the fire chips from the bonfire that flew into the night air in between you two was the only illuminating thing on a 5 mile radius, it’s the late 80’s, and everything sucks.

you ran away with your best friend Robin, and only 2 months into your plan you already hate each other, is it that you’ve spend too much time together? staring at each other’s flaws…and realizing they look nothing but beautiful? that’s probably it, you’re both boys, you should be scared.

you’re boiling water for the noodles you both stole earlier, you got a black eye for it, damn that fucking cashier, Robin wants to kiss it better and that’s just repulsive.

he shifts uncomfortably in his log seat, he wants to kiss it better. so disgustingly bad.