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He got into the bus, squeezed among people to find a place to sit. As he finally menaged to find a seat in a crowded bus he took out his phone, opening it to the 'dude, where are you' text from Buster. They were supposted to meet up in the city and go out somewhere, they were set for a specific hour but now 'cause of traffic jam he's going to be late. The bus was moving for maybe 30 seconds, then stopping for another 2 minutes. He texted him back, quickly checked his other notifications, and shoved his mobile deep into his pocket, anticipating the next stop. Seeing that he was approaching the stop he was supposted to get off on he stood up and walked up to the door. After getting out he looked around, spotting him he walked up to his friend in his 'godly' fit - affliction t-shirt (he wears those and those only) and some jnco knockoffs since working at a popcorn stand couldn't provide clothes like the og ones. He thinks he is very original for dressing in this style. Truly going in an opposite direction than everybody else you guys.

When he got out he was greeted with stroing pair of arms wrapping around him, he did the same, greeting his friend. They stayed like that for longer than they should but who cares? "So where are we going? You said you had something planned, but I still have no fucking idea. " Fang asked his friend, who looked at him. "Aw man, I completely forgot to tell ya.. I thought maybe we could go to the music store that opened up recently?" Buster suggested with a smile. "Sure!! That sounds so cool!" He replied as he walked along his friend. It wasn't a long walk, since they were in the city centre everything was pretty close together.

As they were walking, they held a conversation on different topics. A highlight you could say, would be a certain conversation about Fang being absolutely the most famous person on earth. "Dude. I posted a thirst trap on Tiktok yesterday and it went, like, totally viral. " Fang said, flexing. "Really? How many likes did you get?" His friend asked, sceptical of what he was saying. "I'll tell you, but you won't believe it bro." Buster looked over to him. "Yeah..??" "Whole SEVEN, buddy." Buster inevitably laughed "Man, why are you laughing, jealous much?" Fang asked, he shook his head. "Who were they from?" Buster asked. To that Fang quickly pulled out his phone to check. "Mm.. My mom, Shelly, Collete, rajesh_coolsexboy878demon, user98725, me, and you." He spoke very proudly. "Congrats then, I guess?" Buster taunted Fang for a bit more for liking his own videos (although apparently 'that's how you make the bank!' according to his buddy) and shortly after reached their destination.

The store looked very intriguing, filled with posters of different artists and bands. It was split into a few parts, a different one for merchandise, vinyls, cassettes, etc. "Are you more interested in CD's, cassettes, or vinyls?" Buster asked his friend.  "CD. I don't have a way to play the other ones, I got a CD player at my house tho. " They moved to the CD section of the store, discussing what they were looking for. They stood not too far from each other, each one of them searching for what they wanted. "MAAAN, NO WAY.." The blue haired one said rather loudly. "What?" "Dude, check it out, they got Late Registration by Ye here.." He said very enthusiastically. "Bro, that's great! Will you buy it??" "Mmmhhmm" Said Fang very proudly, taking the case into his hand, in a way that won’t interfere with further browsing.

They looked some more and Busters face lit up. His friend decided to come up to him to see what artist was he so enthusiastic about. "Manic Street Preachers..? The holy bible 20..." Fang read out loud. "Who are they? What kinda music do they make?" He asked the ginger. "Mm.. like alt-rock I'd say? I don't know, I can lend you the CD once it's been in my rotation long enough." Fang appreciated the idea. "Sure! That album cover looks totally badass dude. I'm sure they're great. " As quickly as he stopped he spoke again, looking down at another album. "BUSTER BUSTER BUSTER DUDE DUDE DUDE!!!" He poked his friend with his finger notoriously fast. "What?" "Man they got The Smiths!!! That's like my favourite band dude. " Buster smiled, happy since he enjoys them too. "You like them too?" "Yeah!!!!!!!!!!!" At this point Fang looked like the 2014 epic face.

They walked over to the register. The woman behind the register looked in a very interesting way, having a lot of piercings and an usual haircut. Buster decided to pay first, then it came time for the other boy. He handed the two CDs to the lady. "That'll be €20" said the cashier, to which he froze for a split second. "Yeah sure, give me a sec.." He said whilst searching around his pockets. As predicted his expression grew gradually more worried with each passing second he couldn't find his wallet. "Fuck.. I left it at home.." He said. "Bro, don't worry, I owe you anyway, I think. " Said Buster whilst handing the cashier the money, patting his friends back to reassure him. "Thank you brother, you're the best. " He said lightly hugging his friend whilst pulling the cute kitten wallpaper 2018 girly free minion face.

After they left the shop they sat on the first free bench they saw, so they could admire their new belongings. Fang felt pretty bad for letting his friend pay for him, since he knew damn well that he himself was the one that owed him money, not the other way around. "Dude, thank you so much.. I can't believe I forgot my wallet. " He thanked Buster. "I don't think there was anything in it anyway" He responded snickering, receiving a light poke with an elbow in his ribs from his friend.

"Do you have an idea on what we could do next?" Fang asked. "Mmm.. Are you hungry? I could fuck up a taco right now, if you'd be willing to eat. " He responded, dreaming of the delicious taste of that dish. "Sure buddy, I think I have a guy in the business that could get us a discount. " Fang responded confidently. "Why are you talking like this is some illegal shit bro?" He giggled at his overly proud friend. "The cartel dude.... Trust me, he acts in a way that proves that he's a hundred percent in. " He responded, pointing his thumb towards his chest, trying to show how sure he was about this. "And what exactly would he be doing serving tacos on the streets of europe?" The ginger laughed again, pissing off his friend further. "Man... man... if you don't believe me then don't... don't come running to me when you're in trouble with them.." the blue haired one replied, with an inevitable grin greeting his face towards the end of the sentence.  "Sure buddy.. sure. " Buster said getting up with his friend and starting to walk towards the restaurant.

"Fuck man... these were sooooo good" Fang said, admiring the taste of the food, walking out of the restaurant along with his friend. "Riiight.. oh my god man.." The one in the glasses replied. It turned out that Fang's buddy wasn't in fact in town, so they had to improvise with the restaurant, and have entered a random one, of which they found the name funny. Turns out they serve pretty good food too.

"What now?" Fang asked Buster again. "I have this really dumb idea, but you're dumb so you might fuck with it actually. " He responded winking to his friend. "Sure, sure... look who's talking. What is it though?" He said whilst pretending to be offended. "My 10 year old cousin visited us a few days ago, and left her facepainting crayons at our place. Wanna draw dumb shit on each other??" He asked, with the honest hope that his friend would agree, since he deemed the idea fun. "Yeah dude!! Totally. Shit'll be fun as hell. " He responded with an honest smile. "Okay, let's go to my place then." He reciprocated his friend with a smile just as honest.

They were at the same bus stop they got out from, anticipating the unbelievably late bus. "Are these like, ever on time?" Fang asked his friend, pissed thanks to the beauty of public transport.  "The fastest it came was 8 minutes after the supposed time. " The ginger responded. He noticed his friend scoot over just a little bit closer to him. After about 10 minutes it finally arrived. After very quickly running into the bus they occupied the two empty seats next to each other, the only ones that were free in the whole bus. They conversed on various topics whilst also appreciating their luck. At the next stop they noticed an old lady get in, and as a true gentleman's rules dictate, they need to give the seat away to her. "Excuse me. " Said the lady with a true but gentle smile. As Buster noticed his friend trying to get out of his seat he reached for his wrist and pulled him down. "Just scoot over bro, you're skinny as hell so it shouldn't be an issue to sit the three of us. " His friend just nodded and moved closer to his friend, who it turns out, was right. Even though that lady was obviously able to hear their conversation, they still talked and joked about stuff which if were to be said in front of a government official would get them on death row in 78 countries and counting. Also as predicted, the jokes between the two truest bros would be so sexually intonated towards each other that one could assume they just suck each others dicks for fun. After a while the grandma just voluntarily decided to stand instead of having to listen to the duos conversation.

After a 20 minute bus drive they arrived at Busters doorstep. "Hold on, imma need to check if my moms home. " They walked in, getting their shoes off. "Mom, are you?" The only thing that they got in response was silence, so they put their shoes onto the tray near the doorstep, and walked towards the stairs. "Do you want anything to drink or eat?" Asked the ginger, oozing hospitality as he was taught. "Mm.. bring me water. " He replied, smiling towards his friend, already heading towards Busters room since he knew all to well where it was. Meanwhile the aforementioned boy quickly ran downstairs and then towards the kitchen, opening the cabinet and taking out two glasses. He walked up towards the freezer and took out a water bottle, before noticing it was with gas. "Fuck.." He said pissed, knowing damn well both him and his friend absolutely loathe water with gas. "Everything alright, man?" He heard a voice from upstairs, with worry audible in it. "I might have to run to the store real quick, we only have fucking water with gas. " He responded. "Duuude... I'll go with you. "

As soon as he heard that he could also hear very quick footsteps rushing down to the ground floor. After his friend came down he just gave him a quick smile. They started to dress up again to go out and buy the water without gas they needed so much. "Bro with all due respect, may I wear the beautiful, godly, well respected slippers, which are the possesion of your mother?" Fang spoke eloquently, with a huge, michevious grin on his face. "Sure. You have fucking girl feet, dude. I actually feel bad about how small they are. " The ginger responded ridiculing his friend. "The supposed lenght went to my third leg, bro. " He responded laughing. "Whatever, I just know your shit is small as hell. " And from going to the store it turned into an arguement about whose dick is bigger, cus real bros do shit like this.

"Bro, wait. " Fang interrupted their very important dispute. "Hm?" "I forgot I packed this big ass water bottle into my backpack before heading out. We can drink from that. " He said happily, since they don't have to decide between taking a trip to the kiosk and drinking the godforsaken water with gas. "Thank you, bro.. I am way too lazy to actually go for that shit... Thank you bro..." Buster spoke dramatically, hugging his friend. They once again took off their shoes, left them at the tray, and quickly stepped towards the staircase, then Busters room. Once they found themselves in it, Fanged launched himself towards his friends bed.

"You're gonna break it, you dumb fuck. " The ginger said pretending to be offended. "Whatever, you said I'm skinny yourself. Besides if it can hold your fat ass sitting on it, then it can definitely handle me jumping on it. " He replied, jokingly. "Fuck you, dude.." Was the response he received. Buster noticed his friend putting on a very interesting smile. "Busterrrr...." His friend taunted in a cutesy voice. "Yes?" He responded whilst heading towards the bed, sitting next to his friend, who was lying on his stomach on it. "May I please, please, please test the CD I bought..... Please, bro, you got this cool ass CD player with these huge speakers, please, for the sake of your mothers life, please....." He begged (don't have to mention he's joking by now) "Yeah!! Go ahead bro." Once he got this response he quickly hugged his friend as a thank and rushed towards the before mentioned CD player. He unzipped his adidas backpack, adidas cause 'all the girls go after the three stripes', and took out the CD. "Oops. " He said quickly noticing something. "What is it, Fang?" His friend replied worried. "I might've forgotten to throw out my lunch on the Tuesday of april 11th, 2017. " He said looking deep into his greasy backpack. "You're dumb as hell. " "Whatever, you wouldn't get it.." He responded to his buddy, whilst putting his beloved CD in. "What else you got in there?" Buster asked curiously. "Mmm lets see.. my uncles visa, a ruler, a funnel, and a powerbank. " He responded sweetly.

"Can you get the crayons out? We can paint our faces now. " Fang asked Buster, getting back into his friend's bed. "Sure, hold on. " He got up and walked to his desk, looking into one of the drawers. He took it out and brought it over. "Who do you want to be?" He asked the blue haired boy. "Make me into a tiger, bro. They're so badass. " Was the response he got. "Ok bro, hold on.." They shifted into a position that was more comfortable. The ginger sat cross-legged, whilst the other one laid his head between Busters legs for easy access. He leaned over him and started painting. He started off with a black crayon, smearing over his face without thought. "Dude, I swear to god, make it presentable at least. " His friend spoke, feeling how unsteady his friends hand was, he could imagine how the thing on his face looked. "First of all, stop fucking talking, I can't do shit if you do. Second of all, don't decline my artistic soul. This is abstract art buddy. Third of all, how can it be presentable if we are playing like little kids painting shit on each others faces" He then put on random scribbles in white and brown. "Stop fucking breathing on my hand, Fang. " "Dude how can I not if I'm fucking under your face and your hand is above it. Cope you woke ass snowflake. " "Whatever.." It took a few minutes but Buster was finished, being proud of himself he brought a small mirror to his friend and showed him the finished product, very proud of himself. "What is this shit dude??" Fang said laughing so hard he had tears forming at the corners of his eyes. "My artistic vision bro.." "Truly an artist not worthy our times. "

"Whatever, it's my turn. What do you want to be?" Fang repositioned himself so he could draw comfortably. They now both sat cross legged in front of each other. "A cat, they’re sweet, bro. " Buster replied. "No, it’s cause you’re a pussy. " The blue haired boy giggled, reaching over for a crayon. "You’re the pussiest man I know. " His friend replied offended. "M-m, now shut the fuck up so I can make you into the pussy you are. " He said drawing the whiskers on, which caused him some struggle since his friend kept on moving. "Buster, stop fucking moving your head! You need to take off your fucking glasses too, or I’m not going to be able to do this properly. "He said taking his friends face with his hand (not in a romantic way, nu uh) and holding it tightly, taking his glasses off with another hand. "Don’t get why the fuck do you wear them anyway. " He wouldn’t admit to it but he really liked his friends eyes, he looked way cool without the glasses. "Cuz I’m mysterious and nonchalant. Trust me brother, all the girls will want me. "It took a few minutes and he was finished, yet got an idea. "Why the fuck are you giggling. " The ginger said confused. "Shut the fuck up bro..you’ll see. " He responded, drawing something on his cheek. He reach over for the mirror and gave it to his friend snickering. "Why the fuck did you put a penis on my face dog!!!!" Buster said reaching over for the crayon on his bed, and tried holding his friend down so he could do the same his friend did to him. They were both laughing and Fang was resisting so it came out a little crooked😔. (At the end they were penis bros tho. )

After a bit more of fighting they decided to go and wash it off. Buster walked up to the sink and let the water flow, whilst placing paper towels inside the stream to get them wet. "Here, go wash it off.." He handed the paper towel to Fang who was standing next to him. He grasped it and walked away. "Are you fucking stupid?? Do it over the sink, now the floor is fucking wet.." The ginger got pretty pissed at his friend who didn’t emit much intelligence. "Fuck dude, sorry.. hol up" He watched him reach over a random towel and wipe it. "Come here.." His friend approached him, and he started wiping his face with another towel he had wet. "You’re wiping it with such a force I feel like I’m at preschool and got shit on my face again. " Fang said, with his eyes just empty as his head and a smile on his face. "Knowing you it’s probably shit non figuratively. " His friend said taunting. "Wouldn’t be far from the truth actually. " The blue haired one replied whilst going over to where the towels were, taking one, and drying his face. The other one just laughed a little, wiping his face with the same towel soon after.

"Wanna play Minecraft??" Buster asked, taking the CD out of the record player, whilst Fang was laying on his bed, doing god knows what with the covers. "Sure dude!" He got up and walked up to his friend, they soon walked over to his PC. "Hold on, I’ll go get my moms laptop, this way we can create a server and play together at all times bro" Buster did as he said, and came back a minute later. He put the laptop next to his computer, and brought over a spare chair for Fang. "I have non-premium minecraft on that one so just name yourself the way your account is name so this shit saves. "

They played for a good hour, even built a little house, adopted a kitten, but then Fang got pissed after falling into lava for the 3rd time in the span of 10 minutes, and his dad started calling him. "Dude.. I think I need to get going.. My dad’s pretty pissed. " He said sadly. They went downstairs, Buster watched as the other one got his shoes on. "Bye Buster, thank you for the CDs!!" Fang said, hugging him, which was enjoyable for the both of them. They said their goodbyes to each other and he left.

It was nearing 11PM and Buster was thinking about going to bed and hitting the hay. Suddenly he received a discord call from Fang. He picked up confused as to what it may be. "bro hop on Fortnite bro hop on Fortnite bro hop on Fortnite bro hop on Fortnite bro hop on Fortnite bro hop on Fortnite bro ho" could be heard from the other end of the line. "SHUT THE FUCK UP!!!!!" He responded to him, which was kinda stupid considering he just yelled while his mom is asleep in the room next to his. They did turn out to play together till 3AM though, even if Buster resisted at first. Both of them had to go to school the next day and wake up at 7AM, they were going to be tired as hell, but at least they were going to be tired together.

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About 2 weeks have passed, pretty uneventful, so we skip to the present day. It was about 10 AM, and Fang was at school. He was currently in a pretty boring class, with nothing to do besides listening, he started to think of ways to entertain himself whilst the teacher talked about stuff they've already done. He started scribbling stuff at the side of his notes, although it wasn't the best, it was still more fun than whatever was going on science-wise. He thought of stuff he can draw, going for a car, some weird-ass 3D cubes and triangles. Wanting to try drawing people aswell, he thought about people to do so with, he decided to draw a few of his friends, but got an idea whilst doing it. He decided to make a silly gift for Buster, he wanted to give him a little drawing of him, so he got to work, he even ripped out a sheet out of his notebook to do so (!), he wasn't that good of an artist but he really hoped that his friend preferred thought over quality. A few-teen minutes into it he got interrupted by the bell, so he got out of the class, and headed for the next one, which he had with the aforementioned boy. He sat near the door, putting his backpack down on the ground, and taking the sheet of paper to finish the drawing, so he could give it to his friend.

The bell rang once again, so they all got into class, Fang sitting down next to Buster. This sitting assessment was not really appreciated by the teachers since they were prone to disrupting class a lot. They quickly took out their things. "Bro I drew you in science class. Do you like it??" He whispered sliding the paper over to the boy sitting next to him. Buster smiled putting the paper into his notebook so it wouldn't get creased or anything. "Yeah bro!! Very very cool, I wish I could draw that well. " He knew that his drawing wasn't the very best, but he was glad that his friend appreciated it either way. Those words were soon followed by a question. "Wanna have a sleepover tonight?? My mom had to go on some weirdass business trip, and since she isn't home we can stay up. " Fang got really excited at the thought, since they haven't had one in a long time, and he also liked to spend time with his friend. "Yes!! I'll just need to text my dad and ask for permission.." He said pulling his phone out of his backpack and slickly placing it on his table in a way that the teacher won't be able to see. A smile soon appeared on his face once again. "He says I can! At what time should I come tho—" He got cut off by another voice. The teacher started scolding them for interrupting her class, which they couldn't care about less. After a few minutes of staying silent just in case Buster answered. "Man I don't know, about 6PM would be great? Bring some shit to eat because my fridge shines with emptiness. "  Fang nodded. "Sure man!!" They spent rest of the class trying to focus, although their efforts were for nothing since they couldn't go on for even a few minutes without laughing at something extremely stupid.

Since they didn't have any classes together that day after this one, they sat and waited until their last period ends, yet the time seemed to stretch miserably, only 'cause they have got plans later.

Fang got home and started to pack, he came over to his kitchen and opened up the shelf with trashy food, he picked out a few bags of chips as well as popcorn. He went for a change of clothes, shoving his pajamas into the bag he had prepared. Once he was ready he said bye to his father, and unlocked the door. As soon as he walked out he found himself embraced by the cold air that was on the outside, giving him a little portion of goosebumps. He walked up to the bus stop, and waited (im)patiently for the one whose destination was the closest to Busters house, spending the time waiting using his phone. After a good few minutes he saw it in the distance, so he got up and walked as near to the road as possible. Walking in he got greeted with a luckily pretty empty bus, so he took his favorite spot and got his earphones into his ears, and put on some music. He anticipated the stop, as soon as he saw it he shoot up out of his spot and walked up to the door of the bus. From that place he jogged up to his destination happily.

He rang the doorbell, after a few seconds he got greeted with a hug from Buster. "Hi dude! Come on in!!!!" He did as he was told, taking off his shoes, after that he hugged his friend quickly once again. "Do you have anything planned?" He asked excitedly. "Yeah! We could continue on our Minecraft world, my mom got me a screen projector recently so we can watch a movie too, and I have some board games. I'll also have to cook you dinner because my mom said I need to start taking care of myself and shit, I even went and got the groceries, bro. " He nodded and put his bag next to the shoe tray, he would pick it up later. "Don't we have homework though?? I think we should do that first to get that shit off our chests. " He remembered, not wanting to get a bad grade for not doing it. "Fuck man, I forgot, yeah.. Did you bring your notebook with you?" The ginger asked. "Mhm! Let's just go and do it now, man.."

Fang took out his notebook and zipped the bag closed again, sitting in the dining room, waiting for Buster to come back from upstairs with his. You could say they pretty much rushed, since they didn’t care much about the subject, and whatever they were to do later was far more important. They quickly looked up the answers on their phones, typed in some stuff into Chat GPT and just changed it up a little, using slightly different terminology so their teachers wouldn’t notice it’s the same thing. Fang finished his first, then gave it to Buster so he could copy it altering it slightly. The whole time his friend was writing he was browsing Instagram Reels, the ginger having to endure being shown a cute puppy every 30 seconds or so, he also commented on what he was showing, it was mostly stuff like 'Dude look, this one is so cute!!';'Bro, bro I need this one.'; 'I will get this breed once I move out. We should get a place together so the rent is cheaper or shit. ';'this one looks like you!';'Look they’re copulating'. In 20 minutes time they were finished, even though the work wasn’t anything good they definitely felt good with themselves.

"Wanna make dinner now?" Buster asked, already heading to the kitchen since he was already hungry and would make it even if his friend didn’t want to eat yet. "Yeah, sure, what are we making?" He followed soon after, stopping to go over for his water bottle and taking a sip. "Mm, I can really only do pancakes, I’m not made for cooking bro, I think it might be possible you’ll get food poisoning from the shit I’ll make. " Buster admitted, overexaggerating the message he was trying to convey. "Dude, I’m no better. I’ll try to help tho, maybe look up a recipe or something so it’s less likely we fuck it up." Fang said pulling his phone out himself, and quickly typing in the address of a site ran by some auntie who spends all her time cooking. "Mm.. okay, so you need flour.." He stopped waiting for an answer. "Yeah.." "Baking powder.." "Mhm.." "Sugar, salt blah blah blah you just go with your logic or shit, man. " He has gotten a little impatient. "Can you just read the whole list so we at least don’t fuck this up.." Buster was pretty annoyed but he understood the reluctance his friend had to cooking. "Sure. Milk, butter and an egg. Or two, I don’t know, this bitch is dumb as hell and didn’t include the quantity. " He responded. "It seems like we have all of it though, go change into some home clothes so you won’t get your shit dirty. " "Mm.." Fang responded murmuring and went upstairs, lending his friends shirt since he didn’t want his pajamas to get dirty from the mixture they were about to make.

After taking out all of the stuff they needed Fang started reading the instructions once again. "Ok.. So it says to put the flour, baking powder, milk, butter and the egg into one bowl or shit. " He said moving the bowl closer to him. "Did they at least include the measurements?? How am I supposed to know the proportions, bro?" Buster knew his friend skipped over half of the article but whatever, as long as they had something to eat. "Scroll up dude. " "Oh yeah they did, I’m dumb, I didn’t notice. Ok.. So you needa take, like, one and a half glasses of flour, and shit, bro how the hell are we supposed to know what kinda glasses they have?? Like 3 teaspoons of baking powder and.." He wanted to list of the rest but he got interrupted. "Bro wait, if you read it all at once then we won’t remember shit, how many cups again??" Buster asked, taking out a glass out of the shelves. "1 and a half.." Was the response he received. He poured in the flour very messily, spilling it around the glass, then poured it into the bowl, soon repeating the process to get all of the product in. "Can you get the baking powder in??" He asked his friend. "Sure!!" Fang replied, walking over to the container with the cutlery, picking out the spoon that looked the most clean, measured how much baking powder he took and got it in. He took a quick glance at the list and read off of it, looking at the next ingredients and also putting them into the bowl.

They were almost finished with getting the ingredients in, and it was only adding the egg that was left. "Can you do it without getting the bits of the shell into the thing??" Buster asked the other one. "Fuck dude, I can try.." He reached for the egg and tried cracking the egg lightly on the edge of the bowl, getting frustrated as to why didn’t it already crack open he tried repositioning it in his hand to get 'a better angle', but it slipped out of his hand instead. "FUCK BRO!!!!" He went for the paper towel to try and clean up the mess he’s made, ending up smearing the egg between the tiles on the floor. "Fang, scoot your ass over, let me clean this shit up!!" His friend said, trying to clean up the other ones mess. Noticing that he was feeling pretty guilty about this he decided to comfort him a little. "Don’t wory dude, I can try if you want.." He said patting his back lightly, getting another egg.

They now had to mix it, which wouldn’t be a challenge but they didn’t really know how to do it without it spilling everywhere. "Mmm.. maybe try doing it like.. I don’t know, maybe put it already into the mass and then turn it on?? I don’t know bro." Fang commented whilst his friend tried to not make a mess. "Ok man, but get paper towels or shit. " He turned the thing on and started spinning it around the bowl, only a bit of it made it’s way outside it, which they considered a success. "Can you start heating the pan?? I don’t want to wait. " Buster turned off the mixer for a second so he could make a request for his friend. "Sure, where’s the oil??" He asked, squatting down to get the pan out. "It’s next to the fruit bowl, don’t you see it??” "Ah, sorry.." He said as he spotted the object, grabbing it and putting some of it on the pan.

It took a bit longer than expected but they did finally menage to make them, and what’s best they were pretty edible. They sat down in the dining room once again, Fang reaching for the remote and turning the TV on, while Buster went to get jam and other stuff to coat the pancakes with. "Do you want nutella or.." Buster asked, walking back to his seat. "Shh, shh.. Judge Judy is on.. I don’t want to miss whatever she has to say. " They sat next to each other in silence, very intrigued with the action portrayed in the TV. Once it was time for a commercial break they grabbed their plates and put them in the dishwasher, then they came back to finish watching. "Fuck dude, we forgot to wipe off the pancake mixture thing off the walls.."

After the episode was over Fang went to change into his pajamas. "Want to play Minecraft now??" Buster asked turning on his computer. "Yeah, yeah, sure!" He responded and went to get the laptop he previously played on. He placed it on his friends desk, turned it on and joined the server. This time they decided not to risk it with going to the nether again so they focused on building instead (it was supposed to be a mountain base but somehow ended up having a lot of dick-shaped patterns on the walls instead, it was an artistic choice, adds a lot of climate, you can take my word for it) They also made a little farm and shit, yet Buster insisted on making it automated because he has watched many many redstone videos, blah blah blah. After about 3 hours they decided to do something else, growing pretty bored of the game. "Wanna play something else now?" Fang asked, carrying to laptop back to where he got it from. "Dude it’s like 11PM, if we want to watch a movie today and not be tired as fuck tomorrow at school then we shouldn’t really do anything else. " Buster said, leaning his head back sitting on his chair, brining his thumb and pointer finger to his temples and grabbing them from exhaustion. "Dude dude dude wait, I got something really really fun, we can stay up!!!" He said happily and ran down his stairs for his bag, bringing it back into the other ones room with him.

He took out a little case with different cutesy charms. "Bracelets?? Man, that’s so gay.." Buster said, looking confused as to what was placed in his hands. "Nooo dude, look, I have very manly charms with me. " Fang said shaking his head, pointing to the box, trying to prove his point. "They are really cute too. You don’t realize how fun it may be." He added. "Mmm.. okay." The ginger responded. He opened the box, while the other one reached into the bag to take out the plastic string they were going to put the charms on. "Bro, let’s make ones for each other!!!" Fang yelled out his idea. "Truly a stamp of a 2016 tumblr users friendship with her BFF.." He sighed, but thought for a second and came to the conclusion that it might be just a little fun. Fang handed him the string and he got to work. Buster decided to bead little strawberry charms, some white and blue ones. He didn’t really have a sense of what was aesthetically pleasing so he just tried to make it look somewhat alright. He noticed a grin on his friends face, as he looked to which charms he put in front of him, he snickered a little. (they were these little letter ones, spelling out GAY🔥🔥) "Fuck you dude, don’t put that on mine. I want to wear it to school. " Buster exclaimed, warning his friend, slightly giggling. He received a quick hug in response. "Are you reallyyyy going to wear it to school???? That’s so nice!!! Thank you!!!" Fang said VERY zestily but that’s just the kind of guy he is. After a few minutes they were both finished, so they exchanged the bracelets. Buster looked at the one the other boy made him, it had some orange and green beads, along with a little star charm. "Man, it looks so gay.. I am sacrificing myself and risking getting ridiculed to wear this to school.." Buster said with irony in his voice. "No, no bro, trust me, I told you, very masculine, very popular amongst men right now. " Fang replied. "Amongst which men?? The ones on grindr??" "Just shut the fuck up, admit I made you a really nice one. By the way yours is really nice too.." He said, hugging his friend once again (VERY touch starved, poor guy) "It’s nice I suppose.. let’s go watch the movies now so we won’t be zombies tomorrow bro." "Dude hold on, take an 0.5x picture of me!!" Fang said shoving his phone into the other ones hands. Buster took the picture, handed the phone to its owner. "Now me, do me now!!" He said, Fang doing as he was told. They posted the pictures on their insta profiles giggling (they took about 37 of them)(got 0 likes)

After that they cleaned up, and had gotten pretty much ready for bed. Buster has taken the blanket off, and invited his friend to sit on his bed, while he put on the movie. "What do ya wanna watch??" He asked. "Dude I don’t know, it’s your fucking projector.. Hold on.." Fang got up and walked up behind his friend, so he could see what titles appeared on the screen, which maybe would help him choose. "Bro.. Put this one on. I heard it’s nice. " He said, pointing to a title at the websites explore page. "Sure dude, I haven’t seen this one either. " Fang got back into the bed, and Buster followed soon after. A bit into the movie the ginger noticed his friend scoot over closer to him, in a way that it made their bodies touch slightly. He hesitated for a second but realized that this type of closure was always comfortable and popular amongst them, yet during these past few months it started to feel a little different. He decided to put his arm under his friends neck, so the other one would be more comfortable. The other one didn’t move away from the touch, instead stayed in this position. He didn’t really know how to feel, it was extremely comfortable on the soul, but also a little guilt came with it too. Whatever though, girls do this shit with each other all the time. After a few minutes which felt really, really nice, Fang moved around, finally resting his head on the others chest, which Buster happily accepted, wrapping his arm slightly around his body. They stayed like that for the rest of the movie, nobody spoke a word, not trying to risk it being over.

