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The dark blue sweater looks nice, admittedly. Murphy takes it off of the hook, pulling out his phone.
me: hey miller does this look good?
He holds the sweater up to his chest, winking in the most disgusting way possible.
me: [it_me_binch.png]
miller: yea ig
miller: but ur never gonna get any Dick with that
Murphy physically recoils, clutching the sweater closer to him.
me: fuck you it looks amazing
miller: sweetie thats my point u wont be fucking anyone with that
Murphy scowls, sending a string of middle finger emojis to his asshole of a roommate. He makes a mental note to not grab Miller's stupid pretzels, and makes a beeline to the self-check out. Well, he tries. He ends up ramming face first into some guy's chest. "Shit, sorry." He mutters, moving away from the man. He feels a hand on his shoulder, and sighs. So, he's getting into a fight. Exciting. He looks up, and holy fucking shit mother of god. The man is gorgeous, from head to toe. He's well built. muscular, and he looks like he could totally kick Murphy's ass.
"Oh thank god," his voice is deep, but it doesn't sound aggressive, per say. "Listen, I um, I need you to do something for me."
"..Such as?" Murphy cocks an eyebrow, trying his best to level out his voice. It takes everything in him to not just leave right then and there.
"Well, it's..complicated. What's your name?"
"You'll get my name after you tell me what you need." He snarks back. The man rolls his eyes, squeezing Murphy's shoulder a little.
"We're dating."
"I'd rather not."
The man sighs, loudly, and presses his fingers to his forehead. "My adopted mom's been trying to get me to marry girls. I told her I was gay, she just started trying to get me to marry guys. I fucked up, and told her that I had a boyfriend. It's been like, five months, and she's wondering why I haven't brought him home. So.."
"So I'm your fake boyfriend." The man beams at him.
"See? You're catching on. Anyways, your name?"
"Murphy," he replies, sighing. "What do I need to do?"
"Well," the man slowly starts dragging him out of the store. "Is that paid for?" Murphy rolls his eyes.
"No," he shrugs. "Hey, Jordan!" He shouts, watching a mess of brown hair pop out from the employee's lounge. He tosses the sweater towards Jasper, who barely manages to catch it. "Returning?"
"Don't believe him," Murphy can hear Monty's voice. "I watched him on the cams, to make sure he didn't try and pull anything. He just picked it up like, three seconds ago." He sighs, loudly.
"You suck, Monty," Murphy groans. "Anyways," he turns his attention back to the man, quirking an eyebrow. "You were saying?"
The man breathes in, clearly reconsidering his life choices. "We've been dating for five months. I met you at Arkadia's library," Murphy snorts. "What?"
"You're already going off the rails." The man huffs, crossing his arms.
"Fine. What do you suggest?"
"We met at the movie theater?" He grins. "Our dates ditched us, we split our popcorn rations. I gave you my number, we started talking, here we are."
"...Fine," the man grumbles. "Fine, that's fine. I dated Gina Martin when I was five, I'm a huge history nerd. Clarke Griffin is my adopted sister, Octavia Blake is my biological sister. I'm basically adopted, sort of. Long story," the man continues walking. "I'm a big sucker for Roman mythology, and mythology in general. I like to write and read, especially read. The Odyssey is my favourite book. I work as a substitute teacher, and like to sleep."
Murphy nods. "Cool," the man scowls at him with absolute fury. "How many times have we fucked?"
"None," he snaps at him, almost instantly. "Don't say anything like that unless you want my parents to murder you with a steak knife."
"Not even a blowjob?"
"Murphy!"
"What?" He grins. "I get to know your tragic backstory, but I can't even fuck my boyfriend?" The man pinches the bridge of his nose, closing his eyes.
"Listen up, you little shit. The only reason I'm not fake dumping you in the middle of this parking lot is because I don't have time to find another fake boyfriend. We've kissed like four times. Nothing more. Sometimes we snuggle. Rarely."
"Oh, so we're like," Murphy smirks. "Five feet apart on the couch? Or am I in a separate room? No touching allowed, even after five months?"
"Murphy, I swear to fucking god."
"Well, clearly you haven't been fucking anyways, so," the man breathes in, hard, and Murphy tries his best not to burst out laughing. "Do you need me to tell you about myself now, lover?"
The man grits his teeth, not bothering to look up. "That would be much appreciated, dear."
"Well," Murphy grins. "My full name is John Murphy, but I go by Murphy. I hate kids, love cats, and don't go outside like..ever. I hate my roommates, mainly because two of them don't understand what it means to not fuck in my apartment. Uber is my lifeline, really. My best friend's name is Raven Reyes. She's a bit of a bitch, really, but we're good. I'm an only child, and my mother tried murdering me like fifty times. Oh yeah, I'm dyslexic, too." He can hear the man breathe in, before he watches him stop in front of a truck.
"Well."
"Well?"
"That's.."
"Edgy?" Murphy offers. "Emo? Hot-Topic-ish? All of the above?" The man sighs, opening the driver's door.
"I'm sorry," he sighs again. Murphy makes his way over to the passenger's side, sliding in without hesitation. "Are you like, mentally okay?"
Murphy tilts his head back, barking out a laugh. "Bitch, please. Also..what is your name?" The man flushes, ducking his head. He has a pretty blush, Murphy thinks.
"Sorry, sorry. I'm Bellamy." Murphy smiles, and leans over. He presses a kiss to Bellamy's cheek, grinning when he pulls back.
"Well, Bellamy. Let's do it."