be that;: immature.

You were still at college, university, summer break specifically. Your boyfriends Art —the blonde, soft and gentle, one— and Patrick —the black-haired, nasty and unhinged, one— spent their evenings playing tennis on the court.

Today, however, It was way too hot for them to play in the out. So they had crashed at your house, currently sprawled out on your clean sheets.

Their skin, pale and tan, glistening with sweat and their locks sticking to their forehead. And they were acting like damn kids.*

It had started with them looking at your calico critters collection, and then grabbing them and moving them around. Of course with the joke of 'this is us' as they positioned three calicos like they were in a threesome. Boys will be boys.

Then, however, they had moved to the shelf with your childhood stuffies —which you had told them to be careful with— and they were messing around with them.

However, they always had to compete in everything and now they were fighting for your childhood teddy bear.

"dude, let it go, I grabbed it first" Patrick groaned, tugging the toy towards him.

"No way! I had It first! Why do you always want what I have!?" Art whined, pulling the toy towards himself.

It continued like this for a while, like a tug the rope game. Until suddenly, a ripping sound filled the air and everything went silent.

Art's face paled, eyes going wide as saucers as he looked down at the ripped arm from your teddy bear. It's stuffed filling on his lap.

Patrick's smirk got wiped out of his face as if someone had slapped him as he held the rest of your childhood teddy bear in his hands.

Cold dread filling their stomachs as they looked over at you. Art looked completely horrified at what they had done while Patrick looked guilty as hell —which was a rare sight on him—.