It was around 1AM when they saw the credits start to roll in, so Buster got up to turn the thing off so they could go to sleep. After it was totally dark in the room the ginger got back into his bee, yet got a little confused as to what he should do. They had slept in the same bed many times during sleepovers, yet this time it was, once again, different, because of what had been these past moments. He just decided to not really do anything and instead roll with whatever his friend would do. As he laid there he started to ponder about what was causing him to feel this way, feel different about what once was normal. There was a certain thought in the back of his mind which he tried to push away, deciding to maybe think about it later, or whatever. Meanwhile he got to sleep hugging Fang YAAYY🎉🎉

The alarm rang, waking up both of the boys. They got up reluctantly, being pretty tired, since they didn’t get much sleep. Fang walked over to his bag to get his clothes out and went to the bathroom to change, meanwhile Buster locked his room to do the same. He put on a random ass outfit, whatever he pulled out of the dresser first. He went downstairs quickly, taking out the bread and slicing it, along with the ham. He made breakfast for the both of them, and got some other stuff to eat as lunch at school. He poured the water into the kettle, now waiting for the water to boil, meanwhile taking out the cups he was going to drink the tea in, putting some chai seeds into it and shit, getting the water in once it boiled. Once he heard the other guy walking out of the bathroom he went there himself to quickly brush his teeth and get ready. After that he went downstairs again, and ate along Fang, checking the time from time to time, so they wouldn’t be late for the bus. After they have finished eating they got their shoes on and went to the bus stop, talking to make the waiting less boring. When it arrived they took the spot with two spots empty next to each other, continuing the conversation they held.

It so just happened that through the series of the magical and beautiful events they menaged to have another 5 sleepovers in a row after this one.

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The cold breeze the fully developed autumn season brought was letting Fang know about itself, causing him to shiver a little. It was already nearing the end of October, making it so that the mornings were extremely gloomy, cold, and usually with rain. He reluctantly made his way to the bus stop, leaving the house very late on purpose, so he wouldn't have to stand the immensely hated glacial weather while waiting. He disliked low temperatures so much, he would be much more glad to get a cold, preferring it over having to stand mornings like these. Once he checked the time, to no surprise, it was past the time at which the bus was supposed to arrive. He hoped that since the weather isn’t the best maybe it hasn’t arrived yet and it’s just late, he decided to ask a random person standing next to him, whether it had already driven by. A little pout was painted on his face once he heard that indeed it has, realizing that he'll be late to his first class. It wouldn't have been an issue, if not for the fact that he already happened to be so late many times, even if school started about 2 months ago, which may impact his grades, even if he didn’t care that much about school, he still knew that his grades must look at least somewhat presentable, not even for his parents to see, but for his own self. He quickly went up to the table with the bus schedule, to figure out with which one and at what time he can get into another bus to get to school. It seemed that he was unlucky enough to be in a time frame which was a gap between different autobus' schedules, meaning that he might not be able to attend the first lesson. While waiting for the bus he was anticipating, he decided to text Buster, who, if he got to school on time, would be starting his classes very soon.

Lucky for Fang, his friend wasn't the type of person to be very attentive at lessons, drifting his attention to other things instead, sometimes his phone. He has been texting him for the past few minutes, sending each other stupid shit, making the time pass faster for the both of them. In the middle of the conversation he saw his friend go offline without any goodbyes, which probably meant that the teacher caught him, or something similar. He looked at the time again, hoping, that the bus would come quicker, also waiting for the ginger to answer his texts. Meanwhile he decided to go browse social media, letting his brain rot for a little. He checked up on his sigma motivation page that he made, posting beautiful minecraft quotes, for every fella who needs it out there (it's LIT🔥🔥). It seems that it's growing, getting another 20 followers from the reel he posted. The notification sound could be heard, reading the text you could in fact conclude that the teacher did catch him. He complained to Buster about the bus not being late for the first time ever, and it seemed like the next one was trying to do the others job, being horribly late. Luckily he spotted the vivid color of it in the background, so he shut his phone off shoving it into his pocket, and getting into it.

Fang got to school indeed very late, missing the whole 1st period, but made it in time for the break between the two classes, so he went to hang his coat in his locker. It was lightly decorated with a few pictures of him and his friends, as well as random cat stickers he found laying around from 4th grade. He tried looking for his friend, so that he could greet him, having the other ones schedule memorized (so they could meet up between lessons) he went over to the classroom the lesson was supposed to be, already seeing him in the distance as he was approaching. Once he got to him he gave him a quick hug as a greeting and they talked until the bell could be heard ringing. Fang ran over to the classroom his classes were supposed to be in, somehow managing to get there before the teacher did. Once she arrived, she opened the classroom for the students, he went for a desk more at the end of the class, so he could play whatever games he had installed on his phone. It went by pretty uneventfully, feeling a bit of pity for the teacher and himself Fang tried taking some notes instead of just pretending to. He was happy to remember that the next class was with the homeroom teacher, which meant he would get the occasion to sit with Buster. Once he knew the period was getting near its end he packed his things into his backpack and just waited for the ringing to be heard, storming out of the classroom once he did.

He made his way through the halls, making his path by his locker to get a few books out of it, then headed for the next room. Upon his way he stumbled into his other friend, Maisie, he chatted with her for a little, since he didn’t get much occasions to because of the fact she was in a year higher than him, trying to hear some gossip, but sadly it turns out that he is more invested in other people's private and social life than she is. After that he went his way, sitting down next to the door, looking out to see whether Buster is here yet, wanting to talk to him again. About a minute later he did in fact spot him, he was talking with another person so he didn't want to interrupt, coming up to him only after the other person walked away. After the bell rang they sat in the furthest seat, discussing some dumbass stuff, suddenly overhearing a topic that might actually be interesting to them. "Shh, shh.. Wait, she's talking 'bout some trip. " Fang said, shushing his friend who was trying to explain to him that apples should be called red. "We would be going to a resort near a lake, it'll be more of a camping trip, I'm not sure about the exact price, but it should be around 200€, if you would be interested in going, please sign your name on this list, it’s just so I know approximately how many students will go.." The teacher rambled on, passing a paper to the student that was near her. "Bro, would you wanna go?? I think it would be fun." Buster said enthusiastically. "Hell yes bro... totally, I'm in. " They waited for the list to be passed to them, Fang grabbed the paper that a classmate passed him, signing his name on it, passing it over to his friend. "Dude, can you lend me a pen??" He asked, so he passed him the one he had in hand. "Thanks." He observed as his friend wrote his surname, his head leaning really low as if he couldn't see well. "You can keep it, my granny brought me some cool ass ones from her job or shit recently, I don't need this many of them anymore and it seems like you never bring one. " He said, taking the file and passing it to the people sitting on his right. "Thanks!" He heard as a response, smiling a little. He let his gaze linger on his friend a little, examining different parts of his appearance. Looking at him was always so calming, he felt nice and fuzzy knowing, that he has a person he can rely on. "So what do you wanna do at the trip, dude?? Did you hear her say when is it??" He asked, ripping himself out of his thoughts. "Nah dude, I lowkey don't get why would we go near a lake when it's nearing winter. " He heard the other one respond, drawing little endless circles on a piece of paper that has been previously ripped out. "Man, whatever, I'll just text somebody from our class, they might know, I think. " He responded, digging in his backpack in search for something.

"Hey, are you free after school?? I was supposed to go visit my aunt or shit but my cousin is sick so we canceled, and now I don't really have anything to do. " Buster asked, leaning closer to his friend so that he could hear whilst the teacher kept on talking. "Sure man!! Where do you wanna go?" He responded, looking out the window, thinking of something himself. "Mmm, if you want, we could go to the movies. I heard there's an action film they're playing, thought you might like that. " Fang turned around to face his friend, giving him a smile and a nod. "Mhm!! Great dude, what time??" He asked. "I was thinking we just go to the mall after school and then when we get bored we go see it." "Okay!!" He gave him a little thumbs up, still smiling. He noticed a silhouette in front of the desk they were sitting in, quickly meeting his teachers glance. "Please don't disturb my class, you can talk later. " She walked away, writing something on the chalkboard. They were lucky she was a pretty nice person, following this fact, the consequences would come only if they continued. Buster leaned down to pull a notebook out of his backpack, then flipping the pages to the last one, on which he wrote Fang a little message. 'Write here, she won't get pissed ' the very scribbly text, written in a really, really ugly and incomprehensible handwriting was soon accompanied by a beautiful drawing of a penis on its left, which was what the blue haired boy had to respond to what he just read. The ginger has written a little 'fuck you' next to it, then trying to cover it up by drawing a bunch of lines on top of it, just in case if the teacher wanted to see the paper, if she spotted them drawing. The other boy didn't seem to care, responding with a 'gladly !'. "Dude wait, look at this epic ass thing I'm gonna do." He heard Buster whisper into his ear. He wrote a big E, an M a little higher over that, a smaller e on the very right, and two small w's on the bottom, then connecting it in a line which made a little pig drawing out of it. The ginger looked very proud of his artistic skills. "Holy shit!!" Fang said a little too loudly, resulting in the audible and quickened steps towards the table he sat in once again. "Can you please change your seat, and sit in front of my desk for the rest of the lesson so you won't disturb me?" The teacher said, now a little more angry having to listen to such vulgar language in her class. "Mhm.. Sorry miss." Fang grumbled, grabbing his things and heading for the mentioned seat. Lucky for them it was only a few minutes before this period was over, so they didn't have to spend much time separated.

Fang joined Buster in his way to the classroom he had another class in, saying offensive stuff about the teacher since she had the balls to sit them apart. "Mh, bro, what time do you end your last period?" Buster asked, opening his lunchbox. "Ah, I think it would be about 2PM?" He responded. "Okay, good, so you wanna meet near the exit at that time so we can go together??" "Mhm, sure!" He got up, hearing the bell interrupt him. He waved bye to his friend, running to wherever he had to be.

He was looking at the people passing next to him to spot Buster, so that they could go catch the bus to the mall. A smile he couldn't really control crept on his fcce once he saw the distinguishable ginger hair in the distance. Once he came up to him he gave him a half hug as a greeting (even though they had seen each other earlier), and they headed out to the bus stop. It wasn't a long walk, but it definitely had taken a few minutes. "Dude, I'm so fucking cold. " Fang said, trying to sparkle up a conversation since they have walked in a, even though a comfortable one, silence. "How?? It's like 0 celcious at it's worst, and you're dressed like an eskimo bro. " Buster directed his gaze at him, observing the way he had multiple layers of coats on. "Well I don't fucking know. You've got some fat to keep you warm or shit, and my mom says that I am like a stick and the wind is gonna blow me away. " He received an elbow to his ribs. "It's called big boned, dumbass!!" The ginger replied offended, although laughing. He could spot their destination far away, so they hurried up their pace, not wanting to be late for the bus. They got lucky enough to sit on the bench to wait instead of standing, still discussing the trip they had heard of today. Since the roads were wet from the rain there was a slight traffic, resulting in a layoff in the schedules. "Bro, hold on, you need to check this shit out, I stumbled upon this during history, wait wait!!" Buster interrupted raising his index finger, suddenly remembering something. He pulled his phone out and showed his friend an AI video of a cat pretending to ride a motorbike with a kid laughing song in the background on Youtube Shorts🔥🔥🔥🗣️🗣️🗣️ "You need to lay off this youtube shorts shit, bruh" Was the only thing Fang had to say. "Whatever, you wouldn't get it. I will start posting these too, surpassing your sigma motivation page, you just wait.."

When the bus finally arrived they got in, it was extremely crowded, so they were squished among strangers, so they cut off their conversation for now. Fang could feel his friend moving just slightly closer to him, making their arms touch each other. He never protested, he liked being touchy with Buster, it brought him comfort that physical contact with others didn't. His thoughts were interrupted by a hand holding out one of the earphones he spotted in his peripheral vision, he turned his head and took it, listening to music with his friend. As more people got in he could feel the ginger put his hand on his body, and very lightly pulling him a bit more into the bus. He probably should've thought nothing of the touch, but at this point these were too intimate for it to be just oure friendliness. Of course Buster took his hand away quickly, it didn't linger or anything, but it definitely did in the blue haired one's mind. He knew that they still had about 10 minutes until they reach the mall, so he just quietly appreciated the fact that there were so many people, which he wouldn't usually enjoy, but this of course was an opportunity to get some closeness with the other one. For now he just enjoyed the music playing in one of his ears, and his friends breath on his neck. (coulda been an old guy tho, you never know, cheers🙏)

They got out, it wasn't long until they had entered the doors. "Wanna go somewhere before the movie starts?? I heard the ones at 4PM have couch seats so we could take these instead. " Buster said, taking off his hat and coat, putting them in his backpack. "Sure!! Bro, let's go to those dumbass claw machines. " Fang replied, heading in the direction in which these were located. "You got any coins?? I'm gonna give them back to you later. " He said, looking at which plushie he wanted to pull out in the meantime. "Mmm, sure. Here you go" The ginger handed him some change he had taken out of his pocket, which he put into the coin slot. He failed like 4 times and started to get frustrated. "FUCK!! This shit is rigged I swear!!" He said, looking unpleased. "Hold on, let me try, you're just dumb man." He pushed his friend over lightly. "Which one do ya want??" "The green mushroom one, dude.." Buster squinted his eyes, trying to get the plushie his friend wanted. He got lucky and managed to pull it out during his second try. "Here you go bro!!" Je said, handing him the prize. "Thanks man!" He hugged him quickly as a thank you. "How much do we have till the film??" Fang started speaking again. "Mmm, about an hour. Actually let's go get the tickets now, so we won't have to later. "

They went up the escalator and spotted the cinema, then went up to the cashier. "Hello, what may I get for you??" The girl behind the register asked. "Mm, two tickets for the screening at 4PM. " Buster replied to the lady. "Okay, just click the seats you want!" She spun some type of tablet around, showing them what seats were left. "Dude you want this one??" The ginger asked. "Mmm, no man, get the ones in the middle so we have the best view bro. " "Sure!" Was the reply he recived, which was followed by some clicking. "Okay, that'll be 20€. " The woman stated. "Buster, I owe you for the CD thing, I have my debit card with me, my treat. " Fang said, pulling the mentioned card out, and paying. They got their tickets and walked away. "Man, she was kinda cute. " Fang commented on the cashiers appearance. "Really?? She seems, like, average I guess. " The other one replied, walking along his friend. "She is so beautiful bro, like aphrodite, if you don't notice the beauty you're prolly gay or shit. " The blue haired one said, elbowing him. "Ion know dude, girls ain't all that. " Buster spoke faster than thinking. "Are you for real?? I don't have a problem with it, just want to know, you know. " "Nah dude, just forget it, I got confused or shit. " He tried brushing it off. "Whatever, you know, maybe she wasn't all that.." Fang commented, rethinking his previous thoughts.

"Wanna go to the bookstore to pass the time??" Buster asked, walking along his friend. "Sure dude! Do you know where is it tho?" Fang replied, looking around. "It's on ground 1, I think? Let's just go look. " He replied, starting to walk towards the escalators. They arrived at the store and looked at what was on the shelves. "This shit is not real bro. What is the market for this??" Fang said, taking out one of the books he found which was very peculiar. "White tiktok girls. " He replied, looking at books about fishing since he was the sigmast male there is, so like a true man he obviously was into fishing. "Dude, what typa book do you want, let me know so I'll have something to buy you on your birthday!!" The blue haired boy asked, standing behind the other one. "Mm I'm just taking a glance at the fishing ones. Buy me THE SIGMA MALE BIBLE: An ultimate guide to the lone wolf - How to be a sigma. " He responded, putting the book he had just taken into his hand back on the shelf. "Sure dude, but you will need to teach me what you learn from it so we can be a lady magnet bro. " "Sure, sure. "

When there was about 15 minutes left until the movie started they headed to the cinema once again, shopping for shit to snack at whilst watching. "Man, I'm a little short on money, can we share the food and drinks to buy less??" Fang asked, looking at the crumbled up 5€ bill in his hello kitty wallet. "Ya, sure. " He heard his friend reply, so he nodded. "Can we get, uh, the thing with the, mm, the offer with the XL popcorn and a drink for 5€??" He asked the cashier, who was busy browsing something on her phone. "Yeah, sure let me get that for you. " He glanced at Buster while the cashier walked away. "I'm obliged to ask, are you over the age of 16? We are hiring, so you know, apply on the site or something, if you want. " She said, picking out the popcorn. "Mm, okay.." He handed her the bill while she brought over the beverage, exchanging. "Take the popcorn dude, I'm gonna spill it." Fang said, handing it to his friend quickly as to not block the other people in line. "Fuck you, dude. " He said picking it up from the other one's hands. They walked over to the gates standing before the screening rooms. "Mm, everything checks out, go. " Said the ticket man, examining and chipping off the ticket (whatever the fuck those people do🔥🔥), handing it back to them. "Thanks! Uhh, it's room C it's in I believe, let's go. " Fang said, now carrying only the drink. "What seat number do we have?? Do you know??" He spoke again, directing his gaze to his friend. "Fuck man, uhh, I believe it's like H5 or shit. This cinema is weird as hell for taking them from us bro. " Buster replied shrugging. Meanwhile, the blue haired boy was taking a look around, once he spotted it he started looking at the poster of the movie. "YOOO LOLA PLAYS IN IT I LOVE YOU MY QUEEN!!!!" He screamed, spotting his favorite actress (he has a stan twitter account dedicated just to her, even took a pic to let all his mooties know what was going on🗣️🗣️) They went into the room the movie was about to play in, taking their seats.

"Dude you were right, the couch seats are so much better than those normal seats.." Fang whispered into his friend's ear as to not disturb the other watchers (learn from him, please🙏) "Mm, shush dude. " Buster replied nodding, saying this 'cause he knew his friend was really prone to snowballing conversations once you replied to him even when he shouldn't. He took a sip out of their shared sprite, then reaching his hand into the box containing popcorn taking a lot of it. "Hey, fuck you, I will have nothing left!!" He yelled rather loudly, since he most likely had no sense of what's deemed appropriate or not. The ginger took a look to his left, checking whether they got any annoyed glances, but it seems like the couple next to them was minding their own business making out. Another few-teenish minutes into the movie he could hear his friend's voice again. "Dude, would you mind if I laid on your legs?? My back hurts from sitting and I wanna lay down bro. " He spoke, taking a sip of the drink. "Mm.. Yeah sure, just don't get popcorn or oil on my pants. " He replied hesitantly. "Mhmmm.." The other one replied, shifting into his desired position. Buster decided that since the other one was already sticking to him like crazy he'll put his hand on his head, just to see what would happen. He really wasn't sure what he was doing, his own actions seeming odd and natural at once. He decided to try and focus on the film to take his mind off it.

Once he saw the credits roll in he could feel the additional weight get off of him, picking up the now empty sprite bottle. "So what did you think??" The ginger asked his friend, walking down the stairs next to the chairs. "I don't know dude, I feel asleep after Lola's character had gone away, I slept like a baby, bro. " He responded, squishing the box and throwing it into the bin. "It's good that you paid, at least it's not my money wasted. " He said, elbowing Fang. "Yeah, yeah dude, whatever. What time is it??" The blue haired one responded, to that he checked his watch. "About 6:30PM.." "I don't know how the fuck do you read this dude, I tried learning in second grade, but I failed miserably, I'll never try again, it's for the kissass smartasses." Fang replied, looking at his friend’s watch, shrugging. "So you think I'm a kissass smartass?? Hell no dude!!" He answered, a little offended his friend thought of him so low, he did not want to be affiliated with people like these. "Take it as a compliment, buddy, you're smarter than me.." "Whatever, wanna go to the music store, look at instruments and shit??" "You know it!!"

They went down the escalators in search of the music store, entering it once spotted. "Dude wait, take one of the guitars, I'll take a bass, it'll be cool as hell, we can play together, wait. " Fang rambled, looking around the shop, meanwhile Buster walked up to an employee. "Excuse me, uhh, could you recommend me a guitar??" He asked, having the slightest clue about guitars. "Yes, sure, follow me!" The cassier walked over to the guitar section of the store. The ginger observed the man's long, red hair as he walked. "What kinda music are you into??" "Mm.. rock, I guess??" The cashier nodded, looking for the model he thought would suit him. "Whacha doing, draco?" Another man, which based on the clothes he was wearing you could assume was another employee, asked. "Just looking for a guitar for this fella, go away, you have other clients to take care of. " The red haired man replied. "Ohhh, a guitar I hear? Follow me, I'll show you what you really need.." Buster followed the other seller, as he's been asked to. "No, stop with your acoustics poco, they're lame as hell and you know it!!" The long haired one said, following the two. "No, no, no, those electric guitars are dumb as hell, ugly sound and you need to carry a box around to even make them hearable. " Poco stopped and protested against whatever his co-worker had to say. "Acoustics are boring, electrics are kickass, here, try this Les Paul.." He said, handing Buster a guitar, while he shot a glance to Fang, very confused finding himself in the middle of this, the other one just shrugged as a response, so he signaled a 'come over here' sign with his hands, so Fang did.

The beef had seemed to yet end, so Buster decided to step between. "Uhm, I think I'd like to try the Les Paul please, could you give me and my friend amps so we can test them?" He said to the workers. "Mhm, sure, let me get that for you!" Draco said excitedly, while Poco just looked annoyed. They finally got to play. "What do ya wanna play?" The ginger asked his friend. "Mm, your pick, send me the tabs when you find it. " Buster took the phone out of his pocket, entered google and looked them up. Both of them were very inexperienced, but it was a fun experience either way. Their little jam session ended about an hour later. "It's 8PM, let's go home, it's dark already, and the mall's closing in an hour anyway.

Immediately after exiting the mall they could feel the autumns breeze, even if they were dressed in coats. "How long 'till the bus?" Fang asked his friend while rubbing his hands together for some warmth. "Fuck dude, I think it's the nightly schedule or shit, the next one we can go with is in 12 minutes or something. " He said, looking at the boy that asked. "Bro, it's so fucking cold, I will freeze to death sooner than the bus comes. "Mhm, come here.. Maybe this will warm you up or shit. " He wrapped his arms around Fangs body, little hesitant about his doings. "Way better bro, thanks. " (homosexuality CURES🙏)

The autobus finally came, they got in and sat in one of the seats. The lights were slightly dimmed, to not waste so much electricity or something. "I'm dumb, why am I going with you, this bus doesn't stop near my house dude??" Fang turned to face his friend, confused. "Ah, I've told you, we could go to the park, then I'm gonna walk you to the stop, right?" "You didn't, but whatever, I'll gladly go. " 20 minutes later they both could recognize the scenery outside the window, so they got up, waiting for the doors to open. "Hold on, maybe I'll get you an extra scarf or something, you'll give it back to me tomorrow in school, yeah?" Buster said, pointing in the direction of his house. "Mhm! Thanks. "

It was already dark outside, the only source of light being the moon and the occasionally appearing lanterns. The ginger took out his keys entering his house, Fang following along. "Wait, I'm just going to let my mom know I'll come back in an hour or something. " Buster said, going upstairs, the other one waiting in the corridor. He decided to text his dad and let him know he's okay as well, just in case. He shoved his phone back into his pocket, seeing his friend reappear. "Here ya go!" He said handing him the scarf, opening the door. Fang wrapped it around himself, feeling the scent and realizing something. "Why the hell did you give me your mom's scarf, bro?? I'm not a girl.." He said pretentiously. "Nah, it'll do, you look very feminine with your long hair and shit. " He replied, grinning. "Fuck you."

They had arrived at the park, walking around. "Let's record a video bro, for my fans.." Fang suggested, once he saw there wasn't really anybody around. "Your only fans are your mom and those sex bots. " Buster commented, laughing. "They love me though, you wouldn't know, the AI picks out the most handsome men on earth and that's why there's so many of them in my comments, trust. " He said annoyed. "Let's just sit on a bench and chill, bro. " The ginger said, pointing to one in their field of vision. "Sure, sure. "

They talked about various topics, Fang decided to test his luck once again and place his head on his friend's shoulder, the other one didn't even budge, so he was pretty happy with himself. He pulled out his phone and opened up instagram, and picked out the dog filter. "Dude hold on, check this out, this is cool as hell!!!" He said, taking a picture, setting the filter to rio de janeiro and writing freaky all over it(one of his best works so far🔥🔥) "Wait hol up, I’ll post the same exact thing.." He did as he said. "Wait, hold on, it’s a bit too late, I need to get going, sorry man.." Fang said once he saw the time. "Hold on, I’ll walk you, so you won’t get beaten up or shit, you look like a fag dude. " Buster said snickering a little, catching up to his friends. "It’s thanks to this dumbass scarf, should’ve given me the one with the galaxy wolf explosion!!"(DRIP💯💯💯) "Ah, whatever.."

Once they reached the bus stop and saw the bus approach Buster got up and hugged his friend goodbye. "See you tomorrow!!" Fang said, getting into the bus "Don’t forget to bring the scarf or my mom will make me cut ties with you dude!!!!!" He said waving, seeing the doors close he started walking away towards the direction his house was in. He put on his headphones and started listening to music, appreciating the second to think about his feelings all alone. Even though they had been friends for a long time, there was a feeling bugging him anytime he saw the dude, making it really stressful for him, since he couldn’t identify what it was. He wanted to explain it by just saying it’s them just being really close, but from a logical standpoint it was way past it, even though he really wanted it to not be. He wanted to make sure, but he didn’t know how, he decided to just talk to one of his friends, maybe that’ll help him decide somehow. As of now he’s reached his house and came in.

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2 weeks had passed since their visit to the cinema, the two boys were really excited for their school trip, they had already made a deposit to the teacher, so they knew they would be on the list. Later more information about the trip was released, so now knowing what they would be doing there they decided to go shopping for it together.

Fang could hear the doorbell ring, so he went up to the door and unlocked it. Behind them stood Buster, smiling at his friend. "Bro are you ready?? We need to go to a few stores to get everything we need but it should be fun!!" He heard him say. "Mhm! Just a second, I'll go get my backpack. " Fang said, nodding. He walked past the living room and went up the stairs, quickly making it to his room and picking up what he had to. He made his way back to his friend, remembering he forgot to greet him properly he gave him a quick hug. "Did you make a list or something? It would help to make it quieckier. " He asked, walking alongside him. "Yeah, a really quick one, but sure!" Buster said, pulling out a paper that's been squished into a ball out of his pants' pocket, handing it to the one that asked. The list consisted of only a few things, which could be read as following: 'Pajamas : Food : Towels : Something for hygiene' "Well hey, at least we have something.." The ginger said, peeking over his friends shoulder. To that he just received a quick look, you wouldn't be sure but it probably was an annoyed one.

The bus ride was pretty uneventful, they just listened to music and discussed their plans for the trip. Their first stop was the sport shop, in which, as they later decided, they were going to buy some warmer clothes and a sleeping bag. They decided that to save some of their valuable money they'll just need to share some things they probably won't need at once. "This shop smells like a package from aliexpress.. you feel me??" Fang asked, jabbing his friends upper arm with his elbow a few times to get his attention. "Noo, wait for real.." He responded, taking a bigger sip of the air. "Do you know where the sleeping bags are??" The blue haired boy turner to his friend, asking. "Let's just walk around and maybe we will find some shit we need. " He responded, shrugging. After they had located a few things they would need in their possession they still were looking for the bags. In the meantime they have stumbled upon the tent section of the store, having to go and rate every single one of them, ‚cause it was in their nature. (they did NOT need one🙏🏼)

They have walked into the first one, it was mostly white with some blue lines, divided into a sort of main room, then two different places to sleep in. "Nah, this one sucks, look at the price too.." Buster commented, checking it out. "Agreed, it's ass, bro.. Let's check out the biggest one, I bet it's cool as hell. " He commented, getting out and looking around. Once they have spotted the aforementioned tent they got in. This one had about 4 rooms: another big one, then a really large sleeping space, this time with no division. "Ah, I thought it would be better. This one's lame too.." He spoke, touching around to check the material it was made from. "Yeah dude, I think this store just has shitty ass tents. Let's get going, so we will finish this quicker.." Buster replied, rubbing his eyes a little.

They had walked up to the register with all the stuff they turned out to be in need of. It turns out it was closed. "Fuck dude, I swear, they're closing all the ones with a cashier, I didn't bring my card with me, and now they force us to pay without cash. Did you bring one with you??" Fang commented, standing in front of the register, visibly annoyed. "Nah bro, I can pay with my phone tho, let's go to the self checkout ones.." He said, tapping his shoulder. After scanning which had taken way longer than it should (they decided to fuck around with it and broke something, had to wait for the security guy to come, scan his ID card or whatever, and reset it) they packed the stuff into Fang's backpack and exited.

"I think now we just can go to the mall and go to the stores in there, yeah?" Buster asked, walking alongside the other one. "Mhm! Wait, fuck, I think I see the bus is coming, let's go!!" He replied, speeding up his pace. They had to start running very fast as to not be late, barely managing to get into the bus before it's doors closed. They were extremely out of breath, having to run several meters in cold weather. "Dude, you have a bottle of water with you?? I didn't bring one and my throat hurts like hell.." Fang asked, taking a spot so they wouldn't have to stand while being so tired. "Fuck, I don't think so, let me look though.." He said and took his backpack off his shoulders, placing it on his lap and looking through it. "Ah, it doesn't have much left and I think it's a few days old.. If you're willing to drink it then we can share. " The ginger said, handing the bottle to his friend, who took a sip and gave it back, leaving some for him.

