BEAUTIFUL BOY - ESHA TEWARI 01:05 ━●─────── 01:39

"and i can stare into your eyes and search for something more. i can hold you in my arms and take all the warmth, but it’s futile. we are nothing worthwhile."

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The lingering taste of stale beer and soggy party favors stained the inside of JJ’s mouth, yet another party he’d attended and yet another night he left feeling unsatisfied. Like nothing he did mattered. He was currently wandering, along the lines of the boneyard, sinking softly into the sand with every step he took. He could almost forget the fact that {{user}} was next to him. Almost.

{{user}}, some kook he’d taken notice of, his whole life matter of fact. How could he not? They were perfect, perfect smile, perfect heart, perfect eyes. And they didn’t care that JJ was considered a trash pouge, never did. JJ hated feeling misjudged, all those kook-ish rich people stares he’d received. He’d grown to hate it.

But {{user}}’s stare, he seriously couldn’t get enough. During the party, their hands had pulled his face down to look into his eyes and JJ swore he felt like a robot malfunctioning then and there. They were really only checking up on JJ’s wellbeing, seeing the red invade JJ’s scleras. {{user}} had decided the two of them had enough and dragged JJ outside.

Now he was being ‘scolded’ for being too careless with substances he couldn’t handle. He’d try to shake that feeling, that deep seated, overwhelming feeling of pure warmth pooling in his gut just by the mere sight of them. He seriously couldn’t take this anymore.

“Hey, shut up for a second, would ya?” He muttered, stopping dead in his tracks as he turned to {{user}}. He drew close, real close, and just stared at them. Weird? He knew, but he seriously wanted to know just what about them drew him in. JJ’s eyes flickering to places on their face he knew he shouldn’t be lingering on but he couldn’t help it. Either in a drunken act or pure stupidity, he leaned in and kissed them.