"Man, we should go on a camping trip alone in the woods, just the two of us, connecting with nature and shit. " Buster said, taking a glance at his friend who in the meantime was looking out the window. "Dude, totally. I think I'm gonna start saving up for a tent now, so we can afford one that will fit us both. " He turned around, nodding. "Yeah man, me t.. HOW DO YOU NOT NOTICE WE MISSED THE STOP WHILE LOOKING OUT THE WINDOW???" The ginger suddenly interrupted his previous speech, looking around then standing up. "Dude fuck, I'm so sorry!!" He replied getting up. They now had to spend a few additional minutes on walking, since none of them were bothered to pay attention to where they are. "Wait, didn't the teacher say that we will spend one of the nights sleeping outside??" Buster asked, stopping for a second. "Fuck, yeah, I think.. Whatever, we can share, maybe somebody will bring a spare one or shit. " He replied, shrugging his shoulders.

After a few more minutes they had arrived at the mall, surrounded by people they decided to make their visit quick and reach their destined shop quick, instead of walking around, checking not important things out. The first store they paid a visit to was a pharmacy one, in which they also sold soaps and stuff like these. They had walked over to the section with them, opening up different bottles and testing the smells. "This one is gon awake my inner beast, bro.." Buster said, smelling a bottle and handing it over to his friend to smell. "My inner beast and my little beast dude.." He replied, nodding. He reached over to grab another one and smelled it. "This one is good too, try it ..." The blue haired one said. "Mm, yeah." Once they chose the smell that they liked best they had went to the shampoo section, not spending as much time choosing that one, since they just went which whatever's properties they liked best.

"Can you buy towels in here??" Fang asked, turning around to the other one while walking over to the register. "Nah dude, I don't think so. We can go to that furniture and other shit store later, I think I saw them selling them recently. " They had scanned the things they wanted to buy, once again having to use the self-checkout register. "Hold on, let me give the money back to you.." The blue haired one said, turning his backpack around and taking his wallet out of it. "Nah man, wait until we buy everything and then we can split. " After paying they went out, and headed for the aforementioned store, since it was the closest one to the one they were just in.

"Why are they making us walk through all of whatever they have to sell, even if we want just the towels??" Fang complained, looking over to his friend. "Man, I don't know, to sell us more shit, maybe?" After a while they had reached the shelf with the towels. "We aren't sharing these though, right?" The blue haired one asked. "Obviously.." He heard the other one reply, watching him carefully take a towel he liked out. He did the same, taking one that kinda matched his friend's one. Since they wanted to split money at the end, Fang, although feeling slightly guilty let Buster pay for everything.

After that they went to the grocery store very quickly, trying to pick out what they needed without spending additional money. "What crisps do we take??" Fang asked, browsing and picking out packages containing different flavors. "I fuck with the paprika ones, but you can just take anything spicy. "Sure! I'm gonna pick my favorite ones, then." He said, picking out a certain bag and putting it in the basket. "I'm gonna take the green onion ones too, just for good measure. " Buster said, throwing in another bag. "Any sweets, candies, whatever??" The blue haired one asked, picking up some lollipops. "Yeah, I'm going to pick the ones that I want, wait.." The ginger said, having to walk over to a different spot with the candy he fancied. Once he picked them up and had gotten back to his friend he could notice that the shopping basket got greeted with about 8 bags of popcorn, he put his own stuff in while looking at the other boy. "What?" He asked, noticing the gaze that has been laid on him. "I am being very generous letting you split with me, you're buying so much more than me, yet I'm gonna pay the same price as you, bro.." Buster replied, shaking his head. "Whatever, you bought expensive fucking shampoo, I insisted on the cheaper one.." To that Buster just shook his head again, continuing his shopping.

"Only the clothing store is left now, right?" Fang asked, walking through the mall alongside his friend. "Mm, yeah, I think so, yes. " He nodded, changing the direction he was heading in. The second they walked in they got greeted with unbearable (at least to them) music blasting out of the speakers. "Who the fuck listens to this shit, bro??" Fang said confused, shaking his head and sighing. "Nobody, that's why they play it here dude.." He heard the person his question got directed to answer. (I am so sorry, I'm trying not to make the words repeat as much so It's goofy as hell😭🙏🏼) He just nodded and walked over to the escalators, going down to the mens section. It took them a while but they finally settled for the pajamas they wanted to buy. They were both pretty plain with no additional writing on them or anything, so they wouldn't be embarrassed with something stupid being said on it. They had paid and were finally done with their shopping.

They took a seat at one of the couches in the public spaces in the mall, now trying to figure out how much Fang had to pay. "It comes out to about 30€ bro. " Buster said, looking over to his friend. "Okay, sure.." He replied, taking his backpack off and taking out a two bills out of his wallet. "Thanks, man. Wanna come over to my house now?? We could play once again. " The ginger asked his friend getting up. "Mhm, sure!!"

The next day came, with it school. It was the last schoolday before their trip, with which Fang was at once very annoyed, but also excited. He reluctantly got out of bed and went to brush his teeth, trying to brush his hair in the meantime as well. He went to his room to change, picking out whatever clothes went into his hands. He didn't even take lunch, not really caring for the hunger that would come later. He took a apple into his hand and exited the house, getting ready in an astoundingly quick time. The only reason he actually went was the fact that the teacher would go over the trip's plan once again, and he didn't want to miss anything, just in case.

After getting out of the bus he headed straight for the school building, slipping on the ice while making his way over there. His head hurt like hell now, he was actually a little scared that if it doesn't go away he wouldn't be able to attend the trip since he felt really unwell, scared he might have a concussion or something similar to that. This day wasn't an exception in his usual routine, he hung his coat on the hanger he had in his locker, and shoved his hat and scarf into one of the sleeves of the coat. He closed the locker and carefully put the key back into his backpack, as to not lose it. He walked over to the classroom his class was in, being only 2 minutes late he went straight through the door, earning just a slight glance from his teacher. He quickly looked around so he could spot Buster, a smile creeping it's way onto his face the second he spotted him. He sat down and greeted his friend with a half hug. It was the first enjoyable thing so far this day, which automatically made him a bit more enthusiastic and excited to even be here.

"Dude, I'm bored, wanna play tic tac toe??" He heard the ginger ask, whispering as to not attract the teachers attention. To that he just nodded, ripping out a piece of paper from his notebook. He drew two diagonal and horizontal lines, then tuned to his friend to ask him. "Are you circles or X's?" "Mm, I want to be X's" He nodded again, and placed his circle in the middle box. They battled each other out, yet every single time Buster seemed to win. "You're a cheater, dude.." He elbowed his friend, shaking his head. The other one just looked at him confused, then took the paper out of his hands and ripped the non-scribbled part into two, then drawing a 10 by 10 chart. "Let's play ships then.." The ginger proposed, starting to mark where his are on his paper. "Sure, but no looking." He said, starting to mark his own ones. The game went on for about 10 minutes, both being somehow terribly bad at guessing where the other one placed his ship. At the end Fang got lucky enough to win, very happy with himself.

"Bro wait, let's solve some quizzes, this'll be fun!!" He said, pulling out his phone out of the pocket and going to a quiz website. "Which type of fruit are you? Do we want this or nah?" He asked Buster. "Mm, yes yes" He clicked on the link and started solving. "Wait, I'm gonna solve first, ok??" He said, scrolling down, to that he just got a response which was nodding. Most of the quiz was just questions like 'Are you extraverted or introverted?' 'Which is your favorite color?' and stuff like that, so it wasn't anything groundbreaking. They both took turns solving different ones which helped the time pass. Fang was searching for another quiz, and started snickering.  "What?" He could hear the ginger ask. "Are you gay quiz. Let's check bro, I know I am a super sigma hetero girl magnet so I'm expecting the result. " He said, handing the phone over to his friend and pointing at the screen. He clicked on it and started solving. 'Have you ever kissed anybody the same gender?' He glanced at Buster and tilted his phone just slightly so he couldn't see which answer he marked (we all know which is it🗣️🗣️💯💯)(he thought giving his grandpa a kiss on the cheek counted) 'Has anyone ever assumed you're gay?' "This quiz is dumb as hell, people do that all the time and I'm not, I just have strong cunt aura bro, do you agree??" Fang said, shaking his head. "Yes bro, exactly, remember that one grandma in the tram?? She thought WE were gay n all.." They started giggling and ridiculing the ones that wronged them (called them faggy) but soon after they were interrupted by the bell ringing. Buster thought they didn’t finish the quiz in it’s eternity but the truth was that the result was concluding that they’re really gay.

Fang said goodbye to his deskmate and walked to his next class, hoping the next few hours pass as quickly as possible so he could hear about the field trip. He tried a new method today, since he was so used to not doing anything at the lessons, being on his phone with time made the time pass normally since it was the ordinary, maybe actually taking notes will speed things up. He deemed that with the teacher that he was having this period with it was pretty much impossible, given the way she talked and explain things, jumping from one thing to another. In the meantime he started to think about the field trip once again, very curious of what may come during it, trying to imagine what the rooms look like, as well as the surrounding nature. He also wanted to plan what he would do during the few hour drive, since it would definitely be pretty boring.

A few hours have passed and it was time for the last class of the day - the one in which they would hear about the trip once again. Before it, Fang and Buster had met up in the cafeteria to eat lunch, and also to talk to each other once again. Besides them two of their other friends sat in the table they ate at, so they all participated in the discussion. Today's food was pasta, which nearly everybody pretty much enjoyed, compared to some foods they got served this one was one of the most survivable ones. They had about 5 minutes until the lesson when they finished eating, so they picked their things up and walked over to the classroom. Fang was joking around and saying some really weird stuff to the ginger, at one point he saw his friend go from laughing to being extremely serious really quickly, and looking above him. He turned around and saw his teacher standing right behind him, having to listen to him use horrid language. He went pale and quickly ran away, as to not have to endure the longing gaze of the teacher any longer, still he was pretty sure he is going to fail her class that year.

After hiding for a few minutes he checked the time and he quickly went over to the classroom once again, getting right inside since the bell rang. He took a spot next to his buddy, and turned around to him. "Brother, she's going to hate me forever, I'm doomed, fuck." He whispered to him, while the teacher was checking attendance, the terror still written all over his face. "Nah chill dude, she's like, demented, she's gonna forget in 2 days. " Buster reassured his friend, putting his hand on his shoulder. "I hope so, bro.." He replied, shaking his head.

He looked up once the teacher started talking about what he was actually intrigued in. "I'm just going to go over the plan of the trip once again, if you have any questions just ask me. Please show up at the train station at 7:30, I will take attendance, the train leaves at 8AM. It's a train for longer distances, so it'll have sleeping rooms, I am letting you split each other however you want for the drive, you can get the room with whoever you want, but the teachers will assign you guys rooms at the hotel. We are supposed to arrive at the place at 3PM, we then take a bus to the hotel, you should be able to check in at about 3:30. You have free will for the day that we arrive, as we didn't plan anything, so you wouldn't have to walk around all tired from the drive, dinner is destined to be at 5PM. The first day of the trip we have a hike planned at 10AM, it should take about 2 hours, please bring full shoes that'll be good for rocky patches. Breakfast and dinner will be at the same time everyday during the trip, breakfast at 8AM, dinner at 5PM. We have a workshop class planned from 3PM to 4:30, please don't be late. The second day we go kayaking at 9AM, it should take about 4 hours, so please prepare yourself food. The third day we go outside in the evening. You'll have to collect the wood for the fireplace yourself, we will be roasting sausages as well as bread, so you won't have dinner at the usual time. The fourth day we are planned to go camping, the tents will be lent to you by the school, but please don’t break them. The last day we go to the city and you get 4 hours to do anything you want, we meet up at 4PM at a spot I will later reveal, our train is planned to leave at about 6PM. Unfortunately you'll be home after midnight, so please ask your parents to pick you up. Those who didn't bring me back the paper with the parental approval can't go, your last chance to take it is today, but you need to hand me it in the morning at the train station, bring a suitcase and something handy that you can take with you for a walk as well. " The teacher finally stopped going over the plan of the trip, to which everybody was carefully listening, to see if they missed anything. "Oh and also remember, if I catch any of you smoking or drinking I'm obliged to tell your parents and you'll get suspended, so please behave. " She smiled, then started checking whether everybody gave her the parental approval form.

"Man, I'm so hyped!!" Fang said to his friend excitedly. "I know right?? Wanna sleep in the wagon together in case we won't be in the same room?" Buster replied happily. "Obviously dude. Are you bringing any small board games? It'll be boring as shit, it's supposed to take like 7 hours or something. " "Yeah, I will, I'm going to send you a text telling you what exactly later. " To that the blue haired one nodded, and started doing something on his phone to pass the time. "Man, and please, please, tell me everything is you packed, I'll do the same, just in case, so we won't forget anything important or shit. " Fang turned off his phone and spoke. "I sure will. Maybe we should do a videocall when packing or something, that might be easier. " Buster commented, to that he nodded.

After about 10 more minutes they were freed by the ringing bell, Fang got out of the classroom and went to his locker, putting all his coats back on. He was really quick to exit the school, wanting to get home as soon as possible, since he was pretty hungry and also was very eager to pack. Once he opened the door he got greeted with the beautiful smell of his mom's delicious dish that she made him, he quickly took his shoes off and got undressed, very eager to eat. He was finished in about 10 minutes, and was now ready to pack. He tried dialing his friends number to see if he's already home.

"What's good bro??" Could be heard from the other side of the line. "Man you home yet? I want to pack already, but I wanted to make sure you're ready to and shit. " "Yeah, hold on, let me switch to video.." He moved his phone away from his ear and placed it in a way that it stood against the wall so he could see Buster. "Wait, let me just get my suitcase.." He told him remembering, leaned under his bed and took it out. "Do you think it's big enough?" The blue haired one asked once he got it close enough to the camera for the lens to pick it up. "Mhm, I think so, I'm taking a similar one with me, look.." When he heard that he picked up his phone and looked at it, so he could compare. "Okay, what do you think should be first??" Fang asked his friend. "Mm, I'd say put either your shirts or pants at the bottom. " He could see his friend shrug while replying. "Wait it's like 4 days long, but if I shit my pants everyday my t-shirt will get dirty so Imma take 8. " The blue one said very proudly of his very intelligent reasoning. "You're dumb. I'm taking 4 bro.." The person he was calling said, shaking his head. "If you throw up I will lend you one, I'm very generous bro. " He said while putting 3 pairs of pants on top of the shirts he had just put in. "Wait, let me get a few hoodies as well, it'll be fucking cold as hell, it's almost winter and they're forcing us to hike bro, I swear.." He said, walking out and grabbing a few of them, then throwing them in. "You could just not go man, it was your pick." "Nahh man.." He shook his head. "What are you packing hygiene wise? I think I'm gonna take my toothbrush and umm, the body wash I bought I guess. " Buster asked. "Dude you stinky as hell, are you not gonna wash your hair for 5 days straight? I'm taking a toothbrush, toothpaste, a hair comb, some shit to wash my face with, a shower gel, shampoo, and prolly some other stuff.." He replied. "Gay as hell for taking so much stuff dude, 71 in 1 gel does the trick just fine. "

It had taken them more than it should have, but after they were finished they decided to just stay on the call and play some games together, since they wouldn't get the opportunity to play the computer ones for some time. After a few hours they said their goodbyes to each other and went to do their own stuff, still very much thinking about the trip.

Many hours had passed at it was now late evening, Fang was ready for bed, trying to fall asleep yet he couldn’t. He switched from side to side, needing to change his position once again after a few minutes. He wanted to explain it with just being excited for the trip, but there was another thought it his mind which he would love to repent further and further into his head until it went away, thinking about it made him feel like there was a hole in his stomach, feeling fuzzy as well. It was probably 'cause he slipped on that ice today, surely.

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Fang woke up after an exhausting and pretty much sleepless night, even though he felt horrible the first few seconds after waking up, he got a sudden burst of energy remembering what day is today. He looked over at his already packed suitcase and the empty backpack next to it that he was going to bring with himself. He got up, pushing his sheets away, not really caring about it getting folded, at least for now, and fastly went to brush his teeth. He has a lot of time, yet he tries to do everything as quickly as possible, as if it were to make the time pass quicker. He greeted his dad when entering the kitchen, making himself some sandwiches, both for breakfast and the drive. He put some away and quickly ate one of them, wrapping the rest in silver foil and going upstairs to pack it. He put the sweets and trashy food he bought in there as well, so he could enjoy it later. It took him a while to choose the clothes he went in, since he wasn't sure whether it'll be cold or warm in the train, finally settling on some average pants and a hoodie he could take off later.

He checked the time, and to no surprise there was a lot of it left. He made his previously messed up bed, after that sitting on it and just going on the phone to pass the time a little. Once it was around 6:40 he decided to head out as to not be late. Getting out instead of getting the same feeling of disgust when coming in contact with the cold temperatures he actually felt kinda comforted, as if he was embraced by the surrounding cold and the still dark sky. It could've actually been associated with some sort of nostalgia, reminding him of his childhood. He walked over to the bus stop a few minutes away from his house, sitting on the bench that was near it. Luckily for him, that day there weren't any people waiting alongside him, so he could enjoy the feeling for a bit longer.

Once the bus came he got in, enjoying the heat that was kept in it. He found a spot that he liked and sat down, looking around the nearly empty bus. He tried to move the suitcase in a way it would go between the seats but to no avail, finally having to settle on just holding it in the empty space next to them. The ride went by pretty smoothly, not encountering any events that might've been notable. Once he reached the stop close enough to the train station he got out, and continued on his journey.

He got there pretty early, which was explainable since he was extremely quick to leave - he had about an hour before the train's advert. He walked up the stairs that lead him to his platform, sitting on a free bench, looking around as well. It seemed like Buster hasn't arrived yet, pretty bored he decided to have a conversation with his acquaintance - colt. They didn't really have a chance to speak, unless it was in situations like these. He was easy to talk with, but their personalities weren't similar enough for them to be closer. They chatted for some time, mostly about school, not having much choice when it came to the topics of it. It did help pass the time though, before he could blink it has already turned around 7:25 AM and most people were already there so the teacher could check attendance.

With his peripheral vision he could see a familiar face rushing up the stairs, trying to do so quickly with a suitcase in his hand that would hit every step as he ran. He moved closer to the stairs so he could greet Buster, and that's what he did. He wrapped his arms around him tightly, feeling the need to for no apparent reason. He pulled back and said hi, informing his friend of where the teacher was waiting. They walked over there, having about 2 minutes left until the attendance check.

They could see the teacher pull out a paper and a pen out of her bag, placing it against a wall so she could write on it better. Soon they started to hear different surnames being read off the list, anticipating their ones so they could get this over with. Once the last name was read off the table they came up to her and asked if they could already enter the train. The teacher nodded, but at the same time made a gesture to the other students to come closer, as she had something to say. "The whole wagon C is dedicated to us, as you know you can split however you want, you're allowed to enter now. " As soon as she said that huge amounts of students tried to push their way in, so they could take the seat they want. Fang and Buster decided to wait until they calm off, so they could claim their room in peace. Once the doors of the train were cleared off a little and you could actually go in they went in, clenching the suitcases they had with them tightly as to not lose them. They managed to find an empty room, so they went in. It wasn't bad for a sleeping room on a train, but it was definitely one of those more old fashioned ones. They put the suitcases they had under the seats, then went up the ladder to check out the beds above.

"I'm not gonna lie, this ain't so bad man.." Buster said, walking around (as much as he could walk) the small room. "Yeah dude, it's cool as hell, a hundred times better than a bus. " He replied nodding, then going down to the floor. "Holy shit dude, look, it has a small TV thing!!" Fang spoke once again, pulling on a little plastic rectangle that turned out to be an unfoldable TV. "Damn dude.. that's crazy!! Can we only watch the shit they have downloaded on there or can we just connect to it?" Upon hearing this question he tried to click around it to check. "Fuck man, I'm pretty sure this thing doesn't power on or shit, I can't do anything. " He responded, franticly trying to get it to turn on, after some time of failing moving away from the screen a little. "That sucks dude... Wanna watch something on my phone later??" "Yeah, sure!" The blue haired one reentered his bed and started doing something on his phone, the ginger not much later did so too.

Fang tilted his head a little towards the wall he laid next to, to hear better. A mixture of a smile and disgust was painted on his face. "Dude, not even like 40 minutes in, and somebody's already going wild in there.. on a train too.. with our fucking teachers... man.." He turned his body around to face the opposite bunk. Buster furrowed his eyebrows, the other one felt the frame being moved around, since he decided to quickly get on the same bunk as him to hear better. The ginger put up the palm of his hand to his ear and moved up to where the sound was coming from and snickered. "Damn dude, they're getting freaky.. I don't think they're fucking tho, just making out heavily or shit, I don't know. " "Then why is the girl moaning so much bro.." "I don't know, maybe they only starting to get their freak on, bro.." Buster replied, shrugging. He wanted to get off the bed but got interrupted by a hand holding down his wrist. "Nah man, stay, we can watch something. " Fang said with a smile, inviting him onto it once again. He nodded as a response and laid next to his friend on the rather small bed, turning on his phone. It definitely wasn't meant for two people to stay on it, at least size-wise, since some sign under it said it can uphold up to 200kg, or something like that. The blue one decided to scoot over to his friend closer, even with the already forced close distance between them.

"What do you want to watch??" Buster asked, typing in the sites adress into the search engine. "I want- wait wait wait, hold on, go back, the fuck where you searching for bro?" Fang responded, soon laughing and reaching over for his friends phone. "Some people don't get the amazing stylistic choice that are epic monkey shirts dude. " The ginger pulled his phone back to him, trying to actually access the site. "Man, you dumb as hell, nobody besides you likes that shit, I told you not to buy one again.." He shook his head saying. "Can you please tell me what do you want to watch??" The ginger asked a little annoyed, looking at the guy laying next to him, basically squishing towards his body. "Man, I'm sorry.. Your pick." He rpelied feeling a little guilty for ridiculing his taste in fashion, hugging him as a way to sort of apologize. He could see him scrolling down the site then go on and search a movie title.

"You never watched this, yeah?" Buster turned to him, only after doing so noticing how short the distance between them really was. Fang replied by nodding, his eyes making it's way onto the other one's ones. The moment could've been totally normal between them, but it felt rather intimate, which both of them soon realized. They just let the movie play, even if they might've been thinking about something different. Fang could feel the other ones hand slipping under his neck, so he would be more comfortable or something.

The film was a rather long one but they finished, now about halfway into the drive they had to endure to reach their destination. Buster wanted to say something to his friend and comment on the movie, noticing he fell asleep. He remembered him complaining about not getting a good sleep this day or something, which would explain this. He wanted to let him be, but he was a little scared that going off the railing might wake him up. As he laid there he noticed Fang's untied hair, which was pretty much asking him to braid it (so he did🗣️💯) He grabbed a strand of hair very lightly as to not disturb his sleep, and dividing it into three. If not for the fact that he had to babysit his younger cousin he wouldn't know how to do braids, but she asked him to do it, which he was now thankful for. He soon started taking the outside corners and putting them on the opposite side. He was actually pretty bored so he spent a good portion of time doing just that, making the other's hair full of them. After an unknown amount of time he could feel Fang move, from which he assumed he woke up now. "Man, that nap was so resting.." He said, turning to see Buster. "I hope so, you seemed pretty tired dude. " He soon looked down at his own shoulders and noticed that his hair, which he previously didn't notice that he felt, was braided a little. "Bro, the fuck happened to my hair.." He asked, a little confused, but not angry or anything. "I got bored, sorry man, didn't wanna wake you up so I had to stay here." He could see him shrug while replying. "Nah dude, it's cool tho, thanks.." He smiled, repositioning himself into a half-sitting position. They heard a knock on the room, the door opening a second after. They saw a girl that they had some classes with, her name was Willow if Fang remembered correctly. "I'm sorry to disturb you, the teacher says that there's about an hour left, so check if you're not leaving anything. " She said, walking out soon after, not waiting for a response.

"Wanna eat something? I don't think they'll give us food until evening. " Buster asked, leaving the bed. "Yeah sure, I made sandwiches, would you want one?" He got off after him so he could open his backpack that laid on the ground. He looked up, and the ginger just nodded so he took out the food. He handed it to him, taking one for himself as well and taking a bite. "Mm, dude, the bread is so good." He heard Buster say. "Thanks, I made it myself a few days ago, I was really fucking bored, I'm surprised it still tastes good after this time. " He replied, smiling, happy that he liked the food he prepared. "Wanna play uno? I brought it with me." The ginger asked, finishing his sandwich. To that he nodded as a reply, rewrapping his own food and putting it back into his backpack.

They started to play, things getting really heated since both of them were close to winning several times. At one point Fang was really excited, since he got only one card left and the one the other guy just placed on the stack would allow him to put his own one on, which would mean he would win. He soon followed that thought with actions, being really happy that he won. "Nu uh, you forgot to say uno. " He looked up really slowly at the grinning guy in front of him. "Fuck it, I'm done dude.. Let's just clean up here since I think we got like 10 minutes left maximum. " He said, leaning down on his back and putting his hands to his face. "Sure dude, I can do it if you want.." Buster offered, already standing up and throwing the empty wrappers into the bin. "Thanks. "

They have finally arrived at their destination, everybody hurriedly leaving the train as to not get left behind. Fang was pumping with excitement, really happy for the trip, his enthusiasm soon crushed by a cruel reminder for which he just needed to hear the word 'bus' leave his teachers mouth. He had totally forgotten that they now had to drive around to get to the hotel, which was very isolated, or at least in the suburbs or something. He grabbed his suitcase and walked close to Buster, also following the trip so he wouldn't get lost. They had left the train station and were now located in the market square. "It looks like the bus is a bit late and is going to come in about 50 minutes or so, you are allowed to wander around here a little, but we need to meet up in this exact same spot in about 40. Everybody understood??" The teachers loud voice reached his ears. "Wanna go to a shop or something? Or do we just go on a walk here?" Buster whispered to his friend. "Man, these fucking suitcases are gonna be a pain in the ass. We can go to the closest store that's like cool 'n' all here, I don't wanna walk for too long tho. " He replied. "Sure man!"

They walked for a few minutes, checking out whatever was close to the spot they were supposed to come back to, and they decided to just go to a coffee shop. They entered, greeted with a warm atmosphere, and the brown-black interior. They took a spot and looked at the menú, deciding what to pick. "Man, it's cold as hell but i think I'm gonna take the dessert with the ice cream bro, it seems too delicious. " Fang said, looking up from the card he was given. "Are you sure? You always bitch about how cold you are, this will make it even worse. Look at the cake section tho, so many of these sound really nice, maybe take that instead?" The person sitting on the opposite side replied. "Mm, you're right.. Oh wait dude, they have a hot chocolate special, cheaper for two or shit. " He said, skimming through the listed foods. "Sure man, it sounds real nice!" Buster replied, giving him a thumbs up and getting up to get to the counter and order.

A few minutes have passed and the waitress had brought them the drinks, which were very hot as you could assume from the steam which held above the cups. "Dude, this looks sooo good.." Fang said, taking his cup off the plate it was brought on and adding the marshmallows which were served along it. He then took a sip, yet pulled it away from his mouth quickly. "Fuck! I got burnt on my fucking tongue.." He exclaimed, looking around trying to find something to cool it with. "Why didn't you wait a few minutes dude, are you that dumb??" The ginger giggled. "Fuck off, I will spit in yours if you don't shut up. " To that Buster quickly moved his cup extremely close to him, wrapping his hands around it as to protect it. "Hell no!!" He said, moving the palm of his hand to above the glass, shaking his head. He soon took it away though, since the air coming from the liquid itself was just as hot.

After waiting a few minutes they actually finished their drinks, paid, and got up. "Wanna get going? I don't wanna be late. " Buster asked, looking over at his friend while he collected his stuff. "Yeah, let's go.." He replied, walking out alongside him. They walked out of the café and headed in the direction in which they think they came from. "How much time do we have left?" Fang asked, looking around, not wanting to admit that he cannot recognize anything he is looking at and is most likely not able to find a way back. "10 minutes.." Buster had the exact same thought, neither of them could find their way to the spot their teacher told them to come to. "Fuck dude.. You don't happen to remember the way, do you?" He said, frustrated and a little stressed. The ginger shook his head in response. "What do we do now, bro I swear this was a bad idea, they're gonna leave without us. " The blue haired one started to panic a little, situations like these really threw him out of his way. Buster patted his back to reassure him. "Chill bro, we will find our way back. " He said, hiding the slight uncertainty he felt himself. He pulled his phone out and tried opening up google maps so he could find a way for them to reach their destination. "This way, we should be there in about two minutes, chill man!" Buster spoke once again, grabbing his friend by the wrist and heading towards where he was pointed at by the app.

Luckily they got there in time, the teacher counted the amount of students that showed up. "It seems like everything checks out. Please follow me, I'll lead you to the parking lot where the bus is waiting, you can give your suitcase to the driver, he will pack them in their supposed space. " The teachers bold voice rung out, as she got up to walk to the thing she just talked about.

A few minutes later they arrived at the parking lot, both Buster and Fang trying to push their way through the students to be the first to give their suitcases, so they could get the best seats in the bus. It wasn't that easy to do though, and before they knew many students have already handed theirs in. The second they saw the driver put their suitcases in they sprinted to the further part of the bus, wanting to take the ones the most in the back to no avail, all the nice spots were taken. They had to sit around the middle part, but hey, at least they were seated together. It was later revealed that due to traffic they'll be at the hotel at about 4PM. Buster relaxed and laid back onto his seat once he could feel the engine start, wanting to chill for a little. He was met with an invitation to listen to music together from Fang, who was handing him one of his earphones. He accepted happily, feeling the others one's head soon resting on his shoulder. It seemed like after some time he fell asleep again, which wasn't a disturbance to the ginger in any sort of way, in fact he enjoyed it a little.

The time had seemed to past fluidly, they had reached the hotel before Buster could even realize. He poked his friend a little to signal that they've arrived, the boy thanked him for waking him up. They got out of the bus and immediately got assaulted with the pure cold of a winter-ish evening in the mountains. They waited for all the suitcases to be taken out to find their ones, after everybody got theirs picked up it was time to actually go and register. The hotel turned out to be a pretty solitude wooden lodge, fitting the vibe of the nature around. After they had gotten inside and were in the lobby the teacher spoke loudly. "There are 10 rooms for four people, and one room for five at the attic. The following names have been assigned to each room.." Fang listened very closely, scared that he might not be assigned to his friend. He stood close to him, as if not being put together into one room would mean that they have to split their ways together, never seeing each other again. The residents of the first eight rooms have been read out, yet Fang's nor Buster's names have been read out so far. "This shouldn't be so fucking stressful dude, I feel like I'm waiting to see if I'm being drafted to the military or not. " He whispered into Buster's ear, being shushed in response. A little smile crept onto his face once the names following the tenth room have been mentioned, meaning he would have a room with Buster, but also three other people he did or didn't know. "Room three oh one: Angelo, Buster, Chester, Edgar and Fang" The teacher spoke. Fang hugged his friend in excitement, only remembering hearing the other people's names once or twice in the entirety of him attending that school. He watched one of the, as far as he assumed, other roommates pick up the key to the room and start walking up the stairs. He and Buster quickly followed them, so they could check out their room.

Very tiresome walk up the stairs later and they had arrived at the only room that was on this floor. A pink-red (?) haired man put the key into the door and opened it. Out of all of these people he only recognized Angelo a little, since they both liked gossip he knew that he was a good source of it. "King in the castle, king in the castle!!" He heard the guy that opened the room say while walking around the not-so-big space. The room really resembled those typical aesthetic rooms in cottages, most of the furniture as well as walls being wooden. The ceiling was going in a triangle, since they were in the attic. It was divided into three sort of sections, two of them having two single beds and the third one having one single bed as well. "Me and Buster are taking these two!!" He exclaimed to the roommantes he was going to have for the next few days, pointing at a section with a window behind the beds. "Whatever. " The black haired boy spoke.

After they settled in a little Fang and Buster decided to rearrange it a little, pushing the two beds together to create one that's bigger, they said that they're not gay or anytjign, just feel more comfortable sleeping like that, discovering that they get a better sleep in an arrangement like this during a sleepover or something. They were soon called to dinner, so they all went down to the lobby once again, this time without backpacks nor suitcases. They walked through a door that was there, entering a cure little canteen.

"What are you taking bro??" Fang asked, while looking at one of those take what you like tables. "Man ion know, maybe a sausage. " He nodded and came up to the table, getting bread and some stuff to put on it. They then sat down and started eating while discussing some other stuff. "Are there no drinks here dude.." He said while rubbing his eyes with this hands. "Wait, keep an eye on my food and spot, I'm gonna look. " He heard the ginger say then get up. He waited with whatever he had to eat 'cause he couldn't put anything down his throat without a drink or something. Buster was quickly back and had placed a cup of tea next to Fang's food, he did the same with his. They finished eating and were now waiting for the guy with the key to finish eating. Once everybody was done they had gone up the stairs once again, entering their room now for good.

"Okay, since I didn't really have a chance to catch y'all's names please introduce yourselves. I'm Chester by the way!!" The pink haired guy said after sitting down on his bed. "I'm Angelo honey, don't you know me!!??" The green haired boy said, very offended that he isn't that recognizable even if he's so iconic. "Okay, noted, sorry.." Chester replied, holding his hands up in defense. "Well I'm Fang" He said, shrugging. "I'm Buster" The ginger said, smiling. "Emo guy, what's your name dude?" Chester turned around to ask the only person that hasn't introduced himself yet. "I'm Edgar, piss off, you don't understand what a lone wolf feels😢🐺👿" He said, turning around to face away from them. "Okayyy, I'm going for a walk around the hotel, anybody wants to go with me?" Angelo asked, getting his coat on. "I can!" Buster said since he thought he could use a breath of fresh air. "Fang, you coming??" He turned around to ask. "Nah man, I'm gonna be cold." He said and shook his head, getting his phone out of the bag. "Buster, what will you do now in separation from your boyfriend??" Chester asked while exaggerating his shock and sadness (which wasn't what he really felt anyway) "We'll live" He replied, shrugging and closing the door. "For the record we are two great sigma minds bound to be best friends, we are not dating. " The blue haired boy clarified, putting up his hand and the index finger. (☝️🤓) "Yeah, sure buddy, sure.."

Meanwhile the two boys had already gotten outside. "So Buster, tell me.. We haven't really had a lot of chances to talk to each other, but you know, you can admit the truth to me.." Angelo said, wanting to know a few things so he could tell them to Willow later. "What things?" The ginger was confused as to what the other one was asking. "You guys do realize that just 'cause you tell us you're not gay doesn't make it that we can't see honey.." He said, walking around and then putting some chapstick on his lips. "Dude what? We seriously aren't anything. " He was even more confused, now borderline agitated, not wanting to have a conversation like this. "Babes, I know what y'all did in the train, AND at the cinema!" Angelo said, putting his hand on his chest dramatically. "We didn't do anyth.. How in the first place?!" He wanted to go back to his room now, really annoyed. They walked past a lamppost and started going on the path near the lake. "Oh honey, I'm Angelo, I have tea on anybody. Also Willow saw you guys. Straight men don't hug each other like this.." He said shaking his finger in disapproval. "Can you stop?! I wanted to have a nice walk but now I just wanna go back.." His voice got louder as he turned to the person he was having a conversation with. "Maybe 'cause I am right and you're uncomfortable because deep inside you can admit it. " "Man I don't know.. it does feel different with him though. But I think it's just because we're really close, right?" He felt nauseous thinking about it, but on the second hand, maybe Angelo was right? "So you really aren't together yes?" To that he nodded, lowering his head "I see.. Well you should think about it. I don't wanna be the one to tell you how it feels, because it may be subjective or something, but maybe I can lead you onto the explanation a little. You seem in denial, but seeing how you act, I think it's mutual for the both of you.. I'm not interfering tho, sort it out between yourself and then with him, babes." To that he nodded once again, getting really quiet because he started to believe him more and more, and also he wanted to think about what he really feels. "I'm not gonna bother you any more now, if you need help with anything or he does something dumb text me, I'll try to help." Angelo said with a smile, patting his back lightly then walking off.

Buster decided to just walk around for a bit more, trying to sort things out. He didn't even want this thought to come up in his mind, but maybe he genuinely was right. After 10 minutes he decided to go back to the hotel, since it was almost pitch dark by now. He went through the door and felt the contrasting warmth from the inside. He quickly ran up the stairs and entered the room once again. "Hey man, Angelo came back quicker, what were you doing? I was a little worried. " Fang came up to him and gave him a quick hug. "Damn you're cold.." He said, feeling the temperature when coming in contact with him. "I walked around for some more." He replied, shrugging, then getting his coat off. "Who spends the most time in the bathroom? I wanna go shower and I don't want to wait for somebody for 30 minutes. " Chester asked, looking around. "Yeah, you can go first man. " Fang replied, taking out a bag of popcorn he had in his backpacks.

After about 2 hours (angelo had to finish his skincare routine) everybody had finally managed to shower and change, now pretty tired from today's events. All of them were now in their beds, doing whatever they wanted to do. "Alright, can I shut the lights off?" Chester asked, walking over to the lightswitch. "Yeah, sure." A few minutes into the darkness Fang started whispering something into Buster's ear and they kept on giggling, disturbing the others. "Gay porn is straighter than this" Chester told Angelo quietly. To that the green haired nodded, then shushing him, trying to listen to whatever they were talking about. This went on for some good 30 minutes, after that Edgar got pissed. "Shut the fuck up." He said, rubbing his eyes. "Oh, sure dude, sorry. " Buster replied, not really realizing that it might've been annoying to others before.  They all were trying to fall asleep now, the two boys decided to even if sleeping on the same bed(two single beds connected actually☝🏼) not touch each other, if they were alone they would very very much enjoy to cuddle.

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They had woken up the next morning by somebody's alarm, not a single one of them actually willing to get up, since it has only been about 6 hours since they fell asleep. The first person to actually stand up was Chester, who went to brush his teeth and overall get ready. "Dude, wake up.." Buster poked Fang in the arm a little, since he seemed as if he was to fall back asleep any second now. "Wake me up when more people have finished getting ready bro.." he said sleepily and turned his back to face the ginger. Buster knew that the other one liked to sleep long and wasn't really a morning person either, so he decided to let him rest for a little more, in the meantime going on his phone.

Once the red haired man came out Edgar went in there without asking next. Buster was a little scared that if they let Angelo go in there before them they might end up being extremely late, so he jabbed his friend again. "Fang, wake up, for real now.." He rarely addressed him by his name, so he hoped that it would spark a little more reaction. The blue haired one finally got up, looking around tiredly. He got up and opened up his yet unpacked suitcase, taking out a t-shirt and some pants to change into. He checked the time and it was surprisingly pretty late.

Spotting the raven leaving the bathroom he didn't think for even a second and said something in the words of 'To save time me and Buster are gonna go change at the same time!!" with his index finger raised. Once he realized that he pretty much just spoke a dumb thought out loud he went into the bathroom so he could hide his embarrassment, not really expecting for the ginger to follow with this, he on the other hand, although confused, decided to go along, since it wasn't his idea anyway, so it's not gay for real. "What are you doing?" Fang asked confused. "I thought we were saving time. " He replied, shrugging. "Okay, well fucking turn around, I don't want you staring at my ass. " He said, facing the wall wanting to just get this over with. "Sure man" "And cover your eyes." To that the ginger did as he was told, putting his hands on his eyes. The blue haired one was pretty confused about his own doings, at once it disgusted him that he even thought that, said that, and it happened, on the other hand there was a large (even if he didn't want to admit it) part of him very happy with his situation. "Okay dude, I'm finished. " He said, while putting his last sock on. "You should keep your hair loose today, it looks nice man, maybe you'll be able to pick a lady up, hm?" The ginger suggested.

That was a pretty contradictory sentence, at least ot Fang, who was very fluttered that Buster thought his hair looked nice, but it was also said in a context that totally invalidates the weight of the previous words. "Thanks, but we are going hiking, aren't we? I fear it would be pretty uncomfortable with my hair, about that, I should cut it, I haven't done so in months, do you think I should?" He hoped that this question would kinda help him know whether he actually thinks that he looks nice, or that he thinks that the women will think he looks nice. "No dude, don't cut it, it suits you. Now turn around, I wanna change too. " He did as he was told, pretty unhappy with the answer since it didn't really answer what was troubling him.

He circled around the same thought over and over, being interrupted with an "Okay, I'm done. " He turned around and jumped very very slightly, not expecting that he in fact was not done changing bro😭. "Man fuck you, I don't wanna stare at your chest, you were supposed to tell me when you're fully dressed, you're a slut bro." He said a little jokingly, in his head turning around once again but in reality didn't. He let himself stare for a bit longer because it looked as nice as beautiful large boobies, maybe even better, he wouldn't tell you tho. "If this really was a problem you would've turned around by now dumbass. " "Man, fuck you.." Once he was actually dressed up he grabbed his toothbrush and started looking for toothpaste. "Bro, can you bring me some toothpaste??" "Ya, sure, I'm gonna brign my toothbrush as well.

(apologies this will be corny😓😓☝🏼) He got out of the bathroom and wanted to go up to his suitcase and take the stuff out, easy as that. When he kneeled over he was interrupted with a voice. "Babes, did y'all make out or something?" He looked over his shoulder and behind him stood Angelo himself. He made a face which was a mix of pure confusion and a bit of disgust. "What?" "Did y'all make out in there?" He grew more confused. "What?" "Know any other words?? Your hair is so fucking messy and I can see the pink tint on your cheeks honey." Angelo would continue, but realized that he might expose a bit of what the ginger told him, so he decided to shut up and see what actually happened. "Are you crazy? My hair is messy because I was changing shirts and I'm blushing 'cause, mm, it's too warm in there. " He said, very very quickly grabbing what he had to, and running to the bathroom again.

"Angelo pisses me off. " He told Buster, handing him the toothpaste after putting it on his toothbrush. "Why?" He wouldn't be sure if actually telling him what he was asked was a good idea, so he tried to make something up. "He's too nosy. " That's true though, but kinda hypocritical of him to say, since he loved drama as well. After brushing his teeth he quickly went through his hair with a comb and put it in a low ponytail.

They've now been waiting for Angelo for the past 30 minutes, and they would need to go down to the cafeteria in a few minutes if they wanted to eat breakfast. Buster knocked on the bathroom door. "Dude, how much longer do you need? We will be late for breakfast. " "Give me like, 5 minutes, you know?" He replied in a very uninterested voice.

The said amount of time passed, and all of them were starting to get pretty annoyed. Chester walked up to the door and started hitting it very, very loudly. "Chill babes, like a minute and I'm done. " This time it was actually the truth, so they rushed quickly down the stairs and to the cafeteria. Fang went up to the buffet with all of the food you could take spread out, looking at it. He stood there for some time now, the ginger approached him once he noticed. "What's up dude?" He knew it was probably nothing but wanted to ask just in case. "Man, there's nothing I like to eat. " He responded, looking around once again. "Fuck man, don't you like sandwiches tho?" Buster said walking over to the buffet and getting his own food onto the plate. "Yeah, but I'm not gonna eat bare bread, they got all this fancy ass food and I don't like any of it. " He followed his friend along. "Wait, go save my seat at the table, I'm gonna try to think of something for you, yeah?" He nodded to this and walked away.

He waited at a table pretty far from the teachers, staring at his fingers, hoping that it may help pass the time. He noticed his friend finally came back. "I tried to ask around for some basic shit, they gave me some ham, I hope it's edible, here you go" Buster said with a smile handing him a dish with the sandwich on it. "Thank you so much dude, I would've been starving. " He said patting his shoulder. He bit into the food he'd been prepared, smiling that the ginger cared enough to do so much unnecessary stuff for him. "How is it?" He heard a voice come from his left side. "Very nice, thanks." "I'm just kinda scared this will be a problem, you won't have what to eat for breakfast for the rest of the trip. " "Ah, no, I heard the dishes are different for every day. "

After he finished eating he brought the plate to the canteens window, walking up to Chester to ask for the key to the room. Once he received it he walked up the stairs, entering the room being greeted with the familiar scent of a closed, unventilated place. He laid on the bed enjoying the solitude, not really knowing what made him go into this sort of mood, nor what mood is it. 2 minutes later he heard the door open, Buster coming through. "Hey dude, everything alright? It seems like you seem pretty bad today. " He questioned, closing the door behind him. "I don't know dude, it's just like that, I'm a little tired. " He replied, staring in the ceiling. He felt his friend hug him, which took him by surprise a little. "Dude, let's go, we need to change our shoes and put on a coat or shit, teacher said we meet under the bus at 9:15, and it's about 9. " He nodded getting up and gave him a little smile, being a little reassured by the embrace.

While putting his shoes on Fang got hit by the opening door. "Fuck you." He said to Edgar who opened the door with full force. "Whatever. " He felt his head a little spinny, and he was pretty angry now. He quickly put on his coat and hat, leaving the room. He went down the stairs and exited the hotel, appreciating the fresh air outside. With the passing time more and more people started to surround him, since it was getting closer to the set hour.

The bus has arrived, and they all got in. He tried looking for Buster, but didn't see him anywhere. He got a little sad he will have to spend the rest of the drive in solitude, having a seat with a person he's never spoken to before. He decided to look out the window and put on some music, trying to think of something unrelated. He felt his phone buzz, he checked it and it turned out that he got a text message, upon unlocking his phone he saw that it was from Buster. 'Where are you, ion see you anywhere man' He got a little scared he mixed the busses up or something, so he texted him again. 'j'm likw. morw at yhe frint yiu knwo. ' 'Dude I'm sitting at the very end, come here, there's an empty seat' To that he reached down for his backpack and placed it on his knees, then got it on. 'ok bro jist the teahcer mmigjt get mad ir shit hild on'

He checked whether his teacher was occupied with something else, once he saw that she indeed was he excused himself and went to where Buster described he was. Once he spotted him he rushed up to the seat and greeted him. "Why did you storm out like that earlier? I don't really know what happened." The ginger said, turning around to face him. "That shitass emo hit me with the fucking door dude, my head still hurts. All of our roommates piss me off so bad. " He replied, pointing to a little scratch on his forehead. "Want daddy to kiss it to make it better??" Buster said jokingly making a sweet face. "Fuck you." He replied, jabbing him in the ribs.

"Do you know how long the ride is gonna be?" He turned his head to ask him. "I'm guessing about half an hour or shit. " The ginger replied, shrugging. "Why the fuck do you still have these on, it's winter and you're in a closed space. " He said, pointing to his glasses. "I told you it's so I can pull some nice ladies, it makes me nonchalant. " He replied, shaking his head. Fang decided to piss him off a little, so he swiftly pulled them off his face. "Hey, fuck you!! You should be happy you belong in the exclusive club of the people who are allowed to do that. " The ginger yelled at him jokingly. "Who are the members?? I want a meeting. " He said, giving him back the glasses. "My mom, you, and hmm... You know how when everything is too loud and shit?? I have the same with light and it pisses me the fuck off, I'm for real. Also I think the club has two members so congratulations man!" The ginger replied, not really caring about jumping from one topic to another. "Hell yeah bro.. What perks come with belonging to it??" He asked curiously. "Greedy ass bitch. The biggest and the only perk is that I allow you to do that, man.."

After some time they had arrived, getting out into stronger cold than they were expecting. "Okay everybody, there is only one path on this certain mountain, so you're allowed to go at your own pace, I just ask you to not go completely alone, we meet at the top and have a small meal, then we go down. It's not an extreme hike or anything, and it's not a long one either, so it shouldn't be as tiring. " The teacher said after everybody left the bus. "Bro let's wait for a while, I don't wanna go squished with everybody else, we can chill dude. " Buster said to his friend, who nodded in response. They stood there for a few minutes waiting for everybody to go past them. After about 5 minutes they decided to start going.

"Bro I swear I should've listened to the teacher, the rocks are so painful on my feet, I wore a wrong pair of shoes dude.." Fang started whining not even a few minutes in. "The teacher said it's a pretty easy path, it shouldn't be as bad man, I was on a hike a few times and it's genuinely so so rewarding once you finish.." He replied, reassuring his friend. "You brought water with you, right?" The blue haired one asked, turning his head to his friend. "Yeah, did you?" "I did too, I was just making sure. " They walked some more, enjoying that silence was the only sound (or wasn't??? you know what I mean) besides their voices.

"It's so cold man.." Fang said, complaining once again. "You can have this, I'm pretty warmed up from the walking. " He said, taking off his coat and giving it to him. "Thanks. Now I look badass bro." He said, almost tripping on a stone in his way. "Watch out dude, why do you suck at walking so much bro??" "I don't know man, stop hating on god bro"

About 30 minutes have passed, and Fang's legs were to give up any given moment, since he wasn't really used to walking such distances. "Fuck dude, my legs hurt so so much.." He said, sitting down on the grass next to the path. "You for real dude?" The ginger asked, taking a spot next to him. "Yeah man, I don't think I'm gonna be able to walk up all the way up there. " "Man, come on, I didn't have time to go to the gym recently, this'll be my exercise, let me carry you bro." Buster offered half jokingly with a smile but he was willing to do it. "Quit playing bro.." Fang replied, looking at the sights from the mountain.  "Make sure you don't drop me, you don't look like you attend regularly. " He finally decided, poking his friend on the chest. "Sure man." Buster being the strong sigma he is lifted him up with ease, carrying him bridal style. The blue haired was a little scared he might actually fall.

"Man, how much do you weigh? You feel like you have the weigh of a little kid, dude. " The ginger asked, looking down at him. "Nah bro, I'm not that light, I'm like 53kg I think?" He said, trying to remember the last time he checked. "I'm glad that you're short tho, I think it's still pretty normal for you, yeah?" to that he received an elbow to the chest.  "I'm not fucking short dude, you're only like 5cm taller than me, and you weight like 100 kilos more, so you're not the one to speak. " "If you do that one more time I'm gonna drop you, man. Besides I'm only like 20 more than you, and today's beauty standards women like chubby, I'm their ideal man, bro.." He said proudly. "You're closer to appearing in my 500 pound life, than to having my amounts of chick magnetism. " He replied, giggling. He immediately felt himself being put to stand on the ground. "Then walk so you can remain the chick magnet you are." Buster said, jabbing him in the ribs slightly. "Fuck man, my legs still hurt.."

They had reached the top after about 20 more minutes of walking. It seemed like everybody was there already, waiting for them. "Sorry for being late miss, mm, my legs hurt. " Fang explained himself to the teacher, who just nodded with a judgmental face. He sat down on a free bench and took the sandwich he made yesterday and ate it. After 10 minutes they finally got going and went down the mountain. It was a quicker walk than the one up, this time they were instructed to go in a group instead of however they liked.

Once they were back in the bus Fang decided to take a nap, not really caring about who would sit next to him, trying to fall asleep immediately. A few minutes in he was almost asleep, then he felt somebody move next to him. He opened his eye really slightly, just to see who it was. Not even a second after that he received a poke on his arm. He decided to look over, since maybe that person wanted something.

"Hey dudeee" He saw and heard Angelo say. "Hi man, I'm tryna fall asleep, what do you want?" He asked. "Tell me, you don't have a girlfriend, right babes?" The green haired one questioned micheviously. "Nah, not really. " He shook his head. "So you like men?" Angelo tried to not be very obvious with what information he was trying to get from him, but didn't really think it through.

"My god, what? Where's Buster, I wanna sit with him, he would let me sleep. " He was still pretty sleepy. "This is why I'm asking. " The blue haired guy grew more confused. "Huh?" "You like him?" At this moment Fang started praying to whatever god there was to cause a situation in which he was able to switch with whoever he was sat with. "What?" "I know y'all aren't dating and stuff, but you act like you do, it would be good for you.." Angelo stated with a slick smile on his lips. "What are you talking about? Did Buster tell you something? What do you mean dude??" He was pretty pissed off and just wanted those sweet 30 minutes to go to sleep.

"Noooo, this is confidential though, you can tell me, I see it anyway, trust me honey." The green haired man tried once again. "If I tell you will you please allow me to switch seats with somebody?" He saw Angelo just nod his head. "I don't know dude, he's my friend. Now can you please let me go?" "That didn't help me. But alright I guess." He sighed and walked past him. He tried to look around for an empty seat next to somebody, but couldn't spot any.

"The best I can offer you is to switch seats with Willow." Angelo offered, texting somebody. "Who is she sitting with?" He asked. "Hold on.. you would be sitting next to Edgar. She's trying to get some tea off of him as well, I mean, umm, girl what??" "Fuck no. Will you just not disturb me anymore?" "I suppose I can." He nodded and sat on his seat once again, yet decided to text Buster to ask him where he's sitting. It turned out that he was forced into sitting next to one of the teachers, the poor guy couldn't change his seats either.

They had arrived at the hotel once again, they now had about 2 hours for a break before they had some sort of workshop classes. Fang had decided to go on a walk instead of going back in, wanting to remain outside so he could breathe in some more air. He took his headphones out and put on some music, while he headed for a path that wouldn't get him lost if he went by it. After some time he kept walking purely so he could listen in music, and not to actually walk around. He admired the nature surrounding him, enjoying the peacefulness of it. He walked for some more and decided to go back, not wanting to be late or miss any announcements.

When he opened the door to the room there was no one there, which confused him, since he wasn't notified of anything. He checked the time, and it wasn't close to the set time for the classes either. He got a little more freaked out with each minute passing by, weirded out by the silence that went along with it. In the meantime he decided to finally take his coat and shoes off, since he's beens standing in them for some time now. He sat on his bed and decided to call Buster to ask him about his whereabouts. Following his action he just heard the phone go out on the nightstand, which meant he didn't take it with him. He tried to remember whether he had any of his other roommates' numbers saved, but after he scrolled through the list 5 times he didn't find anything.

Fang just thought that the best thing to do was either to go visit the teachers' room and ask them, but he didn't know where it was, or he could wait until 2:40PM at which they were told to come down to the lobby. He didn't want to stress about it anymore, so he called his mother who was very curious to hear about how the trip was going. He hoped that by the time he hung up they would be back, but that didn't happen. To make the time pass quicker he set the alarm 'till 2:20 and went to take a nap he ached for so badly.

He was woken up by the alarm some time later, so he got up and went to get dressed once again so he could come down like the teacher asked. It was his last resort since his roommates were still yet to be found, so he just prayed that he sees them outside. He ran down the stairs quickly, since dressing up took him so long he had about 2 minutes left. A wave of relief came over him when he noticed a familiar figure standing in the lobby, whom he came up to. "Dude, where were y'all, you got me all freaked out and shit. " He asked, a bit angry. "Imagine that I wondered the same about you, you didn't tell me where you went, bro. The teacher just offered to go to the store nearby with her, I didn't know when you would came back so we all went, and after we came back there was so little time there was no point in going upstairs. " Buster replied, shrugging. "Why didn’t you take your phone?" "Bro, she came in unexpectedly, we were put on the spot. Come on, I think we’re going now. " He said, getting interrupted by the moving people.

After a quick walk they had reached some sort of building in which these workshop classes were supposed to take place. They walked into the room and were greeted with pieces of wood set on the table along with some tools. After everybody took off their coats they sat down, Buster sitting next to Fang. Hell naw bro, they’re making us make little stuff out of these, trust me, I know, I was already forced into this once. " The ginger told him, shaking his head. "Maybe it’ll be fun this time?" To that he only shook his head again.

A dude explained and showed them how to carve them safely and all. Buster decided to make a little gift for his friend and attempted to crave a bag of popcorn, or something at least similar to that, he was lucky Fang was really appreciative of any sort of self- made stuff like that, if he wasn’t it would be really possible he would never speak to the ginger again after a piece so bad. It turned out that the blue haired guy had a similar idea to that, and made him something out of that wood as well. (i do not know what else to write here sorry)

Once they came back from that class it was nearing the time for dinner, so they didn’t go to their room and instead just went straight to the canteen. It turned out that they served pizza that night, which everybody was happy with. They sat down with not-so-big pieces of it on their plates. "Bro, why is this pizza so bad.." Buster turned around to face his friend after just one bite with an expression full of disgust. "Right dude.. It’s so rubbery too… but you know, appreciate what you have, they could’ve forced us to eat something much worse I fear. " He said, attempting to consume it without having to take a huge sip after every time he swallowed. They tried to eat what they have, but gave up after some time, deciding it’s not worth the torture.

"I swear, if I get food poisoning after this.." The blue haired said, going up the stairs. "I think it was just bad, but not moldy, at least I hope. " He heard his friend state, not paying attention and tripping on the stairs. "Fuck, isn’t this like the second time this day.." Buster helped him up. "You’re fucking dumb. " For that he deserved a jab in the ribs, a stronger one if you will. They managed to reach the door without a fight on the stairs, and went to lay on the beds immediately, saying hi to the people that were in the room already, of course. The rest of the evening went by pretty uneventfully, so after 4 hours of mindlessly scrolling on instagram reels they decided to go to sleep.

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Another day has came, and as far as the last one Fang had extreme troubles getting up, that day he actually felt well rested, instead of tired. He checked the time and decided to not lose any more time, so he went to change. The suitcase which yesterday was laid on the floor messily today has finally been unpacked, as he had moved his clothes to the cabinet next to the bed he slept in. He thought for a second when choosing his outfit, since he was a little scared his pants will get wet or dirty during the kayaking.

After he had finally picked out something he actually entered the bathroom, noticing his hair was pretty oily he decided to take a shower first. Getting a good sleep has really gotten to him, since he wasn't reluctant to do any stuff, being very motivated instead. He quickly brushed his hair after getting out of the shower, then brushed his teeth too. It seemed like everybody was still asleep, so he got pretty lucky not having to wait for somebody to free up the bathroom.

After he got out he made his bed just a little, so he wouldn't lay in - although clean - outdoor clothes in the sheets he slept in. He opened up one of the shelves and took out his headphones so he could plug them in as to not to disturb anybody. He noticed how dark it was outside, reminding him of the fact that it's finally winter. He decided to just go on his phone until everybody is ready or at least up, not having anything better to do.

About 10 minutes later he heard somebody's alarm ring, the sound being like a jumpscare (it is one though😔) to him, making him freeze for a second, mortified. "Sup dude?" He asked Buster after he noticed he finally had gotten up. "Morning.. Damn, why are you dressed 'n' all already?" He could tell that he was still pretty tired and unaware of his surroundings. "Ah, I got up early. " He replied, shrugging.

He noticed the ginger getting his clothes out, then heading to the bathroom to change. He was pretty sad that he wouldn't have anybody to talk to, even if it was just for a few minutes, and he was definitely not going to talk to his other roommates, each one pissing him off more than another. He got up from his bed and went over to the cabinet to get a fresh bottle of water, getting pretty thirsty.

Once Buster came back he involved himself into a conversation with him, which made the time pass way quicker and nicer. He took a quick glance at his phone and noticed it was almost time for breakfast, so he just told the others they were already going down, and that somebody else needs to close the door and hold the key.

After they got down the stairs and entered the cafeteria they were greeted with the pleasant scent of pancakes, making them rejoice a little, since it isn't ordinary to just get blessed with a meal like this. Fang got his pancake on the plate and smeared some jam over it, meanwhile the ginger got peanut butter on his. They grabbed the tea cups that stood on the end of the buffet, and got some tea. Sitting down the blue haired one hit himself once again, this time in the knee. Besides the pain the experience was pretty enjoyable, getting to eat something so delicious didn't happen too often.

After they finished their meal they were pretty satisfied, they came back to the room they were sleeping in, chatting while waiting for the time for kayaking to come closer. They discussed what type of clothes should their wear, 'cause knowing their coordination it was pretty possible they could tip the kayak over. They decided that they needed to change quickly as to not risk any clothes getting ruined. In the meantime more of their roommates came back into the room, interrupting their conversation.

Fang was pretty excited since he's been kayaking only once, and it was when he was a little kid, so he didn't remember anything from it either. On the other hand, Buster was pretty indifferent to it, if you were to put it in positive words of course. He knew the boredom that comes with it really well, and was hoping that maybe at least this time something interesting happens.

Once it was time, they all left the hotel and stood in front, waiting along their other classmates for the bus. Again, the second they saw it stop they rushed to take the best seat they could, this time succeeding. "Hell yeah dude, we finally got it.." Buster said, holding up his hand, fistbumping the other.

"Not to say anything, but there's like 3 other seats next to us, anybody could take them dude.." Fang managed to ruin the mood quickly. "Pray they're cool and shit." Their final bits of dopamine were taken away by a speaker that appeared in a guys hand, who was so sweet that he decided to sit right next to them on the back seats. "Fuuuuck.." The blue haired said quietly, looking at the ginger. "If he plays some tiktok shit I'm changing seats dude, I'm willing to sit at the very front, I don't care. " Buster notified him, looking pretty petrified.

Their assumptions were soon proven right, annoying pseudo-music greeting - although it would be described as assaulted more accurately - their ears. They got up as quickly as they can and ran to find any free seats left, eyes scanning for one desperately.

It seems that luck was really with them that day, since the universe was merciful enough to gift them with two free ones in about the middle. They took them fast, worried that somebody else might show up there, and then they would have no choice left.

About ten minutes after they adverted they could hear the teacher speak into the speaker. "I'm just going over the plan quickly. The kayaks are for two people, you can go at your own pace, but stick to the road since there's multiple of them, and you might get lost, so I'd recommend just sticking with the group. It's supposed to take three to four hours, depending on how fast will you guys be. If you have any questions you can ask me when we get out. "

"Why do they have us do all these spring-summer activities in winter, dude.. Two weeks and that river will be fucking frozen. " Buster commented, shaking his head. "Right?? They should've just organized it at the beginning of the school year, it would be so much easier. "

For the rest of the drive they just decided to play a game on their phones, losing every round miserably. (PIXEL GUN 3D GANG RISE UP ONG🔥🔥) After a bit Fang got a little nauseous from looking at his phone all the time, so he had to put it away and try to do something to prevent him from throwing up. Luckily for him it went away pretty quickly, tho Buster almost made him change his seats so he wouldn't get vomit on his pants.

Once they have arrived at their destination everybody got ou and turned their heads to some instructor guy. He explained that there's a shelf that they can put their backpacks into, and that he wouldn't risk going with them on the kayak.

Only a few steps in Fang already got pissed since he didn't notice the ground was muddy, which made both his shoes and pants a bit dirty. He decided to focus on that later and listen to the person speaking, so he wouldn't miss anything. He walked over along the others to the little house next to the renting place and took off his backpack, placing it next to a really vibrant one, so he wouldn't have trouble finding it later.

The instructor had lead them to another place once again, now actually talking about some rules that they needed to keep to during their time there. He didn't notice when people started to form into a line, but luckily his friend called him over, so they had a place in about the middle of it.

He watched as person after person got in and swam away, both bored and intrigued as to what might come in a few minutes. Once it was their turn the helper put a lifejacket on him, for which he sucked in his stomach unknowingly, and now it was tight enough to make him all uncomfortable.

"Do you wanna be in the front or back?" Buster asked him, while they stood in front of the kayak on the wooden panels above the water. "Mm, back, you said you've already gone kayaking many times, I don't remember anything though. " He responded, shrugging. He waited for the person accompanying him to get in, observing his GYATT🤑 in the meantime. He did this as to not tip the kayak over, which was likely to happen if they both tried at once. He stepped in with one foot, placing his left hand on the plastic board and fully getting in. He got handed an oar, which he took into his hands proudly.

"Vamosss!!" He heard the ginger in front of him yell, making a swift movement with his own paddle. He followed the pattern and off they went, trying not to go as fast, because once again, they wanted to make sure not to tip the kayak over.

The swim was pretty relaxing at first, they talked about whatever topics came into their heads, although a bit contrasting to that comfort was the temperature outside. Both of them wondered how did the teachers even find a spot like this at this time of the year, they appreciated that they were lucky enough to dress up warmly.

Fang looked around from time to time to see if he could spot any of his other friends, but at most times it was just random people he didn't recognize. He looked around again, this time his face was a little more stressed. "Dude.. Are you sure we went the right way?" He spoke, the sound of his words were like knives to the surrounding silence. "Fuck.. I'm not. Don't you see anybody?" The ginger asked, turning around, mildly concerned.

"Nah man.." He honestly wished that these beautiful random people would greet his field of vision once again, this time he would've appreciated the sight of them. They were swimming through a nice little path surrounded by trees, unfortunately they were getting more and more condensed, cutting off their light source just a little bit.

"Okay bro, what do we do now?" He asked, his voice cracking a little from the stress. "Well the logical thing would be to just go back the path we went by, until you recognize a spot you saw some people in. But all of them might've already passed that point, you know. Let's just go back a little and try a different path, maybe?" Buster responded, locking the kayak in place with his oar, locking it between the grass that was next to the edge of the stream.

"Yeah, I mean we could try I guess." Fang responded, trying to look back into his memories to maybe recognize a place in which the others were going by. They quickly paddled once again, going back the way they went. It was a little harder this time, because even though it wasn't a strong one, a current in the river was there.

Once they saw that they were no longer surrounded by the trees they stopped to take a look around once again. Buster's eye shone as he spotted a two-way split in the path, now going the other way.

It took them about 10 minutes, but soon their ears were greeted by the sound of a chatter far away. That meant that they had finally found their way back. They swum up and noticed that the one of the people in the boat was their roommate, Chester, along with some other girl that they only recognized from seeing.

"Hi fellas! What's up??" Chester asked, once they stopped next to them. "Dude, we got lost on this dumbass track. I almost shat my pants, man. " Fang spoke franticly, explaining how they had to swim around so much.

"Do you guys know where you are though?" The ginger that sat in front of him asked. "Yeah, we all were here a few minutes ago, the teacher said that now we can go at our own pace since it's only this one path for the rest of the swim. " The pink haired guy explained, pointing in front of them. They nodded, acknowledging what he just said.

"Wanna race?" Chester asked, taking a quick look at the girl sitting behind him, looking for a nod to see if she was up to do so with them. "Yeah, to where?" The blue haired agreed, nodding proudly. "See that fallen tree over there in the distance? Whoever reaches it first, wins. " "Alrightt.." Buster replied, moving their kayak a bit away from them so their paddles wouldn't hit each other.

"Three, two, one, go!!" Chester said, getting that sweet few milliseconds of advantage between his last words ringing out and the other boys' brain registering it. Fang swung his oar very fastly, trying to reach as farthest away from the kayak as he could, hoping it would improve their time somehow.

It seemed like they were on the lead, and weren't too far off from the finish spot either. They were both already pretty tired, and they knew that they wouldn't get a prize for winning or anything, but they still were extremely determined to win, there was a higher thing at stake here - their fragile masculinity🔥🔥

They had put all of their energy into it, and now it paid off, since they were first, the people they were racing against took about 3 more seconds to reach the finish. "Screw y'all. We should try again, you cheated. " They were confused as to how they could've cheated, but agreed. "Fine. We race until we reach the big stone over there. " Fang proposed, trying to let his arms rest for at least a second.

It seemed like the water path had tightened a little, forcing them to swim a bit closer to each other, which wouldn't have been a problem, but they splashed each other from time to time while paddling. It seemed like Chester really wanted to win, he tried doing some weird stuff, and momentally made the kayak tip around, making him and the girl fall into the water.

"Fuck you and your stupid ass race!!!" The girl screamed at him, understandably angry after being pushed into cold water so suddenly, they were even worried that she or Chester might go into thermal shock or something. "I'm sorry Mandy.." He apologized to her, trying to flip it back around. "Shove the sorries up your butt. I hate you. " She said, attempting to get back on the kayak, which was harder doing being in the water.

Fang just looked at Buster trying to comment on the situation without words. "Damn.. can we help you guys somehow?" The ginger asked, a bit concerned. "No, not really, unless you have a towel which i doubt. " The pink haired guy responded, looking a little guilty. "Umm.. I have a scarf, my grandma knitted it and it's similar in texture to a towel I guess. You can try warming yourself up with it or something.." Fang said, taking it out of his big ass pocket.

He handed them the towel, thinking about how cold they must be, he felt a little bad but also grateful that he wasn't the one that fell, and just a tiny bit that they won again. "Can we do anything else?" He asked them. "No, not really, you can go if you want. " After this reply he started to move his oar again, swimming forward, a little guilty leaving them like that out there.

They had finally arrived at the end of the path, most people already waiting, but he noticed some of the familiar faces were still missing. He walked along the ginger to get his stuff back, remembering how he got a bit of the tea from the buffet into a thermos this morning, so he opened his bag up and took it out, taking a sip. It definitely warmed him up, even though it wasn't even that cold this time.

After a bit of waiting a few more people came back, it turned out that Mandy and Chester weren't the only ones to fall into the water, apparently Edgar with his friend whom they didn't know fell in too, for him they didn't feel a bit of compassion for though, they were sigmas, they did not tolerate emo LGTV pussies🐺🐺🔥🔥💯💯.

It was nearing 3PM when the last people came, he and Buster tried to find their racing buddies in the crowd to make a small apology for contributing to the event and to ask them how they felt. "Did your clothes menage to dry at least a bit?" He questioned them. "Yeah, a little. Thanks for the scarf, dude. " Chester replied, handing the thing back. "Sorry about this, I feel like we are a little guilty in this. " Buster apologized, a little troubled. "Oh it's not your fault, if he wasn't so stupid this wouldn't have happened. " Mandy replied, reassuring them. "I said I'm sorry, the kayak they gave us was broken or shit. "

Fang was a little tired out from the emotions he had to go through during this whole thing, so once the bus came he only thought about sleeping. After he took his spot next to Buster he got his headphones out and put on some music. "Dude, do you mind if I sleep on your shoulder? These chairs are uncomfortable. " He asked, turning his head to him. "Yeah, no worries man. " He felt a little fuzzy at the touch, but he very much enjoyed sleeping on the ginger’s shoulder, it wasn’t really the first time either, as everybody around them knows.

Buster noticed the other one dozed off very quickly, and turned his head slightly to stare at him. Although from an angle like this not much of his face was visible, he still took the time to admire his beauty.

Ironically, the person whom he liked so much created hatred for his own self, the ginger believed that he looked hideous, compared to Aphrodite’s son, as he perceived. He took his free hand to take his hair into it, examining it and brushing it a little. It was a big dopamine boost, just looking at him. It was interesting, how many emotions, which were all bottled up, Fang made him feel.

He felt a little scared longing into the happiness, each time he realized that the suspected feelings might be real, he felt himself turn pale. It wasn’t really the normal feeling of fear, but rather this weird feeling in the chest, or as if your stomach was being sucked into a black hole.

He decided to leave those thoughts and just enjoy the moment, which he knew would come to an end soon, since they were approaching the hotel.

Once the vehicle parked he - although very reluctantly - tapped his shoulders a few times to wake him up. "We’re here man. Did you sleep well?" Buster asked, getting up from his seat and putting his backpack back on. "Yeah dude.. I had a nice dream. " (radiohead reference…) He heard him reply while getting his coat on. "What was it about?" He asked as they walked between the seats, then out the bus. "Mmm.. it was about you." Fang replied, smiling, strolling along him as they made their way to the hotel.

"What about me?" "I won’t tell, nu uh. I will just tell you it was very, very enjoyable. Also did you change your perfume or shit? You smell nice. " The blue haired asked, making his way up the stairs. "Yeah, I did. Hey man, do you wanna go have a little picnic after dinner? I mean, wouldn’t call it a picnic 'cause we won’t eat, but just lay out there, you know?" Buster asked, shrugging. "Sure!"

They got back into their room, getting the other resident’s looks. "Why are y’all late?" Chester asked, tilting his head up and looking at them. "We were the last ones out here bus, we were here 2 minutes later than you, dude. Also go fucking change, you’re still wet and those clothes reek 'cause of that water. " Buster replied, pointing his finger at him. "Fuck y’all.." He replied, walking into the bathroom.

"Hey dude, I was thinking, wanna go to the store? I heard the teacher does this going to the shop thing again. " Fang asked, sitting on his bed. The ginger replied by nodding so he got up and left the room. They waited in the lobby for her to get down there, and once she did they went out. Lucky for them, it was a small group of people this time, maybe about eight or nine people?

After a 20 minute walk they reached the alley with the shops, the teacher left them be. "Mmm, let’s ask a homeless guy to get us beer, I’ll pay him extra so he can buy some food for himself or something. " Fang proposed, walking in front of the ginger. "Great idea, how will you hide it tho? The teachers will get pissed, dude. " "Nah, it’s fine, I have my ways. "

Once they received the can from the homeless man they asked, Fang went into a normal grocery store. He walked over to the crisps aisle, and took a can of pringles. He quickly got his money out and paid, walking out to a waiting Buster. "Come behind the cornerstore, so that nobody will see.

They squatted down and the blue haired took out his new acquisition, asking the other to hand him the beverage. "Just eat some, I know you like them. " Fang said, taking out all the chips and putting them into another random container and handing them to the ginger, meanwhile he put the can inside. He took another few chips again to put on top of it, so that nobody would see.

"Is it really that serious dude?" Buster asked, walking out. "Yes, yes. Do you want her to call our parents?" He replied. "Maybe you’re right.." They got back to their supervisor and waited for the others to come back. A few minutes passed and they were off to the road again, walking a bit fastly.

After they ate the dinner they hurried up the stairs, very excited for the thing they had planned. Buster took the blanker he had prepared, while Fang packed some food and something to drink, that can of pringles as well.

They said their byes to their roommates, letting them know that they were going out for a while. It had chilled down since the afternoon, now nearing the evening. They walked for a second then Buster pointed in a direction unknown to the other. "It’s a very pretty spot over there, come. " He said, showing him to hurry with his hand.

He put the blanket down and laid down, this company soon did the same. It was still pretty light outside, but you could tell that it would be getting dark soon. Buster got his camera out, and pointed it to the boy sitting next to him, who wasn’t really paying attention, which caused him to jump a little once he both heard and saw the flash.

"What are you doing?" Fang asked, tilting his body to face him. "Taking pictures of.. umm.. nature. " He replied, smiling. He turned the flash off and took a few more pictures, then looked at them. "Show me!!" The blue haired one exclaimed, moving over and looking at the photos. "Those are not of nature, dude." Fang commented, although he wasn’t mad. "You look so gorgeous in those pictures, bro.." He said, staring down at his device.

"It’s just that you’ve got a hand for photography. These look very nice, it’s your merit that I came out well. " He felt a hand being placed on his shoulder. "Nah man, you’re really handsome. Would you mind if I took a little more pictures?" Buster asked. "No, no, go ahead. " The ginger smiled again bringing up the camera to his face and taking a few more shots. "You look so cool."

This repeated a few times, and Fang was really flustered with the comments he was getting. It was making his - although already a very high - ego skyrocket. He took out the sweets he got in his backpack and laid it on the blanket. They didn’t notice once it had happened, but something passed by and stole them.

"Hey!!" The blue haired yelled out, getting up. Upon taking a closer look he recognized the thief, it was the girl they met today, Mandy. It seems like she felt a bit guilty because she came back and gave them back to them, although only half.

"What the fuck are you doing here? Aren’t you with your boyfriend or something?" Fang asked, looking up at her. "First of all, if you mean who you mean, he is not my boyfriend, he is very gay and I hate him. Second of all, umm, it’s 'cause me and Collette were passing by, and we thought you guys are so cute together, and I saw that you have candy.

"This doesn’t make any sense girl. Also fuck you mean together??" The blue haired spoke once again, confused. "Hm? You’re dating, right?" The green haired girl asked, looking down a bit surprised. "No we aren’t!! We are doing some manly bonding over here, now leave. " "Sorry.." She replied, walking back to the white haired woman.

They overheard them saying something like 'oh, they looked so sugoi!!!' when they were walking away. "Dude, what was that about?" Buster asked, looking at him strangely. "I don’t know man. They’re prolly fujoshis or shit like that. " He replied, shaking his head.

He looked up to the sky and didn’t even realize that the sun has almost gone down, making the stars visible. "Dude look!!" He exclaimed, pointing towards the sky. "Fuck, the stars look so beautiful.. We’re lucky we’re in the mountains, pretty isolated, the light pollution must be low here.

Fang reached over to his backpack, taking out his beloved can of pringles, handing the few leftover crisps to Buster, while he opened the beverage, taking a sip. "Mmm.." He said, passing the thing to the other boy. "What flavor did you take?" He asked, taking a sip right after posing the question. "Mmm, I belive it’s grapefruit with lime, or something like that. "

They passed the can amongst each other until they finished, it obviously wasn’t enough to get them drunk, but they got a nice buzz on. Buster laid down again, and patted a spot next to him. The blue haired did the same, putting his head in a way that his neck was on the ginger’s arm.

"Man, I was thinking.. listen. " The blue haired one said. "Hm?" "You cook one meal, you’re not a cook. You draw one dick in your notebook, you’re not an artist. Now, you suck one dick.." Bister giggled. "Mane, are you telling me you’re gay or shit??" He asked. "No, no, no!!! It’s a hypothetical. "

They laid some more, talking. Once it was fully dark, the ginger pointed at the stars, saying something, but Fang didn’t really listen. He admired his face, staring at it frantically. "You know what’s prettier than the stars dude.." "Yeah?" Buster asked, turning his head around to him. "Your eyes bro.. take these off. " He said, pulling off the other’s glasses, only later realizing what he said.

"Hmm.. Thanks, I don’t think so though. " The ginger’s cheeks flushed a light shade of pink, taking that compliment to the heart. He got the very, very strong urge to just kiss him then, but he blocked himself. He explained it with the fact that he had alcohol, he wasn’t thinking straight or something, and he was for sure scared to fuck up the only true friendship he had.
Little did he know, the same was on the other’s mind.

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"You guys going to Emz's party at 3?" Angelo asked, looking up from his phone. "Three as in three PM?" Fang asked, furrowing his eyebrows, a little confused. "Duh. " "Why is she throwing a party in the middle of the day, dude.." The chinese wasn't particularly having a grasp on the idea.

"I asked too, she says it's 'cause we are going out camping in the evening, blah blah blah." The green haired man responded, walking over to the bed Fang shared with Buster (real ancient chinese rule says that sleeping in the same bed as your bro helps to keep the evil spirits way✅🙏🏼) and showing him the texts he exchanged with the girl.

"Ah, sure then. Buster, you coming?" He turned around to face him. "Mm, yeah, I can. " The ginger replied, shrugging. "And you Chester, Edgar?" Angelo questioned, walking over to sit down. "Pass." The jester replied. "Hard pass. " Edgar replied, showing a big thumbs up with his hands.

"Whatever, me and you boys will have fun, won't we?" The green haired man smiled. "Yeah!! She got some alcohol, right?" Fang asked, looking over at the opposite side of the room.

"Yeah, she got some exotic stuff, her daddy is reach so she stole some, I think like, russian, morroccan, polish, and spanish vodka. " Angelo replied, shrugging. "I'll pass on the vodka, if I get drunk as shit I'll fall into the fireplace later. She got any beer?" "You and your goddamn beer. We drank yesterday!" Buster elbowed him, not eager to drink again.

"Hey! I'm not sharing with you the next time. " Fang crossed his arms. "Man, you are a bigger beer connoisseur than a single father of three who watches football all of the time. " The ginger replied, shaking his head.  "Whateva. " The chinese replied, glancing at the time and getting up.

"It's like 2:30 already, I'm gonna go get ready so I don't look like ass and the chicks like me. " He opened the bathroom door and got some of Angelo's hairspray in his, making little fangs out of his bangs🔥🔥He got an idea but he wasn't sure, so he quickly came back to Buster to ask him.

"Bro, do you think girls fall for guys with the black pencil thing under guy's eyes??" He asked him quickly. "I mean yeah, if you're buff and shit. This will just make you mistaken for one of them, you might have a chance with a lesbian, though. " The ginger replied cheekily. "Fuck you.." He told him, going back to get ready.

It was now about 2:55 PM. "What room is Emz's one?" Fang asked Angelo. "215, let's go already, from what I hear it's already been going on for some time. " The green haired man replied, getting up. The asian walked over to his friend, notifying him it was time to go.

The trio walked down the stairs, walking through the hotel's corridor, trying to find the correct dorm. Once they spotted the number they knocked on the door, being greeted by a hug from the girl. She welcomed them in, and commented something on trying to keep quiet so the teachers won't come.

"Okayyyy, who wants to play truth or dare?" Emz asked, addressing everybody, who unconsciously sat in a circle. She got out a used bottle, and put it in the middle. She spun it, and it landed on their mutual friend Colt. "Truth or dare?" She asked with a slick smile.

"I'm hardcore, I want dare. " He replied eagerly. "Down three shots of this. " She giggled, pouring a drink into a small glass. The boy quickly poured it down his throat, shoving it to her to refill. "Damn. " He commented, feeling his throat start to burn.

After he calmed down a little he spun the bottle around once again, this time it landed on Colette. Colt just sighted, asking. "Truth or dare?" "Hmmm... Dare." The white haired girl replied in an excited tone. "Mm.. show one page from your scrapbook. " He shrugged. The girl got a little flustered, but got it out of her bag and went through it, presumably trying to find the most normal page.

"Here. " She pulled out a page about herself, most of the text there was stuff like 'I'm 17. ' 'I like the color purple. ', so it was a little disappointing for the group to not actually get to see anything more interesting. She quickly ran over to her nightstand and put it back into a shelf, sitting down and spinning the bottle again.

She grinned seeing who it landed on, it was just what she wanted. "Fang, truth or dare?" She asked. The chinese quickly analyzed the situation and came to the conclusion that she was probably going to make him realize one of her sick fantasies if he picked dare, and truth wouldn't do much harm.

"Truth. " He spoke firmly. To that she just giggled which already helped him realize that the question she was going to pose won't be a normal one either. "Are you a virgin?" She smiled sheepishly. "I'm sorry?" The gazes were now directed to him, which didn't help with the fact that he just got asked one of the worst questions ever. He deemed it very invasive and was confused as to why nobody said anything about it.

"Come on.." Collette said, trying to get the information out of him. "Well, yeah..?" He sighed, willing to leave the party now. To that the girl just nodded slowly. He quickly gave the bottle a spin to get the attention off of him. It landed on Angelo, who was on his phone at the moment.

"Hey, dude, truth or dare?" The blue haired guy asked. "Dare, honey.." He put his phone into his pocket and looked up. "Shit, mm, I don't know, do 20 jumping jacks or shit. " He replied shrugging, turning to his friend once he started.

"The fuck was that question?" He asked Buster, still unhappy with what happened. "I don't know dude, it's sick, we can go if you want and it's making you uncomfortable. " The ginger replied, whispering. "No, no, don't worry, I can stay some more. " He commented, shaking his head.

The game went on and nothing particular or worth noting happened, until Mandy got the chance to spin the bottle again and it landed on Buster. She whispered something to Collette swiftly, then promptly asked. "Truth or dare?" She smiled in a peculiar way.

"Ummm.. truth. " He tried playing it safe following his friend, but he knew this wouldn't help much just looking at the question that Fang was asked. "Who's the most attractive person in this room right now?" He figured out what she was trying to do, so he quickly looked around, so he could just point to a random girl and make it come off normal.

"Uhh.. Just attractiveness-wise, I think you could say ummm.. Charlie I suppose?" He was pretty unsure with his words since he didn't want it to come off as if he liked her or something, but also knew he couldn't give the honest answer. "And now pick a dude. " Mandy smiled. "No, no, you asked your truth, you would need to get me again to ask me this. " He replied, shaking his head and putting the bottle into motion.

Just a few rounds later by some unfortunate force (authors wish😈😈🔥🔥) Mandy managed to somehow spin the bottle in a way that it, once again, landed on Buster. He just frowned, knowing what will come. "Truth or dare, Buster?" She had a big grin plastered on her face. He just gave her the thousand yard stare, pondering at which choice could get him more fucked. But hey, admitting a man looks nice isn't gay, no?

"Truth. " He sighed. "So tell me, who is the most attractive guy in this room right now?" He quickly came up with an excuse in his head. "Umm, well, I've seen how he tries to just get himself to look nice 'n' all, so I guess Fang, yeah?" He shrugged, deeming it was more gay to call a random man attractive instead of just complementing a friend. "Thanks bro. " The aforementioned boy jabbed him in the arm.

Some more time passed but it was extremely uneventful, so after a few hours spent there Fang and Buster decided to get going. The chinese couldn't say he wasn't disappointed, he hoped for something to happen, maybe get a little help from the two girls who didn't even know they were helping or something, just anything. He didn't really know what he expected, but in the back of his mind it existed, he knew the exact reason and exactly what he desired, but just decided to deny it, hoping he may believe these delusions.

After dinner, they were told to dress up and get outside, as the event organizers have planned to have a snack at the fireplace. "Man, I don't wanna go.." Fang commented, looking over at the ginger while laying in the bed. He needed a hug or something, but knew he would get taunted on by the others in the room. "Nah, come on man, it's gonna be fun!!" Buster encouraged him, smiling.

"By the way, we should start to get dressed, they want us in front of the building in 20 minutes. " He said, opening the wardrobe and browsing his clothes. The chinese just spun his body around and opened up the cabinet next to him, searching for something warm to wear.

He quickly ran to get dressed not wanting to wait for the occupied bathroom to free up, getting on the stuff hurriedly. He came out and got some sneakers on, not minding getting mud on them in case it rained. It was surprising how fastly his friend joined him, following that they exited the room, not waiting for the others.

There were already some people waiting in the lobby, so they took a seat on one of the couches placed there. "Are you gonna eat sausages or marshmallows?" The ginger asked him, turning his head. "Mmm.. I'd like both, honestly, we'll see. " He replied, shrugging, waiting for the teacher to appear.

Once she came and everybody was there, they went out, making their way to a nearby forest. The walk was very mundane, especially since it was almost pitch black. They had arrived at the reserved spot for the fireplace, the teacher was saying something so they gathered around. "As you can see, there are multiple spaces for the fireplaces, you can split into a few groups, the hotel staff will monitor the fire, just in case. "

"Dude, let's go take one, quick!!" Fang tapped his friend on the shoulder frantically, pointing to an unreserved one farther away. He run up to it and sat at the bench, waiting for the ginger to follow. "Mind if I join you fellas?" Chester asked, approaching them. "Sure man! You can invite some people too, as long as they're not annoying twats. " The chinese replied to him. To that the pink haired man got up and went up, as they assumed, to an acquaintance of his, inviting him to join them. He soon came back with some guy and Mandy, sitting down once again.

"This is Grom by the way. " He said, pointing to the man sitting next to him.  "Hi dude, I'm Fang. " He got up to shake his hand. "I'm Buster." They all got acclimated, yet the fireplace still wasn't one. "Somebody needs to go collect the wood, there isn't even a bit of it here!! " Mandy commented, frowning. "I'll go!" Buster suggested, standing up. "You sure dude? Want me to go with you?" Fang placed his hand on the other's shoulder, counting minnesotas in his head. "No, I'll be fine, don't worry. I will be back in a few minutes. " He smiled, reassuring him.

While they waited for him to come back with the wood they talked about different stuff, some drama and gossip. "Mandy, you were at the party with us, isn't Colt drunk like a cunt right now?" Fang asked, remembering the dare he was given. "I don't know how strong it was, but yeah, he should. " She giggled, turning her head around, trying to spot him somewhere.

Some minutes passed, and Fang was checking the time frantically, scared for his friend. "I'm a bit nervous, he didn't come back yet.. I think I'm gonna go look for him. " The chinese stated with an unpleasant expression on his face. "I'll go with you, in case you get lost or shit. " Chester offered, getting up. To that he only nodded, starting to walk in the direction in which Buster went.

He felt the grass underneath him being very moist, even though he had shoes on. The humming of the trees brushing against the air disturbed him, being very annoying. He looked around with the flashlight turned on in his phone, desperately searching for his friend. "Busterrrr, dudeeeee!!" He yelled, trying to get him to hear him. "Should we split?" He offered to his company. "Nah, I came here in case you got lost, if we split there will be no point in me coming here. " The pink haired man replied, shrugging. "Yeah, maybe you're right.."

Buster walked around a bit disoriented, making a few wrong turns caused him to lose sight of the light, now only relying on the phonescreen with the brightness turned up to maximum. He wished there was some service here, but looking at the fact he was in the mountains, in the forest, it wasn't surprising to find there wasn't any.

He was a little scared but figured that he will find a way out, remembering that one damned geography class where they taught him that moss grows on the northern side, which maybe might've helped if he knew what direction was the camp in.

"Fuck dude, I'm so scared, I hope he isn't lost.." Fang said with his voice shivering a little. "Think about how scared the poor fella himself must be. But in all seriousness, I think we will find him, buddy." Chester patted him on the back. "But what if we don't find him?? I have so much to say to him dude. " "Don't make up some death scenarios, anyway, just give him a box of rafaello or something, it's more than a thousand words, eh?" He snickered, jabbing him with his elbow.

Some voice hit Buster's ear, which gave him a lot of hope, he decided to get closer to the source of it. Once it was more audible he realized it belonged to his favorite person, which made him smile a little. "SHUT THE FUCK UP I SWEAR TO GOD!!! ARE YOU NOT SCARED FOR HIM YOU TWAT!!! CAN YOU BE SERIOUS FOR ONCE??!! I CAN'T BELIEVE THIS.." Fang rambled on, screaming at him angrily.

"Dude, chill, I'm here." Buster spoke, bringing the attention of the boy. "Bro I was so fucking worried holy shit!!" The chinese went to hug him tightly. "Beware, I have wood with me, the grass has a lot of dew on it, it's really wet, might get your clothes dirty. " "I don't care, man.." Fang said, his words coming out a little muffled since he had his fave buried in Buster's big boobs. 🔥🔥🔥The ginger quickly handed the wood to Chester, so his hands were free to reciprocate the hug.

"Alright, did you guys note of how you made your way, though?" Buster asked after a good minute. "Yeah, I left a trail of some stones. " Chester replied, taking out little pebbles out of his pocket. "I swear to god, we aren't gonna see this shit in this darkness." The ginger commented, shaking his head. "Whatever, I will, trust!" The pink haired man replied, making two guns out of his hands.

He observed Chester get a little 58in1 kit out of his pocket, holding down a button which activated a little flashlight. He pointed it to the ground and started following the path he created before. "So, since it’s only this and next year left, what do you fellas plan to do after high school?" He asked, still shining at the little rocks.

"Mmm, I was thinking about photography or film, I don’t give a shit about school this year, but the next one I’m gonna try and put some more effort into it, so I can be let into some nice college and major in those. " Buster said, following him.

"I don’t know, that’s what scares me a little… I always envisioned myself behind a cash register at Tesco. But I was honestly thinking about photography too, it is nice. " The chinese stated, looking at the two boys in front of him.

"Very nice, great success. " Chester replied, showing them a thumbs up. "I’m too tired for Borat right now dude. " Fang commented, sighing. "Whatever, all y’all do is talk and watch movies yet you can’t appreciate the biggest cinematic masterpiece ever made. " The pink haired man shook his head.

After about 3 minutes they finally left the woods, going back to the fireplace. "Finally. What took you guys so long?" Mandy asked, looking over at them. "He got lost, then we got lost. " Chester stated, pointing at Buster, who placed the wood in the designated place in the meantime.

Fang took out a matchbox that was laying around in his pocket, and took out a match, lighting it up, then throwing it into a pile of wood. "Did you at least bring over the food while we were gone?" "Yeah! It’s right here. " Mandy said, pointing at a table nearby.

They each grabbed a pitchfork standing next to the table (is that what they’re called????????? I mean those long ass sticks with like a sharp thing at the end and you put the sausage on it and it’s fucking yummy) and started roasting whatever they had on it.

Fang got both a sausage and a slice of bread on it at once, hoping that would allow him to eat faster. While holding up the fork above the fire his was hit with another person’s one. "Hey!!" He elbowed Buster while the other just smiled. He started to nudge the ginger’s one as well, so he could avenge his beautiful pitchfork.

They spent a good two minutes just hitting each other’s ones, until the marshmallow on Buster’s one slipped out and fell into the flames. "Fuck you!" "Man up and take a sausage then. " The chinese shrugged. "No, no, no. A sausage only belongs with a sip of a good ol’ beer, especially from a fireplace. " "You really are a divorced 48 year old man at heart." Fang stated, shaking his head.

They all ate their meals, and once it was nearing 9 PM they started heading towards the hotel. Fang walked along Buster at the very end, just talking. The blue haired boy got interrupted by a snowflake falling onto his face. "Dude!!! First snow of the winter!!" He turned around to shake his friend by the shoulders quickly, who just smiled at that.

"Wanna stay out for a while and stroll around?" The ginger asked, stopping before the door. "Hell yes dude. " Was the response he received. So they did, admiring the snowfall. They had taken a path near the lake, just talking and joking.

A lack of attention from Fang caused him to stumble upon a rock and fall over, because he was too busy staring at Buster. (homosexuality does NOT heal❌❌)(I am sorry I keep making him trip over stuff) "Shit. " He yelled, massaging his temples after getting up with the help of his friend.

"Everything alright?" The ginger asked, looking at him with worry. "Yeah, I’m just a little dizzy, it’ll pass. " The chinese explained, taking a seat on the now snowy ground. "Aren’t you worried you’re gonna get your clothes wet? " To that he looked up at him to reply. "No, no, I’m more worried about passing out or shit. " He replied, shrugging.

While taking some time to heal up he admired the features of his friend that were illuminated by the soft, warm light of the lanterns. "You’re pretty. " He said, smiling. "Hey, that offends my manhood!! If you want to complement then I’m handsome, not pretty. I’m not a chick dude. " The ginger replied, with irony audible in his voice.

"No, no, listen.. you’re like.. mm… you’re both very handsome but have like, mm.. ethereal features so that makes you pretty. " He answered, shrugging. "You hit your head hard when falling and it shows. Come on, let’s go back, it’s getting late and I fear the boars might come out. " Buster replied, offering him a hand to get up.

They walked back, the cold evening air starting to hurt their face, which was very contrasting to the warmth that they were greeted with once they opened the door. Walking up the stairs they quietened their chatter, fearing they might get scolded for both being out so late, and being loud so late.

"Where have you been?" Angelo asked, looking up from his phone. "Walking, talking. " Fang replied, shrugging. They must’ve lost track of time, since everybody else in the room was already wearing their pajamas.

The chinese decided to go take a quick shower, as to not disturb his roommates later on. It really warmed him up, making him way more comfortable getting into bed.

Once it was time to actually go to sleep, he moved closer to Buster. "Dude, I don’t care what they think, I got scared as shit today, I wanna hug you, sorry." He whispered, even though it was extremely easy to hear, even from the farthest point of the room. "Yeah, yeah, sure. I’m happy to, bro. "

Angelo pulled his phone out, and started texting a little groupchat he made, which consisted of him, Chester, and Edgar. It’s not that he didn’t feel bad for talking behind the two’s back, but he also kinda wanted to. "I dob’t wanna lose you dude.." He heard the chinese say. To that he snorted a little, not realizing how audible it may be.

'i saif thid before, this is gayer than gay porn bro😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂🤣😂😂🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🤫🤫🤫🤫🤫🤫🤫🤫🤫🤫🤫🤫🤫' A notification like this appeared on the top of Angelo’s screen, notifying him of a new message on the groupchat. 'Right?💀💀' He read the emo reply, to that he responded himself. They chatted for a bit, just ridiculing the situation a little, but after some time all of them started to feel a little guilty, knowing they were just two sigmas in an omega world that found each other, it was explainable why they sticked together. 🙏🏼🙏🏼🙏🏼

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"Dude, I was thinking, maybe it's smart to pack now?" Fang asked Buster, waiting for the other roommates to get ready so they could go to breakfast. "Hm? Why?" "'Cause look, we are going camping today, right? Tomorrow we only get time until breakfast and then we gotta check out and shit. So I'm thinking, do it quickly after we eat, then they make us go camping, and the next day we won't be in a rush, yeah?" He replied, shrugging.

"That actually ain't dumb.. Yeah, maybe even let's start now, we will have more time to do so. " The ginger replied, getting up. The chinese nodded and dragged his suitcase from under the bed, zipping it open. He was already dressed, so he only left one outfit for tomorrow in the drawer, packing up the rest.

"Fuuuck, I gotta wait till the bathroom is free so I can get my stuff from there.." Fang stated, laying back on his bed. He took his phone out and started doing something on it to pass the time. "When will you update the motivation page? I bet your fans are waiting, bro.." Buster smirked, shaking his head dramatically.

"Ah shit, you're right. " He replied, franticly tapping on his phone. "Okay dude, today's motivation video is... 'male or female, sucking your dick keeps your masculinity high'" He told him smiling. "I am pretty sure that people will not agree with this one, bro.."

"No, no, you wouldn't get it. " The chinese replied, waving his finger around to signal 'no'. Their discourse was interrupted by Chester yelling at them to get out of the room so he could close it, since everybody was pretty hungry by now. They all went down the stairs, rushing to the canteen so they could get the most delectable things to eat.

Fang got a plate and reluctantly put some bread on it, along a bit of stuff to add on the top. Walking over he almost dropped his plate, since some person was generous to run around in front of him, taking him by surprise. He poured the now lukewarm, if not slightly cold tea into a cup he had previously taken along the plate, and tried finding a spot to sit at.

He wasn't really in the mood to eat, since it was pretty early and he didn't wake up that long ago. He waited for his friend to join him, hoping at least that would make the experience slightly less mundane. It felt like a chore to him rather than a normal experience, he didn't feel like he'd benefit from eating either, so after Buster sat down he offered him the food he took, saying he already ate and sandwich and he took too much food and now was stuffed.

He decided to at least enjoy the tea, which generally saying wasn't really that bad, although he didn't pay much attention to it, since he really just wanted to go to the camping thing already. Once he had finished what he had to drink he just looked over at the ginger and talked with him, hoping to make the time pass.

Noticing that he finished his food he got up along him, getting his plate into his hands and carrying it to the canteen's window. He walked over to the table Chester was sitting at, asking for the key to the room so he could pack some more.

The pink haired man handed him the key, muttering something about a mess. They hurried up the stairs, wanting to finish packing before anybody else occupies the bathroom or starts doing something that would disable them to pack.

Fang skimmed the room with his eyes, trying to check whether he didn't leave anything. "Wait, leave some shit over, we're gonna need to put something in the backpacks for the whole camping thing today. " Buster told him, leaning over his back.

"Hm? Yeah, maybe you're right. " He answered him, shrugging, then looking through the things he stuffed inside of the suitcase, checking whether there was anything that might come to use later.

"Want me to take a flashlight?" He asked, taking one out. "Yeah, sure, totally. " "We're spending the night in the tent, yeah? " The chinese made sure, while putting some stuff into his backpack. "Mhm. There would be no point in taking a tent and not using it, would there?" Buster asked him, leaning over his back once again. "Stop speaking like a brit, bro. "

After a few minutes he was ready to put the suitcase back under the bed, pretty happy with the fact that he won't have to pack later. By that time the other roommates have already gotten back to the room, now discussing something loudly.

"Do you guys know what time do we go out there?" Fang asked a little loudly, addressing the people in the room. "Uhhh, I heard it was at like, 11AM I heard. " Angelo replied, not interested in looking up from the phone he was holding. "Ah, alright, thanks. "

(sorry for complaining this is unrelated to the story dude i dint wanna write this ughhjgjgjggjggjghhhhhhhh........... so sorry if the update was late people k am struggling not to give up on this..... 😒😒😒)

Once the time has come they gathered their things and locked the room, not wanting people to steal their things while they were away. It seemed like their arrival at the lobby was a little belated, since it turned out most of the people were only waiting for the 5 of them to come.

"The tents are stood behind the counter, take one for two people, and don't try to unwrap it until we arrive at the spot. " The teacher informed them, pointing to the place. Fang waited until most people took theirs, so he wouldn't have to squeeze through them.

Once a few were left he came over there and took one under his arm. Moments later they were off, following the organizer's lead. "You found a tent-buddy?" He asked Buster, sincerely hoping the answer would be 'no'. "Actually one nice lady offered me, but I'm scared she's all 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴𝔂 and shit, I barely know her so I told her nu uhhhh" The ginger replied, explaining with his hands franticly. "Wanna join me then?" He questioned him. "You know it bro!!" He heard him answer, to that he just nodded and smiled.

They honestly expected the walk to be a few minutes long, assuming it was near the place with the campfires. They were proven incorrect by the 28th minute spent walking through an endless lawn, in cold weather.

"Would you mind carrying the tent? My arms are starting to hurt. " Fang asked him, repositioning the thing in his hands. "Yeah, no worries. " Buster took it from him, trying to carry it in a way that it doesn't poke out the eye of the person behind them.

It seemed as if the path was never to end, it felt as if they were in a constant loop, surrounded by the same scenery over and over again. After Fang almost lost all hope they arrived at a campsite.

"Dude, my legs are fucking killing me. " He commented, turning his head to Buster. "Yeah, mine too.. But hey, at least I'll get skinny. " He gave him a little thumbs up. "Please don't.." The chinese replied, reminiscing the sight of the wonderful pair of manboobs he owned😞.

"Alright, you're now free to put your tents out, just remember, if you damage them you'll have to repay the school, so report any damage that's already been done to it now, so you won't suffer the consequences. " The teacher spoke firmly.

"Alright man, time to do this. " Fang sighed, looking at the grass that was still moist from yesterday's snow. "Do you know how to pop up a tent?" Buster asked him with slight hope in his voice. "I mean... You could do it just based on logic, yeah?" He smiled. "We'll figure something out. Just google it or shit. "

Fang pulled his phone out of his pocket, relieved to find service. He quickly searched up what they were looking for. "Okay, so first of all, mm, you gotta lay down the footprint. " He shrugged, looking through the assembly they put on the ground. "Won't the wind blow it away?" Buster asked him, scratching the back of his neck. "You'll have to hold it down, or we could place some stones on it, I think. " He responded, looking around for some rocks.

Once that was done he glanced at his phone again. "Ummm, lay out the body of the tent now. " They struggled around with it a little, but after some great work put in they managed to do so. "How many steps left?" Buster asked him. To that he only stared at him intensely, in fear that he will have to do the next 58 steps alone without help.

"Okay man, time to assemble the poles. " Fang told him, not responding to his question. They didn't really know what they were doing, the article having explained it in a very weird way didn't help either, which basically made it a guessing game. They stuck some poles together and looked at it from above, trying to figure out whether they had done it correctly.

"Okay, umm, we now have to actually attach the them to the tent. " He read put, glancing at the poorly connected poles. The chinese found some clips in the set they were given, so he figured he would need to use them to attach it. For two guys having the slightest clue about whatever they were doing it honestly didn't turn out too bad.

"Do we have a rainfly along this thing?" He asked the ginger, moving closer to him so he could show him the article on his phone. "Uhhhhh... Yeah, I believe?" "Mhm, so they say we needa lay it out on it. " They decided to not fuck around, and just laid it on there, knowing damn well that it would fly off.

"Ah, I think now we can do the thing where you stick the shit into the ground. " Fang told Buster, smiling at his phone. "With what?" The ginger sat on his knees, trying to find something. "You push the pegs into the ground with rocks it says. " "Hehe.. pegging, am I right fellas?" Buster giggled, awakening the 12 year old in him😈😈"Please stop acting like Chester, you're freaking me out dude. "

After some figuring out they tried to push the first one into the ground, taking a not-so-small stone, and hitting the peg repeatedly. Surprisingly it seemed to work pretty well, so they repeated the process with the other ones.

"Our sweet beautiful baby dude. " Buster patted him on the shoulder, smiling at the tent they actually managed to put up. "Yeah, she's glorious.." The chinese got so moved by the beauty of the thing he needed to remove the tears from the corners of his eyes. (they were tears of agony from the hours wasted on it)

"Did the teacher even give us any sleeping bags or are we supposed to rawdog this?" The ginger turned around to ask him with a bit of worry in his eyes. "Umm, haven't you forgotten we had to buy our own ones?? I think I have ours somewhere over here, hold on.." Fang leaned down and got his backpack off his shoulders, taking out a big ass sleeping bag.

He had managed to forget that thanks to their money saving scheme he now had to share it with him, but hey, at least it was something like double size or shit. "Do you want me to put it inside already?" He asked him, looking at the bag. "Yeah, yeah, so we won't have to do it later. "

He got into the tent, which was surprisingly big, and brought it with him. He untied the string he had previously wrapped around it repeatedly, unraveling it to its full length. "Aw man, it barely fits but I think I got it. " He said a bit loudly so the other could hear him while outside. "Hey dude, nice ass. " The ginger told him, smiling mischievously. "Fuck you bro." He zipped up the entrance, so he couldn't get in. "Go find another place to sleep at. " He showed him the middle finger through the netted entrance, so that he could see it.

"Whachu mean, that was a compliment, come on, besides I partially paid for that sleeping bag, it would be as if I were sponsoring you. " The ginger waved his index finger around. "I'll pay you back, bye bye!!" Fang waved to him with a smile, then put some material over the netting.

"Nah dude but for real come out, the teacher is saying some shit. " Buster informed him, poking the tent. "Ah, sure. " He got out and they went up to the group of already gathered students. "We're splitting into two groups for now, one group can go with me to buy supplies for today, the other one can go on a walk around the nearby lake with Ms. Choksondik. " By some miracle they menaged to arrive just as she started to speak ong🙏🏼🔥.

"I'm going to the shop, you in?" Fang asked the boy next to him. "Nah dude, I'd rather go chill in the nature for now. We'll see each other later, yeah?" The chinese frowned a little, realizing he'd be walking alone. He nodded and quickly ran to get his backpack, then followed the group that was supposed to go shopping.

He was unbothered most of the walk, not having a chatter buddy he just resented to thinking so hard his thoughts appeared before his eyes (does anybody know what I mean??🙏🏼) He knew he could just go up to somebody and talk to them, hell, he even spotted some familiar faces, but he wasn't really in the mood to.

It actually turned out they were in another village than the hotel was in, so much for walking for over 30 minutes. He took a break to admire the nice, old architecture of the place, fitting the mountainy vibe. They got to the grocery store and only then he realized he forgot to ask Buster what he wanted him to grab, so he went with his intuition.

He got a few protein bars for himself that he would eat later, since he still hasn't eaten anything, and even though he was used to not eating he still felt pretty hungry and decided that he burned whatever he had to burn with all these walks.

He got some barbecue flavored crisps for his friend, along with a few more bottles of water just in case. He also stopped at the fruit isle and got two apples, being in the mood for having them. He walked over to the register and paid, then walking out and waiting for the rest of the group to finish their shopping.

During the walk back he got poked by one of his roommates - Edgar. "You're walking without your little friend?" The emo asked. Fang wasn't really in the mood for a talk, prioritizing circling in his own thoughts at the moment. "Mm, yeah. "

"You guys seem close. " The chinese was a little annoyed with how forcibly the black haired man spoke, heavily pushing onto having a conversation. He appreciated the effort to actually decide to speak to him though, knowing that he had a bit of empathy seeing a man just walk with his head down not talking to anybody.

"Yeah man, I mean, he's my best friend. " He replied, shrugging. "Probably shouldn't tell you this, Angelo and Chester are calling y'all gay. I might do too, but you haven't heard anything from me. " Edgar told him firmly, holding his hands up in defense while speaking. He just answered with a confused face, battling whether be disgusted or happy with this.

He thought for a second. Actually, he didn't. He just spoke, as if he hadn't made the switch from his private thoughts to a conversation with a real person. "You seem like you don't have friends to tell this to anyway, so I'm going to trust you and let you in on something. I kind of wish that was the truth, I've been thinking recently, dude.. I don't like this. " He was beating around the bush with his words, containing them in a way that he hoped wouldn't entirely point to the actual thought.

"I'm going to take the first part as a compliment. But he seems to like you man, maybe you should go for it?" The chinese was slightly suspicious with what made the guy so eager to have a conversation with him, but hoped it was just him being nice. (despite the amounts of hatred i have towards edgar i am not making him the bad guy, just a loser🙏🏼)

"Nah man, I'm not risking anything. I don't have a single person that I feel so comfortable with, not even my mother, I am not going to just let it go away. " Fang told him, quickly looking around to see if anybody was listening to their conversation. "Hm, well, I might've heard some stuff from Angelo, and I'm gonna tell you, it's not that big of a risk. Not bothering you anymore though, enjoy the rest of your walk I guess. " Edgar told him, walking away with a grin.

Fang cursed himself for being so open with his feelings with somebody he barely knew, but it was too late. He sincerely hoped that this conversation wouldn't be shared, terror greeting his eyes realizing that it's probably going to have the same ending as the conversation that Angelo apparently had with Buster.

He looked around his coat's pockets, and surprisingly found some earphones, so he quickly took his phone and plugged them in, making the walk more enjoyable. He strolled around behind the group, walking at his own pace.

Once they got back to the campsite he ran over to their tent, which actually wasn't so easy, since all the tents were the same color. To his surprise, the other group hasn't came back from their walk yet, so he just sat there in the tent, when it was only a few celsius outside, relying on his outer wear.

In the meantime he decided to unpack the backpack that was now filled with his new acquisitions. He got out a little blanket he had forgotten he'd taken with him and put the stuff out on it, placing it nicely. For the rest of the time anticipating the comeback he just looked at stuff on his phone.

Some time later he got greeted with a big pair of hands opening the half zipped up entrance. "Hi dude!!" Buster greeted him, smiling. "Hey man! I got you some crisps. " He told him, grinning. He reached over to get the bag of chips and handed it to him, giving him a bottle of water as well. "Thanks bro, it's good that you thought about me while shopping. " The ginger told him, patting him on the back.

The only thing that was annoying was the fact that they couldn't sit and have their backs supported, but you gotta sacrifice the comfort to become a real man in the wilderness😈😈🔥🔥🐺🐺. "How was the walk?" Fang asked him, repositioning himself so he would be laying down on the sleeping bag (not particularly in it) getting up quickly to get a hoodie as his pillow to lay down on.

"Ah man it was great, chill as hell, I got to talk to the Grom guy we met. " Buster turned around to face him, waving his arms around. "Dude.. on the walk back from the store Edgar started bothering me and I got entangled into a conversation with him.." The chinese interrupted him.

"What did you two talk about?" The ginger asked him, taking a sip of his water. Fang paused for a second. "Irrelevant. You know, he actually isn't such a bad guy. He's chill, I mean. " The chinese told him, looking up. "Sure, sure buddy. "

It's important to mention they kept the tent open, letting all the cold in. Fang jumped a little once he heard a third persons voice. "Hey fellas!! Our tents are next to each other, did y'all know that?" Chester's annoying voice rang out in their ears. "Oh, that's great dude. " "Yeahhh... Me and you guys are gonna have lots of fun. " He spoke with a hellish grin on his face and walked away.

The chinese glanced at his friend terrified. "Shit, dude.. I hoped for one day to be without those people. " He said, putting his hands on his face. "Nah man, maybe he has something fun planned? Think positively, I don't know. " Buster answered, shrugging, then patting him on the shoulder. "Yeah, I suppose.."

Not even two minutes later they heard footsteps near their tent again. "Ah, I forgot to mention - the teacher says instead of dinner we will eat at a fireplace again. " Chester quickly said, showing them a thumbs up and walking away before they could even answer.

"Man, did you get any sorta beer at the store? If we're eating sausages again I'd love to drink one with it. " Buster asked him, turning to him. "Nah man, didn't have a way to do so, I'm sorry dude. " The chinese replied, looking down, suddenly remembering he still hadn't eaten today.

"Nah, it's all good, bro. " The ginger answered him, patting him on the back lightly. Fang reached over for his backpack and opened it up, looking for the protein bars he got. He took one out and bit into it, the distinct flavor of oatmeal hitting him.

"Wait, what time are we eating at the fireplace?" Buster asked, his body over the others so he could reach the bag of chips that was at the very end. "How the fuck would I know, he didn't tell us. " The blue haired boy replied, shrugging. He remembered he got added to some sort of groupchat for the roommates from the trip, so he entered the chat and from there found Chester's profile and DM'ed him.

"He says it's at 5 like usually. " He told him after receiving a reply. "They are pissing me off, why didn't they plan absolutely anything for today? We just got to walk around and now we gotta wait like 3 hours until we do anything, and the thing that we're doing is eating. " The ginger complained, massaging his temples.

"Right? That's so dumb, man. But I heard we can walk around here at least?" We could go for a walk if you'd like. " Fang offered, turning his phone off. "Sure! I'm just worried somebody's gonna take our things. " Buster answered, looking around. "Ah, we could pack any sorta expensive stuff into my backpack, I don't think they're gonna steal the sleeping bag. " He told him, getting up (at least to the point the height of the tent let him)

They quickly put their stuff back into Fang's backpack, then zipped the thing up after getting out. They wandered among the other tents, paying attention to how spaced apart they were, appreciating the fact.

After a half an hour long walk around the campsite they decided to return, since they were getting a little cold. On their way back, they stumbled upon a dog. "What's this little guy doing out here??" Fang crouched to let it smell his hand. "Probably from the people from one of the campers over here. He's cute tho. " The ginger replied, smiling, crouching next to the other so he could pet him.

"Do you know what breed is this?" The chinese asked him, petting it on it's head. "No idea man. Looks like one of the japanese fucks though, umm... Shiba I think. It needs to be a baby though since it's so small. " Buster replied, shrugging. "Alright, let's get going, it's gonna get annoyed with us in a second. "

Once it was about 4:50PM they walked over to Chester's tent (they finally found out which one it was🙏🏼) to get more info. "Hey dude, where's the whole fireplace thing??" Buster asked him, hovering above the entrance. "Ah, it's on the west of the building with the bathrooms, I believe. Actually I need to get going too, so we can walk together. "

They trusted that he knew where they were going, although they were also slightly unsure on whether they could actually believe that he knew what he was talking about. To their surprise they managed to find the place after going the wrong way just two times.

The fireplace was a big one, with a few benches around it, which most of have already been occupied. They took a spear and got a sausage on it, roasting it above the flames, having to stand, preferring that over being squished between people.

Once Fang decided his was roasted enough he took a paper plate and put the sausage on it. He spotted a bottle of ketchup set on the table nearby, so he decided to get some of that too. He was about to eat when he got interrupted.

"Hey man, mine fell into the fire, can I have this? thanks. " Chester quickly grabbed the food and ran away with it. The chinese, albeit a bit annoyed, didn't do anything and just sighed.

He wanted to simply grab another sausage and roast it again, but he noticed they were all out. His only resort was begging. "Hi broooo.." He smiled, approaching Buster. "What's up?" The ginger was a little confused about his doings, he especially found the stretching out of the last vowel pretty alarming (gaydar went off😢).

"Well.. would you be so sincere to share your amazingly cooked meal with your beloved brother from another mother..??" He fluttered his lashes in an overexaggerated manner. "You just had one on your plate?? You ate your portion, piss off." Buster made a little 'no' gesture with his finger, waving it around.

"No, no, you don't get it!! Chester fucking stole it, he doesn't even have a plate, he just ripped it from me!!" He pointed to the aforementioned boy, who was enjoying the sausage held tightly in his fist.

"Shit.. Okay I guess, here, you can have half. " The ginger used the plastic knife pretty unskillfully, attempting to cut it in the middle. "Thanks dude, you're a real one. " Fang said, giving him a quick hug as a thanks.

He first put some anti bacterial gel on his hands, scared that he'd gotten them dirty already, then took the sausage with his hands. "You got any water?" Buster turned to him after finishing his meal. "Yeah, yeah, least I could do for you. " He took his backpack off his shoulders and got a rather large bottle out, handing it to him. "Thanks man. "

After they had both finished they were planning to get going but were stopped by a hand both their shoulders. "Nah fellas, don’t go, teacher said we can stay as long as we put the fire out in the end, we will be telling each other scary stories and shit. " Chesters voice could be heard behind their backs.

"Ah, okay, sure. " Buster replied, finally taking a seat on one of the benches. "I’m going. I don’t forgive you for stealing my food. " The chinese said, walking away. "No, Fang, dude, stay. I’ll get you some popcorn on the way back home tomorrow, yeah?" The ginger stated.

He needed a second to think about it, but a sausage was worth much more less than a beautiful bag of popcorn. "Okay I guess. " He answered, shrugging, then taking a seat next to Buster. He took notice of the people there, and who they were. It seemed like the guy got Mandy, Grom, Angelo and Edgar to stay with them. He honestly couldn’t care less but feared that today’s conversation might be brought up.

"Okay, I got umm, two flashlights, who wants to tell a story first?" Chester questioned, waving them around. "I suppose I could go first. " Mandy stated, taking one out of his hands. She powered it on and distributed the light from below her face to add to the nonexistent terror. She spoke firmly, then drifted off between sentences, trying to make it sound scarier. The story wasn’t that scary, but Fang must admit that it seemed pretty creative.

After she was done she handed the flashlight back. "Okay, who next?" The pink haired boy asked. "I could give it a go. " Edgar said. "NAAAH" The blue haired boy shook his head franticly, luckily others joined in. "Hell naw!!" "Who let bro in??" Could be heard.

"I have something better than some made up stories. " Angelo said out of nowhere, putting his hand on his chest. "Yeah?" "Real gossip, honey. " This time Buster was the one scared, not knowing what the boy might do with the knowledge he possesses. "Uhh, maybe let’s stick to the made up ones, yeah? I could tell one. " He said, trying to run from the situation.

"Okay, sure, there ya go. " Chester handed him the device, with which he did the same as the girl before him. He actually had to improvise since he didn’t have a story ready and just didn’t want people to know what they shouldn’t know.

"Man, that was half-assed, and sucked outta your finger. " Fang spoke, shaking his head disapprovingly. "Every single one is sucked out of a finger, dude. If you’re so smart you tell one. " "Nah, at least I am self aware and know mine would be ass. "

After some more rounds of stories that weren’t really that scary they decided to go, so they put out the fire and went to their respectable tents.

"Take off your shoes before getting into the sleeping bag, man. " Fang told him, getting his own ones off along with his coat, so he’d be in his hoodie only, relying on the heat the bag provided. "Yeah, yeah, sure. If you gotta say something, whisper, I don’t want people listening to the shit we’re saying. "

"I’m in no mood for a convo dude, I’m tired as helllll…" The chinese whispered as asked to, checking the time then rubbing his eyes. "What time is it?" "Almost 11PM. Dude, we stayed out there for so long actually.." He stated, finally getting under the outer layer of the bag.

Fang rejoiced a little when he remembered that they decided to share the bedroll, meaning he’d be able to sleep next to him (even though they did the same for the past few days🤫🤫). Buster could feel an additional weight on his chest, which was when he noticed the other boy wrapped his hand around his chest, along with placing his head there. He didn’t complain, instead enjoyed the moment.

(i didn’t know hiw to end this chapter sorry it’s so hot that my hands are so sweaty my phone is sliding off from them it’s so annoying tow rite i will kill myself)

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Fang felt himself embraced by a warm presence, despite the cold temperatures that he could also sense. A few seconds into his state of being awake he could actually regain his sensing abilities, bringing himself to enjoy the moment even more after realizing what's going on.

He wasn't sure what time it was, but he didn't really feel like checking the time, especially since it may disrupt the peace the two were in. He opened his eyes just for a second, so he could take a look around.

Once his gaze went a little upward, he felt fuzzy staring at his friend's face. Even though they weren't doing anything special, and to anybody else it would seem rather unappealing, for him it was extremely calming, as if it were honey for his eyes.

He decided to just go back to sleep and anticipate the other one to wake up, the thing not being a problem to do so given the circumstances. What else could he ask for?

He shut his eyes, and decided to use the situation to bury his head deeper into the other's chest, tightening the grip he had around him. He was very happy with himself, but his peace would be ruined with the reminder of what he's told Edgar earlier.

It snapped him out of his idyll, making him stressed instead. It wasn't often that he had thoughts, or rather reminders, that would make his stomach drop, but thanks to this quick (albeit not smart) thinking, he found himself with one.

He reassured himself, thinking that there was no way he'd just genuinely start going around and telling what he's heard, yet the possibility still stood. As a way of comfort, he once again used the physical situation he was in, it being what actually worked as a method to chill his thoughts.

As far as he tried, the stress:comfort ratio was pretty imbalanced, disabling him from attempting to fall asleep. Instead of his stress levels going down with the time that's passed, it seemed as if they grew instead, ruining the experience.

"Hey dude, what's up?" The voice startled him a little, making him a little aware of his surroundings. He only then realized that he's had his brows furrowed so much (or for so long?) it's actually starting to become painful.

"Hm?" He opened his eyes and looked up at the source of the voice. "I don't know. I woke up like a minute ago, first thing I see is you with a face as if you were taking a shit. " Buster answered, raising his eyebrows.

"Ah, it's nothing, just thinking. " The chinese replied, thinking about getting off of him so he wouldn't be annoying. The man looked at him for a second, presumably trying to figure out if something is actually going on.

"Come on man, what is it? You look like you're stressin'" The ginger said, putting his hand on the head of the other. "I just told something to someone that I shouldn't. It's nothing to worry about. " Fang answered, shrugging (at least in a way he could).

"You sure?" Buster readjusted his body into a slightly mroe comfortable position. "Yeah man, really. You know what time it is? I wanna go sleep for some more if it's possible. " He asked him, his eyelids nearly closing. He felt the other move, which saddened him because he feared that he may be pushed off or something, but it turned out second later that he could stay the way he is.

"Mm.. Only 5AM man, we should both go hit the hay. I don't know what's got us up so early. " Buster told him, quickly glancing at his phone, then putting it back. "Ah, alright. " Fang couldn't say that he wasn't happy with the fact that he could sleep embraced with him some more, even risking the possibility that it might turn out to cross the not gay/gay line. 🙏🏼🔥

The next time he was awakened it was not by will, but by the Fantastic Amazing Genius Glamorous Outstanding Tender person in a tent next to theirs, whose alarm rang out so loudly it probably could've been heard from the other side of the campsite.

"Shit.." He put his fingers to his temples, the startling reveille causing him to get a quick migraine. "What time is it now?" He asked with his voice a little hushed. "Mmmm.." The ginger repeated the movement he's done before, and once again checked the time. "It's 8AM. I say we get up, the teacher will prolly want us outta here soon."

They finally got out of the sleeping bag and started to put all the stuff into their backpacks, preparing to leave. Fang got out for a second to see whether it was time to go, observing if the others started to pack their tent up. It seemed as if they did, so he alarmed his friend and got to work.

"How do we do it so we don't break it?" Buster asked, his head turning to face him. "Shit, I don't know. Just do all the stuff in reverse, I think. " He answered truthfully, shrugging, then starting to remember how the process went.

They got the clips off the poles, then got them out from the body of the tent. He handed them for Buster to disattach, while he rolled the fabric up into a simpler and smaller shape.

They had put all of it together, and it seemed to look pretty similar to what they were given at the start, so they went with it. They went to the place the assembly was supposed to be in, and waited for the others to finish packing up.

They had to make the walk to the hotel once again, which wasn't really entrancing, and they were also pretty sad because the trip was ending, and they could truthfully admit that they had fun.

The walk was pretty uneventful, filled with irrelevant conversations. It would've been about 10AM when they had reached their hotel. Everybody was pretty stressed out, since they were supposed to be in the city centre by 12, and now they had to rush the packing up, not counting the drive there.

The group had made their way up the stairs, and entered the room for what may have been the last time. Fang took his clothes out of the drawer he left them in and quickly went to change and refresh, not wanting to take much time knowing that the other roommates probably wanted to get their stuff out of the bathroom.

After he came back and Buster went he got some food out of his backpack, and bit into the apple he bought the day before, not wanting to go on an empty stomach.

As the others packed he and the ginger decided to rearrange the beds to the position they were in before, so they started moving stuff. It was pretty tiring on a body that hasn't eaten in hours, but they did this to themselves.

Once it was time they had all gone down the stairs with suitcases in hand, trying to get to the bus quickly. They handed them to the luggage guy slash driver guy, and then were rushed into it by the teacher.

The perturbation had caused Fang to lose sight of his friend, and be sat in a random place instead. It seemed as if the seat next to him just wouldn't be taken, yet to his terror he heard a little giggle, then a silhouette appear in his eyesight.

"Heeey dudeee" Chester smiled, sitting down next to him. He just gave him a stare of a wounded soldier on a battlefield begging for the last resort of mercy from the knacker, wholeheartedly hoping he would not speak a word to him.

"Hi, man. " He answered sheepishly, hoping he would not be bothered further. "So a little birdie told me.." The man smiled, getting interrupted mid sentence. "NO!!!" The chinese quickly yelled, not wanting to hear anything he had to say, now even more knowing it would be something related to him.

"Why are you still denying it?" The pink haired man asked, already forcing the topic of the conversation. "I swear to god, how is it that anytime I talk to any of you, you only have one fucking topic to talk about. " He spoke boldly, but not so loudly.

"Hey, chillax little fella.. If you guys wouldn't shove your love down our throats there would be no discussion. " Chester shrugged, reaching down for something. By that time the bus had started to move. "Huh?" Fang grunted.

"If you don't like this topic why are you continuing our convo, hm?" He smiled and then continued. "Nah dude, but for real, y'all doin too much to remain no homo socks on homies. " The jester said, annoying his companionship.

"Stop speaking like it's fucking 2019. I have no desire to continue this, you're right. Now please don't bother me, I'm already angry I don't get to sit with Buster. " The chinese stated, getting his earphones out and untangling them. "Trouble in paradise??"

"Please shut the fuck up, for gods sake. You're like the only one out of you three buffoons that doesn't know when to stop. " It's not as he didn't like him, Chester could be a fun person, but had absolutely no feel to what's too much and what's not.

Fang couldn't really tell whether the man next to him spoke some more, since he put some music on and started to stare out of the window.

Once they got to their destination the doors opened, and people got out. He appreciated the fresh air he was deprived of for the whole 30 minutes.

He tried to spotting the orange hair in the crowd of people that just had gotten out, his luck soon helping him. "Hey man, who did you sit with?" He asked him, approaching him. "Ah, I don't know, some random girl I didn't know. " The ginger shrugged.

They soon looked over to the teacher who started to speak again. "We meet up in this spot in three and a half hours, don't be late. You're free to roam here, if you get lost it's not my fault, your parents signed the papers. " She said, pointing to the ground.

"Where do ya wanna go?" Buster asked him, putting an arm over his shoulder. "Ah, I don't know dude. Maybe some breakfast place would be nice? I only ate an apple and I'm pretty hungry. " He looked at him.

"Mhm, sure man. Let's just walk through this alley and see what typa shops are there, maybe we will find one without having to roam for 15 minutes. " The ginger told him, pointing ahead of him.

They did as planned, looking at the variety of stores left and right. They had finally found a restaurant that looked pretty normal and appealing, and went in.

They took a seat next to the window, not wanting to take the tables meant for a bigger amount of people. "Hello, what can I do for you?" The server came up to them with a notebook. "Oh, we haven't looked yet. Could you come back in two minutes, please?" Fang only then noticed the menus set on the table.

"Woah, such a polite gentleman. " Buster joked, while going through the card. "I just don't want people to think I'm a jerk or something. " He shrugged, skimming through the listed meals. They only had so much money left over from the trip, so they decided to split, as always.

"Are you ready to order now?" The girl walked over to them once again. "Yeah, could we get uhh... pancakes please?" He requested, checking it once again. "Mhm! Anything to drink?" Fang decided that they wouldn't waste their money on that since they already had a few bottled waters with them.

"No, thank you. Could we get two plates for the pancakes though?" He asked, glancing at his friend. "Absolutely. Is that all?" She wrote something down on the page of her notebook. "Yes, thank you for now. " "Okay, it'll be right away!"

"Wait, we gotta be there at 3:30, right?" Buster asked, pointing to the place they came from. "Uhh, yeah, I think so, yes. " He shrugged, anticipating his meal. "I saw an iceskating place nearby, wanna go there for about an hour?" He spoke again, smiling.

"I don't know man, I can't really iceskate. " The ginger replied, a little bothered. "I can teach you. When I was little my mom forced me to do some of that figure skating shit. " He told him, trying to articulate with his hands. "Really?" "Yeah, I was in some local competitions but I begged my mom out of making me to do this stuff. I still enjoy to do it once a while though. "

A few minutes had passed and their food was brought over, so they cut off their conversation for a while to fully enjoy what they had bought. Fang sneakily drunk out of the water bottle in his backpack, previously checking to see if any of the restaurant workers were looking.

It didn't take them long to finish, since they didn't want to waste time on eating. They called the waiter over and requested for the bill, each of them giving about half the price, paying with the most crumbled bills you could possibly find, then left.

They headed for the ice skating rink, walking through a few alleys. Once they finally got to the place they paid up front and went over to rent out the ice skates. That was the part that took them some time, because the sizes stated were totally inaccurate, so they had to try 5 different pairs on before finding their actual size.

"We can go near the border for now, and go for the middle later when you're a bit more confident. " Fang told his friend, helping him get onto the rink. Buster feared for his life, already seeing his cracked skull on the ice😞😞, yet he trusted the chinese to help him, at least a little.

"You fine with me holding your hand for balance?" Fang asked him, making sure he wouldn't get angry. "No, no, I'd appreciate it, even. " The blue haired gave him his hand so he could hold onto it, as they slowly made their way ahead.

He held onto his hand tightly, partially because he actually didn't wanna fall, but partially just because he really wanted to. With time he gained a bit more confidence, even though he still wasn't doing it so well.

"Hey man, can I try going alone now?" He asked him, now sure he got enough practice. "Yeah, go ahead!" He could see that the chinese still kept near him, which he appreciated.

It took him about 20 seconds of ice skating to trip and fall, luckily on his back. "Shit.. everything okay man?" The blue haired approached him with worry. "Yeah, yeah. " Fang offered him two hands to help him get up, while doing so pulling him close, as if almost into a hug.

After a second he backed out a little, realizing what was going on. "You know what could be fun?" Fang asked him, smiling. "Hm?" "We could, like, spin around. Come on, I'll show you. " He took his hands again, and started going in a circular motion.

"I'm boutta throw up bro. " Buster shook his head after a minute or two, so they stopped. "We still have like 10 minutes left, we could just skate around, if you want. I'll help you so you won't trip again. "

He put his arm over the gingers shoulder and started to go forward once again, flushing a little feeling a hand rest on his hip. Again, it's not like either of them didn't enjoy closure, it was just always a little surprising, a thing you couldn't get used to.

They spent rest of their time skating slowly, once they had 5 minutes left they decided to get off the ice and change into their normal shoes.

"Wanna go to a music store now? I'm gonna buy you something as a compensation for your tripping. " Fang asked, walking out of the place. "That's on me though? No need to buy me stuff. " The ginger shrugged, walking alongside him.

"No, no, come on man. It'll be a little souvenir. " He smiled, pointing in a direction that Buster could only assume was the location of the store. "We can go, but you won't pay dude. "

"Naahh, I owe you so much money, come on. " He patted him on the back and quickened up his pace, reaching a crosswalk. "Can I buy you something at least?" "You just want me to owe you one dude.."

They had reached store. Albeit small, it was filled with different records. "Okay, let's do it this way. You pick something, I pick something, and we pay for each other. " Fang proposed, opening the door. "Mm, okay, sure. "

The blue haired started to go through the CD's in the section marked hiphop, wanting something new for his collection. He picked out a case with the album he wanted and walked over to his friend, who was pondering about which album should he choose.

"Fang, dude, which should I pick?" He had two records in hand, looking from one to another. "Both, come on. " He pointed to the register, pulling out the money from his wallet. "I'll feel bad, you only get one but I get two. " Buster told him, walking over there. "No, don't worry dude. I don't really collect that much, and I know you have a big collection, you care about it more than I do. "

He took the records out of his hands and put it on the counter, ready to pay. He handed the cashier the money and walked up behind his friend, unzipping his backpack and putting them inside, while he paid for his.

"Where do we go now?" Buster asked him, strolling around. "Uhh, I was thinking a thrift, maybe?" "Do you have any money left?" Fang stood in place for a second. "Nah. Let’s just go to that place then, I didn’t check the time but I think we don’t have much left. Wait.." He pulled his phone out of his pocket.

"Shit!! Dude we have like 5 minutes, we gotta run, come on!!" The chinese told him while quickening up his pace, running past the people surrounding them. At that time he appreciated the fact that they didn’t wander around and tried keeping to a straight line instead, making the way there much easier.

They managed to get there before it was time, now the teacher was counting the students up. It seemed as if about three people were missing, so she requested people to check for their friends. Three girls arrived just moments later, walking hurriedly and apologizing.

The teacher told them that the time of the advert has been moved to 5:30, and that before they get there it’ll be about 4:30, so they told them to quicken their pace.

Those two hours of walking and waiting were extremely boring and uneventful, so they’re not worthy of noting. Once they finally got in they got met with the same standard, which were little rooms in the train.

The duo made their way into an empty one and closed the door, already pretty tired. "Man, I can’t wait to get home.." Fang said, placing his suitcase on the ground. "Me too dude.." He put his hands on his face for a second.

"What is there to do?" The chinese asked, laying down on one of the beds, since this time there were no bunks. "Ah, you wanna watch a movie again?" Buster questioned, pulling his phone out. "Sure man, come over here. "

The ginger laid down next to him on the bed, then typed in the address of the website. "What do you wanna watch?" Buster asked, getting ready to type again. "Minions, bro. "

They watched the movie in peace, and that was how pretty much the first two hours of the ride went for them. After it ended, he put his phone back into his pocket, but didn’t get up just yet.

"I’m gonna take a nap dude, you okay with that?" Fang told him, relaxing on the gingers shoulder. "Yeah, go ahead. " He didn’t expect for the man to hug him and lay his head on his chest, even though the same happened last night.

(how the FUCK do i describe affection🐺🐺)

He decided to try and sleep aswell, which was made easier by having somebody so close to him. He wrapped his arms around him, and attempted to drift into slumber.

It seemed as he woke up before him, but some time has definitely passed, since it was pitch black outside. He tried to take his phone out in a way that wouldn’t disturb the guy laying on him, so he could check the time.

It was not worth it to fall asleep again, since based on the time that was now they were supposed to arrive in about 20 minutes. He put his phone away and decided to just wait.

He was getting a little hot from both the heating inside, the clothes he had on, and another body on his, but he didn’t want to get up, so he decided to be a man and survive through this.

He started to get a little red, he couldn’t even tell which thing was the cause. He tried to twist his head to look outside the window, noticing the landscape (although faintly visible) of the city he was so used to.

He decided to wake up his friend so they wouldn’t have to rush to get out of the train, and instead had time to sort it out. He, although very relucantly, moved. "Hey dude, wake up, We’re almost here. " He spoke a little loudly so it would wake Fang up.

"Mmf, don’t we have some more time left?" He asked sleepily. "Nah man, come on, get up you’ve slept for almost four hours, you won’t be able to fall asleep at night. " The ginger replied, patting him on the shoulder.

Just as Fang got a little more awakened the train had stopped, signaling the people to come out. Neither of them really paid attention to how they looked, and quickly took their baggage, trying to get out.

The very specific type of midnight cold air hit them as soon as they left the train, which made the waiting for all the people to get out a bit more enjoyable.

"Soo.. I see you guys finally sorted it out?" Angelo approached Buster, who was standing alone, because the chinese had to go inside cuz he forgot his charger. "Man, what?" He didn’t really know what the man was talking about.

"You finally made out, I’m proud of you, honey. " The green haired man spoke again. "Huh??" Buster grew a little red (even though the fluster from before didn’t get a chance to fully come off yet) getting even more confused.

"Y’all got messed up hair, and are blushing like crazy. Also I’ve seen Fang for a second and he’s not contacting. " The guy said. "Brother, what on earth are you talking about? We have messed up hair 'cause we slept our way through, and I’m red because I was hot. " He replied a little agitated, trying to protect his point.

"And why were you hot?" "Because the heater was like 200C, and I was wearing outside clothes. " He shrugged. "Why didn’t you get them off?" Angelo smiled once again. "'cuz Fang slept on me, perchance. " He said a little more quietly.

"There we have it. I’m going home now, not waiting for these people, ciao!" He told him as he cuntily walked away. Buster decided to wait for his buddy, because he had a question to ask him. Once the teacher has signaled them that they can go, he walked alongside him, conversing.

"Bro, my mom is at another delegation, I’m a little scared to let you go home in the middle of the night, tomorrows sunday, would you wanna stay the night over?" He proposed. "I’m a grown man, not a little girl, you don’t have to worry. "
"Then at least let me drive the bus home with you, I’ll come back alone. " He put his hand on his arm, as a form of begging.

Fang thought for a second, and his heart almost fluttered at the thought of his friend caring so much about him. He decided that he would very much enjoy a sleepover, more than having to listen to his father mutter something while being half-sleep.

"Thanks man. I can call my dad and ask him if I can stay over at your place today. " He told him, smiling. He pulled out his phone and dialed the number, hoping he would pick up.

After a quick conversation he turned to Bister with an even bigger smile. "He said I can stay over, man!!" He jabbed him in the arm happily. He tried to keep his cool since it was around midnight and they were in a public space after all.

They walked over to the bus stop and waited for the bus to come, conversating in the meantime. At one point, which you couldn’t really pinpoint to, Buster put his arm around the other, to which he didn’t react.

After some waiting it did indeed arrive, surprisingly not that late. They took the spot with two free seats next to each other, still eagerly talking. They were interrupted by an old, repulsive man, staring them down with lust.

They decided to quiet down and keep on talking less loudly. They could see him come up to them, and sit on the seat in front on the two. "So, what is a beautiful young lady and a handsome young man traveling so late in the evening?" They paused once they heard that.

Buster snorted a little, before speaking, although a bit scared. "He’s a man. " He pointed to the guy sitting next to him. "Ah, my apologies. So, would the two of you very charismatic men like to have some fun?" He grinned.

"Uhh, we’re not interested in men, nor in having some fun, thanks. " He looked out the window and as if it were a blessing they were approaching their stop, so they quickly grabbed their suitcases and left.

"See, now if you were alone, this dude would think you’re a girl that can’t protect herself and would start to molest you. " The ginger was proud of coming out with the initative. "If I was alone I wouldn’t be taking this route. Now come on, I’m getting pretty hungry and I wanna eat something. "

Buster took out his keys and put them into the door’s lock, entering the house. He put the lights on and held the door for Fang to come in. He then took his shoes and coat off, leaving the suitcase near the entryway for now.

"Alright dude, you know this place well, spoil yourself, Imma go quickly shower. " He told him, stretching out a little. "Yeah, sure man. " Fang followed him up the stairs, splitting ways in the corridor. He entered his friends room, and sat on the bed, not taking the blanket off just yet, not wanting to sit on the covers with dirty clothes.

The ginger cane back just a few minutes later, smiling. "If you want to you can go shower now. " He told him, preparing the bed once the chinese got up. He got under the covers and started scrolling on his phone waiting for him, pretty bored. He was surprised that he actually felt tired even though they had both taken a nap during the ride.

"Okay, I’m back. Sorry bro, but we won’t do anything today, I wanna sleep. I can stay over during the day tomorrow, if you want to. " Fang said, entering the room after 10 minutes, since he had to make a round to the suitcase to get his pajamas.

"Nah man, it’s fine, I’m tired as hell too. " Buster told him, plugging his phone in and inviting him next to him. The blue haired man once again repeated the sleeping position, which the ginger couldn’t really complain about.

Chapter Text

Buster was in the middle of making a statue from the sticks left over from some popsicles, when he got interrupted by a phone call.

He quickly checked the caller ID, only based on that he deemed whether he'd answer or not. A smile crept onto his face once he saw it was Fang, always eager to talk to him.

"Hey man, what's up?" He asked once he picked up. "Dude, look out the window, it's snowing!!" The excited voice could be heard from the other end of the line.

"Yeah, what about it?" He put the phone on speaker mode and continued to glue the sticks together. "Aren't you excited?? It seems to be snowing pretty hard, if it's enough maybe you'd wanna go out and have a snow battle later?" The smile was almost audible.

He thought for a second, trying to remember whether he had any plans for that day. "Sure man, always happy to! What time works for you?" He asked once he decided that he wasn't busy.

"Ah, I was thinking we could meet up in the city centre first, maybe like 2PM?" "Sure dude, see you!!" Buster told him, then hung up his phone. He had about three hours, not counting the bus drive.

He decided to try and do something more with the statue, but in a way that it would leave him enough time to get ready. You could tell the boredom was taking over him, he already made four of these, producing them non stop like a lunatic.

After an hour had passed he decided to try and put it away in a way that it wouldn't get destroyed. He stood up from his desk chair and went to the bathroom to freshen up a bit.

He brushed his teeth and hair, that was about it. He checked the weather, most importantly the temperature so he could dress up accordingly.

It was a positive surprise to see -8c, since before the trip the most you could count on was about 5. He was actually pretty saddened noticing how much time he still got left, he wanted to meet up with his friend as soon as possible.

He decided to get dressed and go out, thinking that he'll just wait for him at the place. He threw a bottle along with his wallet into his backpack and put it on his back, then went down the stairs.

He was pretty happy with the fact that he could wear his beloved bovver boots, taking his time to tie the long laces. He quickly got his keys out and closed the door behind him.

With the frequency his mother was out of town for work he practically lived alone, seeing her maybe for one day a week. She defended herself saying that she's earning money for him, and he's also teaching himself how to be responsible and stuff like that.

He thought about which bus stop he wanted to go from, each one offering different routes. He decided to go to the one that was further, hoping it would make the time pass a little.

The coat and layers of clothing he put himself still couldn't protect his face from the stinging cold, making him grateful for the pair of tissues that were lying around his backpack.

He wandered with his hand around his pockets, looking for his headphones only to realize he left them home. It seemed to him as if suddenly this walk became extremely more mundane, but he tried to cheer himself up with the fact he was meeting up with the chinese.

After about fifteen minutes he reached the stop, and took the seat on the bench since nobody else did. He took his phone out and decided to text Fang and ask him whether maybe he was already on his way, opening the possibility to wait for him less.

It turns out that he just left his home, so it would take them about the same amount of time to get to the place they wanted to meet up at. He felt in luck that the both of them just straight up decided to leave early even though they had time, maybe they missed each other (day 3 no meeting up😭😭🐺🐺).

He stared at the glass of the bus stop, which was filled with some graffiti. He soon noticed a reflection of the bus, so he quickly looked past, and once he made sure that it was coming he got up.

Once the doors opened he got in, trying to find a nice spot, so he wouldn't sit next to anybody. He took a seat at the end of the bus and took his phone out, checking up on his friends' social media profiles.

A few minutes went past, and his scrolling got disrupted by a voice he hadn't heard for a while. "Buster, I haven't seen you in forever! How are ya?" He turned his head to the source of the voice.

It turns out that it was one of his former classmates from elementary school. "Oh, hi!" He made a little wave, planning to go back to brainrotting on his phone, yet that dream quickly went away with the realization that the girl wanted to have a conversation with him.

"You look so different!! Very handsome when you're all grown up." She exclaimed, taking a spot next to him. He sighed, putting his phone away. "Ah, yeah, you too. " He thought that maybe if he was dry enough and made short responses the girl would find the thought of a further talk rather repulsive.

"Thanksss. So, how's life? You taken?" She smiled, staring at her nails. "No, but I could say that somebody has already caught my eye, I suppose. " He replied, nodding very slowly, looking out the window instead of at the woman.

"Ah, I get it. How's school?" She spoke again, with each word the valley girl accent getting stronger and stronger. Honestly, if she was to have this same conversation with him when they were in primary, he would've genuinely believed it's a dare.

"I'm not really trying this year. Next year I'm going to give it a little push so I can land a spot in college. " He shrugged, checking the time. "Ohh, that's nice!! Well I actually.." She rambled on, yet at this point Buster just didn't listen.

A ray of hope was the sight outside the vehicle's window - he was only one stop away. He tried to excuse himself past her, so he could get out of the bus without rushing it only after the doors had opened.

"Oh, I'm getting out on this stop too!! So cool. " She said, still smiling. This time the ginger also smiled, but it was not the result of the actual conversation, but the fact that he spotted the familiar blue haired guy already waiting for him at the stop.

Once the bus has stopped moving he quickly got out, running up to his friend. He wrapped his arms around him to greet him, tightening the grasp because he felt like doing so. The embrace lasted longer than it should, but the two didn't seem to mind.

Once they separated the girl only told him bye, now less invested in talking. "So, where do you wanna go?" Buster asked him, walking along him with no destination in mind.

"Mm, I was thinking we could go get hot chocolate. " The chinese told him, pointing to the location. It wasn't that far from the bus stop, so the walk only took them about a minute.

Buster opened the door and held it for his friend to come in, (ladies first🔥🔥) then entered after him. He immediately took his hat off, since the inside was very warm. They walked up to the counter to order, deciding they won't stay to drink inside and instead just drink along walking.

"Good afternoon, what can I get for you?" The barista asked, noticing their presence. "Uhh, a hot chocolate for me please. " The ginger told her, quickly glancing at the board with the listed prices and getting out his wallet, while the girl typed it into the register.

"Is that all?" To that he just nodded. "That'll be €4, please. " He handed her the cash and stepped away a little, so his friend could go and order his portion. He grasped the paper with his number in hand, and came up to the section to pick up your drinks, waiting for his to be done.

While anticipating Fang joined him, telling him something about dogs and how cute they were, he didn't really care about that. (although he listened, he made sure to always do when he was speaking🤫). Their numbers were called out one after another, so they picked them up and left the place.

"Where we going now?" He asked him, looking at his face. "I want to do a snow fight dude. Look at how much already fell. " Even though they were in the city centre, huge piles of snow were noticeable on the less walked on paths.

"We could go to my place, then. When I was getting ready I looked out the window and there is already a buncha it there. I could only assume there is even more of it now. " He told him, once again glancing at him, remembering the previous events.

"Sure, bro. Your mom home?" The chinese asked, sipping on his drink. "Nah, I think she's supposed to come back tomorrow? Or today?? I've forgotten, either way she's not here yet, at least when I was leaving, you know. " He told him.

"How the fuck do you drink hot chocolate with a cover and get it on your nose, stop moving, wait. " Buster told him, noticing a smear on his nose. He rubbed it off with his thumb, surprising his friend a little. (every good fanfic will have this😈😈)

They continued their walk, going to a bus stop from which they could get to Buster's place from. They both almost immediately frowned when they saw Chester on the other side of the street, ducking and trying to run away before he could spot them.

It seemed that it had worked because the man continued on his walk, not bothering to talk to them, and frankly they weren't in the mood for a conversation with him either, not wanting to hear skibidi sigma gyatt rizzing for a 100th time from him.

A few minutes later they arrived at the spot, and Buster quickly checked the timetable, to see when the soonest one will come. They had about 5 minutes of waiting, if it was willing to arrive in time.

In the meantime, the ginger told him about who he had met earlier today, and how annoying it was. Luckily Fang knew all the Buster's elementary school lore, so he immediately knew who he was talking about.

"Oh nah, she's a tooootal bitch, she couldn't have had clean intentions. " The chinese told him, being more invested than Buster actually is. "Maybe she was just being nice, people change, I don't know. " He answered, shrugging.

"Naaah.. Bro, I've had these past three years to hear all of these fucking stories, she did NOT change, not one bit, people like her don't change, nu uh. " Fang emphatized the word 'not' dramatically, waving his arms around. "I bet she's a whore trying to get a piece of that or something. " He continued.

"Now come on dude, she's like what, seventeen? I don't think it's that bad, and specifically with my situation she wouldn't want to fuck me, man. " The ginger commented, anticipating the bus.

"I mean, if she did, then I kinda get it. " Fang smiled mindlessly, once the wheels in his head had turned enough he  had the urge to continue. "I mean, you're a total chick magnet, dude. That's why that girl wanted to sleep in you in that tent. " He turned his eyes to face away, trying to get a legitimate excuse.

"Interesting..." Buster told him, then got up, since he finally spotted the vehicle. Fang got up along with him, and walked in. It seemed to be pretty empty, so they had the chance to both take a seat.

"Wanna listen to music? We could do the thing where it's like uh... it plays for two people simultaneously, you know. " The blue haired proposed, pulling his phone out. "I would love to, but I forgot to take my fucking headphones with me, bro. " He informed him, sighing.

"I have wired earphones, I can give you one of them, it's better than nothing. " He shrugged, handing him one. Buster just nodded and put it into his ear, smiling. The expression was soon wiped from his face, hearing the horrendous sounds hit his brain.

"The fuck is this shit dude?!" He asked with a very confused face, trying to grab his friend's phone. "You don't know good music. Yuno miles is a prodigy in the scene, you'll see. " He shook his head disapprovingly of the gingers hurtful words, yet decided to change it to something else.

It actually took them (or rather the bus) about 30 minutes to get to their stop. Fang, being the one sitting on the outer side got up noticing the scenery, and the other followed soon after. They got out, walking in the direction of Buster's house.

"Man, I don't know 'bout the snowball fight, I don't think I dressed appropriately, I'm cold as hell. " The chinese told his friend, who was busy opening the door to get something out of the house.

"I could lend you one of my hoodies so you get another layer of clothing. " The other proposed, taking his shoes off. "That would be great, thanks man. " He said, following the man's actions.

"I think I got one popcorn bag in my shelf, you can go eat it if you're hungry, I'm just gonna get something from my room real quick. " Buster told him, making his way up the stairs.

Fang happily walked over to the kitchen, looking into the cabinet he associated with food like that. He got the bag out and opened the microwave's doors, putting the thing in. He set the timer and was left to wait, so he decided to go after his friend.

He knocked on the rooms door and once given permission he came in. "Uhhh, you're gonna have no wait for a second, I'm gonna find the hoodie after I get my shit done, hold on.." The ginger said, rummaging through his stuff.

"Nah dude, it's fine. Also, I was thinking, you know.. You remember that girl from the cinema we went to?" He asked, sitting on his bed, watching him. "Uhh, yeah, I think so. " He nodded lightly.

"I think I'm gonna try for that job there, it's pretty close and I have some experience from that popcorn stand thing I did in the summer. " He confessed, shrugging.

"Ah buddy, that's great!! Tell me how it went later. " Fang could notice him smiling a little under his nose, which he was happy for. "I'll be back in a second, I think my popcorn should be ready now. " He hurriedly down the stairs.

He got a bowl out and put the containments of the bag into it, burning himself in the meantime, because he was smart enough to not wait before taking it out. He now went up the stairs a little more carefully, as to not spill it out.

He had to push the door open with his foot, then put it down on his friend's desk. "The hoodie is on the bed, put it on, finish eating, and then we can go fight. " He was still looking through different shelves, trying to find something franticly.

In the meantime Fang got his coat off and put another layer of clothing on, deciding to reapply the coat only later so he wouldn't be so hot inside. He went to get his bowl and sat down again, eating.

"What are you even looking for, dude? You look like a madman. " He asked, enjoying his snack. "If I don't find it soon I will go mad, I swear to god. " The ginger shook his head, burrowing around his clothes.

This went on until Fang had finished eating, he didn't say a word and just went down so he could put it into the dishwasher. He came back up for supposedly the last time for now, getting his coat.

"Hey man, I'm finished. Go and get your shoes on, I'm going down right away. " Buster told him, smiling. He did as he was told, basically sprinting to the door. It actually took him some time to tie his shoelaces, maybe because he wasn't so bright.

He got up and was now waiting for his friend to complete the same task, excited since he loved snow. Once he saw him get up he unlocked the door, waiting impatiently.

"I'm gonna lock it just in case, I don't want anybody to come in, you know. " The ginger said, getting his keys out then putting them in.

They went around the house, and Fang soon found out that what Buster told him was true. There was indeed a lot of snow, making him almost euphoric. He was very eager to actually do something.

"Dude, I’m so smart, I forgot my gloves. " The chinese realized, feeling the wet texture on his hands. "I’m not better, I don’t even own a pair. If we put our hands into hot water later we should be fine though. " Buster replied, shrugging.

Buster was trying to pick up something from the ground, when he got hit with a snowball on his back. "Fuck you dude!!" He yelled, turning around and quickly making one himself. Since he didn’t have time for accuracy, he instead swung his arm as fast as he could.

His shot was reciprocated very quickly, getting hit again. This went on for a few more minutes, getting more and more heated. He was getting up from making another snowball when he got hit in the face, getting to taste the thing. He tried to come closer to throw as many of them as he possibly could in revenge, yet it seemed like he was pretty much losing.

The snow was a bit above ankle-high, yet he still managed to trip. He now knew he was completely doomed, saying his last prayers in latin. Fang used the situation to put his already made snowball into use, yet wanted to scare him at first.

Buster could see him towering over him, supporting his body with one arm set on the ground along his legs, and grasping the piece of snow the other one with a slick smile. Fang did this to assert dominance🐺🐺👅👅, and to let him know that he was da KING👅👅

They remained in that position for a while, oblivious to what was going on just a few meters away. It seemed as if the ginger had forgotten his mother was coming back home in fact that day, and not the one after.

After she had put her bags away she heard some commotion in her backyard, so as any normal person she went to check. She looked outside the window, just to see his son in such a setting. Her neutral expression had descended into a slight frown, tinted with anger.

She stood there for a few more seconds, wanting to see whether it was just a coincidence, and that she just glanced in a moment that she could’ve interpreted in a wrong way, but with another 10 seconds passing all of her doubts were answered, and it was clear she’d need to discuss some stuff with him.

It only took a second for Fang to snap out of the frenzy that came with the fight, now remaining in place purely because he realized what's happening. The other didn't seem to move either, they just stared at each other in silence.

"Umm.. sorry man. " Fang commented, his thoughts so slow he got up after 30 seconds. "Yeah, I mean uhh, no worries. " The ginger replied, getting up himself, then scratching the back of his neck a little.

Both his hands stung from the cold, and were unpleasantly wet. Even if it was over, he still kind of stood in place, analyzing the situation. "Come on back in, we have to warm our hands so we won't get frostbite. " He stumbled out, gesturing with his hands to go inside.

The blue haired boy walked along with him, buth both of them didn’t say anything. Buster figured that sadly probably the next time they’ll talk normally will be the next time they see each other. He wanted to turn his keys and open the door back up, yet since he was unable to do so he pulled on the door handle.

He hit his friend with a thousand yard stare, realizing that his mom had come home already. He opened the door further, letting his friend walk in. "Hi mom.." He said rather loudly, his last hopes of the dream that he just forgot to close the door vanishing once he saw her shoes along with suitcases.

"Hi miss. " Fang followed up, seeing the woman come out of the kitchen. "Hello, Fang. Hello, son. " She said with a rather cold tone, her expression matching her intonation. "Umm.. We were just going to warm our hands, we were having a snow fight outside. " The ginger looked up at her while taking his shoes off, noticing her crossing her arms.

"I know. " She looked him straight in the eye, hinting towards the fact that she was talking about the previous situation specifically. It seemed as if he had understood, terror greeting his face, even if he tried not to show it.

"So uhh.. yeah, just going to go wash our hands." He said, voice cracking a little, while he walked over to the bathroom with the chinese strolling along. "Is your little friend going to stay over?" They heard her ask, Buster looking over at him, trying to question him this way.

Fang thought for a second, but decided to shake his head no, realizing how weird the situation was, and feeling the rather stressful atmosphere in the household. "No, he’s leaving in a second." He yelled over so she could hear, drying his hands while the other continued to wash his hands.

He said his goodbyes to the blue haired guy, passing on giving him a hug this time not wanting to enrage his mother€34 further. He closed the door behind him, and tried to get to his room to not cause any more trouble.

"Son, I need to talk to you. " He slowly turned around hearing that, knowing what was coming. "Sure, sure. " He walked over to the living room and sitting on the couch his mom pointed to, anxiety painted all over his face.

"So, son.. What was that?" She asked, giving him a look which was indecipherable. "What? Oh um.. I mean, we were having a snowball fight, I don’t know what you mean. " He shrugged looking away, trying to make her let go of the conversation.

"No normal man clings to another like that, and doesn’t let himself get put into situations like these. " She shook her head disapprovingly, taking a sip of her coffee. "You know I’m just touchy and that was nothing. " He kept on directing his gaze to the corners of the room, not wanting to meet eyes with his interlocutor.

"Answer me honestly, Buster. Is he your boyfriend?" He got so surprised and scared with that question, he actually wanted to cry for the first time in a long time. "No!! What?" He asked her, his eyebrows furrowing.

"Son, are you gay?" This time she looked away too, looking outside the window a bit further away. "What? No!! I don’t know, I’ll tell you.." He said and got up, rushing to his room.

He knew since his mother was pissed already locking the door wouldn’t enrage her much more, so he did so, but didn’t slam it, 'cause he knew that would just get him a whooping.

He laid down on his bed, staring onto his wall, not really wanting to do anything else. He needed some comfort which he knew was unachievable, so he tried to find it in attempting to grab out some memories that he found rather heartwarming.

What terrified him most was that he knew that if he could truly deny it, he wouldn’t be thinking it over so much and stressing out about it. He had suspicions in the past, being a bit unsure about his feeling he could make assumptions, but this time he actually realized - he is in fact gay.

At this point he didn’t even really know what to do further, shall he call his local faggot and ask him something?? His mind soon attracted another thought, to him a much worse one - he actually has feelings to a man, which he attempted to deny for so long.

He felt trapped, he had to choose between either his thoughts which would soon drive him crazy, or a confrontation with his mother. He chose to wander around his mind a bit, truing to find a reasoning which could help him deny his sexuality and/or feelings, yet only making him scare himself further.

[this is yhe part when he vomits, skip if u want, i need those extra words, sorry👍🏼👍🏼]
He felt sick to the point that he wanted to throw up, and that’s what he did (not instantly, obviously). He opened his door quietly and went into the bathroom, leaning over the toilet. He thought that maybe if he threw up he would get rid of the uneasy and uncomfortable feeling, which truly resided in his brain and not in physical body, but being so strong that it just made him sick.

He supported himself with his left arm remaining on the seat, while he used the other. He got his index and middle finger deep inside his throat, making him gag a little, then actually helping him to achieve what he desired.

He quickly wiped his face and flushed the water, washed his hands and left the bathroom quickly. He locked the door once again, convincing himself that he felt a relief after that. Since he deprived himself of some malnutrition, he felt pretty dizzy, so he laid down on his bed.

[end]

He felt angry at himself for acting like a bulimic girl after a breakup, but he was desperate to find something that would make him feel better. He stretched his arms out and observed them carefully, soon feeling the blood leave them from holding them up for so long.

He felt so exhausted emotionally he just tried to fall asleep, succeeding almost immediately. He just prayed he won’t get awakened by his mothers knocks on the door, but instead by his biological clock.

[i forgot to mention/explain!! they’re about 17 there, they’re in the 3rd year of high school/11th grade (junior year for the americans). they met in high school in the first year of it, hope it clarified stuff a little👍🏼👍🏼]

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Buster was extremely bored, moving from side to side laying on his bed. He didn't really have much to do, and frankly he wasn't in the mood to play video games either.

He thought for a second and settled that he'd very gladly go out with Fang somewhere. He hoped that he won't get mad at him for being so sudden with the invitation, but it doesn't hurt to try.

He reluctantly got up and walked over to his desk, on which he'd placed the phone before. He picked it up and picked his number, anticipating an answer.

"Hello?" He heard after some dialing sound looping for a few seconds. "Hi man!! Are you busy? Wanna go out somewhere?" He asked excitedly, going back to sit on his bed.

"I'm afraid that may not be that possible. " Getting to hear his voice for a bit longer now made it clear enough to him that he wasn't really in the shape to go anywhere. The man had an extremely raspy voice, at times almost incomprehensible.

"Damn, what happened? You sound like you're a grandma who's smoked 12 packs a day. " He asked to make sure it's what he thought it was. "I'm sick you asshole!!" As soon as Fang raised his voice a little he had to resent to coughing.

"Aw man. Your momma make you soup?" The ginger asked, reminiscing of the times in which for his cold he'd be rewarded with a nice warm brew. "Once again, not really possible. The one fucking time I get sick she's outta town at my grandparents' place with my dad. "

"Damnn, I feel bad a little, it's kinda my fault, you know?" He switched to laying on his back. "Nah man, how?" This was followed by an ungodly sound he could only figure was a horrendous cough.

"Well, I dragged ya out to have a snow fight and shit.." He spoke, one leg on the other, checking his nails out like a diva. "It was my idea tho? Sorry man, it's not really good for me to speak, it pains like hell. "

"Maybe I'd come over to help ya a little, huh? I don't have anything to do and frankly I'd appreciate an extension of the christmas break if you infected me. " He asked as soon as he came up with the idea of it.

"Won't it be a fatigue for you though? I don't wanna cause any problems for you. " The man followed his speech up with some coughs again. "Naw dude, it's all good. Are you feeling well enough to do some baking? I have bought some dumbass gingerbread cookies formula and I want to use it, it'll expire soon. "

"Ummm, no, yeah, I could.  You sure it's not a problem?" The man checked again. "Naw dude, for real. I could get going soon if you want to. " He already got up, happy to see his friend. "That would be great. See you dude!!" The guy hung out before he could say his goodbyes back, but it wasn't a big issue.

Buster frowned upon remembering yesterday's events, or rather the talk he had with his mother, even though it felt like all the negative feelings expired with him waking up this morning.

He realized that he'd have to see her at some point on his way out the house, which made him really demotivated to do anything. He sighed, recalling that he was doing it for his friend, for whom he'd be willing to sacrifice himself to a chitchat with his mother for.

He quickly took the box with the gingerbread formula into his hands and opened his door quietly, hoping she was in the kitchen and with some piece of luck not hear him nor see him. He made his way down the stairs cautiously, still praying to whatever gods he remember existing.

He had reached the vestibule, relieved that he wasn't noticed. His euphoria didn't last soon, as he heard a voice coming from behind him while putting his shoes on. "Where are you going?" His mother asked full of suspicion.

"To Fang's. He's sick and.." He tried explaining causally, yet got interrupted. "To Fang's? What for?" This pissed him off a little, he kept on tying his shoes while replying. "I was just telling you, and you interrupted. He's sick and his mom isn't home. I'm coming to help him. " He told her, making his tone a little more annoyed.

"You and him are almost adults, he'll live. No need to interfere. " She looked at him. "I'm just being friendly, I get all of my energy sucked out of me when I'm sick myself, I'm sure he'll appreciate the help. " The ginger replied, shrugging, then opening the wardrobe to take out one of his coats.

"Fine, go. " His mom told him, walking away. He quickly pulled the hat out from one of the sleeves he shoved it into, then put it on his head. "Will you lock the door?" He asked her, opening it. He knew his mother was angry, but frankly he didn't think it would be much of an issue.

"Sure. " He could hear her yell a little annoyed, but not as much. He sighed and closed the door. This time he remembered to bring his headphones with him so he could have a bit more entertainment on his way there.

He put them on his head and turned on one of his playlists, while he walked rather quickly, feeling like doing so. It seemed as if even more snow fell since yesterday which he didn't notice, just the pure feeling of staring at it actually seemed to resemble those childhood memories of staying out while it was dark outside and playing in the snow.

He got to his closest bus stop and checked the board, curious to see when will the next bus come. To his luck it was only a minute away, so he didn't have to wait out in the cold for so long.

It seemed as if it came even quicker, so he just appreciated the occasion and entered it. He noticed that it was filled with people, so he took a second to look around to find a place to sit in.

He took a free spot next to some old lady, looking out the window to make the time pass faster. Some time had passed, and he found himself entranced with his thoughts. A bit of overthinking had caused him to be scared that his mother might kick him out soon, remembering her saying something about them being 'almost grown adults'.

He obviously knew that not soon after new year's he turns eighteen, which would give him less than a month under his mother's roof. Of course, as far as their relations weren't as good, it wouldn't be much likely for her to kick him out just like that, yet the possibility still stood, the recent tension between them making the situation worse.

He calmed himself down, clarifying to his own self that it's not likely. He decided to still try and improve their relationship a little, so she would at least get second thoughts, if she actually wanted to make him move out.

Some time later, after he finally stopped thinking about it he took his phone out and started to check his social media. He didn't do it often, but he didn't have anything better to do. After some mindless scrolling he shut his phone and shoved it back into his pocket, observing the scenery outside the window.

The whole ride took about 40 minutes, but at least it was a direct route, so he didn't have to switch from one bus to another. He quickly hopped off the bus and wandered off in the direction of where Fang's house was.

He knocked on the door, but quickly regretted it, because it would mean his poor little weak miniscule petite friend would have to get out of bed and walked to open the door, and he actually had received the keys to his home some time ago.

He took the charm on which different keys were hung on, and located the one he needed. He quickly put it in, hoping the chinese would hear it and go back to bed. He unlocked it and went in.

"Hi dude!!" He yelled, shutting the door and taking his shoes off. He put his coat on a nearby hanger, and navigated to his friend's room. He knocked on the door, and once he gained permission he entered.

"Hey man, how you doin'?" He asked with a light smile. "Been worse. " The blue haired man sighed, rubbing his eyes. "Want me to do anything for you?" He questioned again, happy to help him.

"Do you know how to? I'm pretty hungry, I'll help you make soup later. " Fang replied, sighing. "Yeah bro, you forget how often my mom leaves. I basically live alone and my rent is just being paid. " He answered, shrugging.

"Ah, okay, sorry.." The ginger put a hand on his forehead, doing it out of habit. "Damn man, you got a fever too?? I will give you a cold compress, wait.." Before the other could answer he walked out of the room.

On his way to the kitchen he picked up a towel, then went up to the sink to soak it with cold water. He squished it on the sides of the sink so that it wasn't dripping (he once got scolded that the panels will swell up from the water😒) and went back.

"Here you go dude, rest, go to sleep or something, I'm gonna make you soup. " He smiled, putting the compress on the chinese's forehead. "You don't have to take care of me like a mother, you know? You're my friend, you should bring me snacks and play video games with me even though my head hurts, and try to get infected from me or something. " Fang shrugged, smiling.

"Naw bro, you're the only real one, I gotta take care of you. I told you though, I don't care if I get sick.." He said with a devilish smirk then went to hug him, partially in hopes that the germs will go onto him. "Okay, I told ya, go tame a nap, Imma make you soup. " He stroked his hair for a quick second then walked away.

He decided to make him chicken soup 'cuz that's what his grandma always made him when he was sick and she'd come over, so he quickly checked the fridge before doing anything.

He felt a little bad because he knew it wouldn't taste as good, since it won't be able to cook for a few hours and instead will be prepared rather fastly (epic cooking knowledge).

He took the chicken out, along with the vegetables, and poured water into one of the pots, waiting for it to start boiling, then putting the ingredients in. He looked carefully, so that he could notice when the meat would start to move off the bone. (i am sorry for including all this cooking shit i need those extra words i fear this chapter may be short or shit)

He used some weird claws he found to get the chiken out, then cut the meat into pieces, as he was taught. After doing that he quickly rinsed the pot, leaving only the vegetables he had in there.

He cut them up into pieces aswell, wanting to make it all nice and dandy. After he'd prepared all the stuff he needed he took out the pot again, and poured all of the ingredients in along with some water, then he let them cook.

He also found some noodles, so he quickly prepared a smaller one and started boiling the water so he could make them aswell, wanting to add them to his soup later. When he noticed it bubbling he put them in, remembering what time it was.

He decided to go back to his friend for a second to check on how he was doing. "Hey man, you feelin' aright?" He asked, opening the door. The other nodded, doing something on his phone. "I got about 15 minutes before I need to go back into the kitchen, wanna do something?"

"Ahh, sure. " The chinese smiled, putting the phone away and patting the spot next to him. Buster got onto the bed and took a seat in that place, running his hands through his face quickly.

"Mane, I'm so bored. There's nothing to do, especially when you're sick. " Fang stated, quickly grabbing a tissue out of the box that stood next to his bed (for the right reasons🙏🏼) and blowing his nose.

"Well it depends on how much you feel like you're able to do, ya know? 'Cuz like, sometimes even when sick you're willing to actually go around and do some stuff and sometimes you only feel like sleeping. "The ginger shrugged, quickly wrapping an arm around the guy next to him.

"Yeah.. I mean, I'm pretty tired for now. " The blue haired man sighed, laying his head down on the others shoulder. He took his phone out and started doing something on it, while Buster just stared. It was a moment filled with silence, but definitely one filled with comfort and not awkwardness.

"I saw your mom get pretty pissed yesterday, what was that about?" Fang finally asked after putting his phone away. He paused for a second, and only then spoke. "I don't know, she hates fun and whimsy on god. Bro, imagine that she kept pampering me with questions about my sexuality. " He told him, grabbing his nose bridge with his fingers.

"That's crazy man, she wasn't like super annoying with it tho, right?" The chinese questioned, looking over at him (at least to the extent he could). "No, I mean, yeah, you know. " He shrugged, remembering how beaten up he felt.

"I gotta go man, I need to continue on making you the soup. You want tea? Go take a nap, man. " He got up, but quickly looked behind him when he got to the doorframe. "Uhh, yeah, a tea would be nice. " The blue haired man coughed a little, after that Buster got back to the kitchen.

He turned off the gas on the stove he cooked the noodles on, and put them into a bowl with a mesh so that they would dry a little. He took out some spices to add flavour to the soup which now was cooking on a rather smaller gas, which he turned up in hopes it would make itself faster.

He gave it about ten more minutes, to make, in the meantime gwtting water into the kettle and putting it on the burner, waiting for it to start boiling. He looked into the different shelves around the kitchen, trying to find the teabags. Once he found them he put one into a cup, and when he heard the kettle whistle he poured it into it.

After that he got back to finishing the soup, he poured it into one of the bigger bowls, then cut some carrots into it, and added a bit of pepper in. He grabbed the bowl he had kept the noodles in, and added them aswell.

(again, so sorry for so much cooking stuff, i want it to have as many words as possibel you know..)

Waiting for the soup to cool down a little he grabbed thte cup handle and walked over to his friend's room, opening the door with his foot. He put it on the nightstand next to the bed, and informed him that the food will be ready soon.

He brought the bowl over to the table in the living room, then called Fang over. He took a seat next to him, wanting to see whether he liked what he made.

"I'm sorry if it's a little ass, I'm still learning, you know. " He shrugged, trying to defend himself. "Naw man, it's good, seriously, thanks for all this effort, even if I wasn't sick I wouldn't find the motivation in myself to make this. " The chinese patted his back in gratitude.

"Aren't you eating too?" The blue haired man asked, turning his head to look at him. "Nah, not hungry. " He told him honestly. He waited until he finished eating then took the bowl away to put it into the dishwasher.

He quickly went back to his friend's room, and took the same spot he did before. "Dude, for real, thanks for this shit. You care for me more than some of my relatives. " Fang embraced him, thanking. "No worries man, I'm used to this typa stuff and I'm happy to do it for somebody else too. " He hugged him back, and they stayed like that for a while.

"You feel like making those gingerbread men or not really??" He asked, loosening the grip a little. "Mm, nah. We could watch a movie. I might fall asleep tho, good food makes me sleepy ya know. " The chinese winked.

"Stop glazing my cooking dude. " Buster sighed, shaking his head dramatically. "Nawww, you gotta appreciate your bros. " He told him, going for another hug, even if the previous one hasn't really ended.

"Okay, umm, what do you wanna watch?" He asked him, getting up. "I'll pick in a second, we have to go to the living room to watch. " Fang ssid, stepping out of the bed. The ginger quickly took a blanket along with some pillows with him, to make the watching more comfortable.

He brought them over on the couch, while the chinese grabbed the remote and turned the TV on. He opened up one of the streaming apps or something, and started going through his recommended list.

"Ohh, I wanted to watch this one for a while, come on. " The blue haired man pointed on the screen, showing him one of the movies. "Go on man, you're sick and shit, you get to pick. " The chinese quickly clicked some buttons then put away the remote, and leaned back on the couch.

Not even two minutes in, and he could feel additional weight being put onto him. He glanced at his side and noticed the other laying his head around his shoulder, which made the watching experience more enjoyable.

He snuck his hand behind his back and wrapped it around him, hand resting around his torso. They both watched intrigued, yet neither of them fully paid attention, having other stuff to think of. 🤫

"Wait, pause for a second." He whispered, not wanting to miss any dialogue by talking. The man did as he was told, then looked at him a little confused. "I’m gonna extend the couch, we did that once, remember?" He asked, getting up.

The other nodded, then quickly went into the direction of his room. "I’m going to get my tissues!!"He heard him say. He grabbed the string attached from underneath the upper part of the couch and pulled it, making an additional space to lay on.

(does anubody know what i mean??? like the back collapses and it makes extra space)

He quickly put the blanket back on it and laid down, with his back against the rather cold wall. He waited for his buddy to come back, which didn’t last long. The chinese unpaused the movie and laid down in front of him, in a similar position.

He pulled him a little closer, embracing him once again. The realization he came to yesterday admittedly made him a little more awkward, but also added some extra confidence, which he frankly didn’t despise.

Some time later he heard snoring, which he genuinely wasn’t able to not hear, given it sounded like a 60 year old man with severe breathing difficulties. He actually felt a little bad, knowing the poor guy’s nose must’ve been stuffed.

Although the movie had ended he just kind of stayed like that, enjoying it very much. With more time passing he got a little bit bored, and got up eventually (albeit carefully, not wanting to wake him up).

He wandered around the house, walking past the storage space he noticed a little album. He felt a little silly for snooping, but he did want to see the chinese when he was younger, which he bow realized he didn’t really have the chance to see.

He sat down on his friend’s bed and opened it up, looking through it. He soon felt a hand on his shoulder, which startled him a little. "Dudeee, you found that folder!! I haven’t seen it in ages, let me see, bro!!" Fang told him enthusiastically through coughs.

He moved to make some space for him, and moved it a little more into the middle. "Oh, I remember this!! This is when in like, 2nd grade I think, they did a carnival, and we had to get dressed, and my dad made me go as a pack of malboros. " The chinese pointed energetically to a picture.

He snorted a little when he saw it, 'cause who does that?? "Bro, why did they let you roam around with short hair?? It looked like ass. " He asked with obvious irony in his voice. "Riiight?? I look so much better now. " "Yes, like a beautiful young lady. Take the fucking rubber band off your hair, man!!"

The other sighed and untied his hair, immediately going back to looking at the pictures. "How long have you been growing it out for??" He asked, intrigued. "Ah, I think in the eight grade I stopped cutting it or something. After that I just get my ends cut from time to time. " The man shrugged.

"You should put on make up someday and go out, you have such a petite face people on the street will stop and tell you you are the most beautiful woman they had ever met in their entire life. " He told him, smiling. "You have a fucking fetish dude. Freaky ass." The blue haired man shook his head disapprovingly and sighed in an over exaggerated manner.

Their conversation was interrupted by a ringing phone. "It’s freakybob dude!!" Fang yelled as the ginger went to get his phone. "Hello?" He picked up, and walked into a corner of the room to not be interrupted. 'Get home now. I don’t want you doing god knows what, you’ve been there long enough.' He heard his mother’s voice through the speaker.

"What? Why? You never had a problem with me being over at Fang’s place for so long. " He asked confused, and a little agitated. 'I saw what I saw. ' His mom answered. "I already told you, nothing is going on!!" He rose his tone up a little. 'I’m not arguing with you on the phone, don’t piss me off further. Get home, now. Chop, chop. ' She told him firmly, then hung up.

"Fuck man, I gotta get home, my mom is being a bitch." He walked up to his friend who was busy blowing his nose. "Aw man, really?" The chinese frowned a little. "Yeah.. I cleaned up the kitchen after cooking though, so it shouldn’t be an issue. " He gave him a little smile.

"Boy, Ion care about the mess. At least say goodbye or something, hm?" Fang said. "Ah, sorry. Bye, bye. " He leaned over to give him a hug, which they were both used to being long.

He finally got up and walked over to the corridor and got his coat out, then put it on. He helped himself against the wall when putting his shoes on, then tying them. "Bye man, I’m sorry I had to go so suddenly, it’s not up to me. " He hugged his friend once again as a goodbye.

"Nah man, it’s not your fault. Thank you so much for the help, I’m too tired for all this. " Fang told him as he opened the door. He walked out and headed for the bus stop extremely unhappy.

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Buster was laying in his room, trying to take a nap, recalling the events of the past few weeks. Since Fang got sick, they didn't really get to meet, most they could do was play games with each other.

Then, his mother made him go visit his cousins for a week or so during Christmas, so once again, he didn't really get to spend time with his friend. What's worse was that he got his phone taken away, even if he's almost an adult, because he did something to piss his mom off.

Now, he could only speculate it's because he was trying to text the chinese all the time, which his mother didn't appreciate, nagging him on how this is the only family he's got beside her and that when she dies they'll be the only ones left for him.

The reasoning was very dumb, besides they were extremely, extremely conservative, so if they were actually close with him they would've instantly stopped contact once they found out about some stuff which will remain unmentioned. 🫡

When he finally got back after a hellish week of basically being the nanny for those kids while the adults got drunk practically every single day, he was hoping to finally go and meet up with Fang.

It had seemed that the universe has charged him for something, sending another obstacle onto his course. Turns out, that it was the blue haired man that had to go somewhere this time, because his father wanted him to go visit his grandparents for new years.

And frankly that's what ruined his plans, he was hoping to meet up, and make a move then, maybe go as far as have a new year's kiss, if everything went right. Obviously, his hopes have been shattered, and now he was left to remain alone in his house, once again, because his mother had gone on another delegation.

It's been five days since the new years, and it just so happened to be his birthday. He wasn't doing much this day, mostly watching some movies and occasionally picking up his phone when somebody called him to wish him something.

He was just about to get up and make some tea, when he got interrupted by another phonecall once again. He quickly glanced at the dialer ID, then picked up. "Hey Busterrr!!" He could hear the very gay accent he didn't get to hear since the trip. ✊🏼

"Oh, hey man, what's up?" He could assume what the point of the call was, but it never hurt to ask. "Happy birthday, honey. May the gods bless you, blah blah. Wish you luck with Fang, also, if that's still going on? Aw man, you're a capricorn, I just realized. You know, capricorns usually piss me off, and they're very va.."

"Ah thanks, I didn't know you knew when my birthday was. " He felt as if he didn't interrupt the man would've gone on endlessly, and frankly he didn't feel like hearing it. "Sweetheart, if you're the queen of gossip you could do so much with your knowledge on people at least. And you didn't answer, is that thing with Fang still going on?" You could almost feel the facial expression reeking from the tone.

"Umm, I mean, yeah.." He decided to just put his phone on speaker and go make himself tea either way. "Ughh, you two are so stubborn!! Just tell each other, the gaydar is going off strong and that's coming from ME!!"

He got to the kitchen and set the phone on the counter as Angelo spoke.  "Uhh.. thanks man? I gotta go, thank you for the wishes, bye bye!" He started to pour the water into the kettle, hoping to do it fast enough to be able to hang up.

"No problem, babes. Have a great rest of your day." The man hung up by himself, so he just continued on making his beverage. He looked outside and noticed how dark it was getting, despite it only being past 4PM.

He got pulled out of his thoughts by the loud, annoying squeal of the boiling water, so he quickly turned off the stove. He got some herbs into the glass and poured the water over it, still pondering.

He honestly didn't think much about it earlier, but it felt so weird once he realized he was now legally adult. He only took a few sips of his tea and decided to quickly go get a small, celebratory beer or something.

He put on his coat along with his ushanka he got from the family, then quickly tied his shoes. He grabbed the keys and locked the door, after that he headed out.

On his way he thought about the fact that Fang still hasn't called with any wishes. He usually doesn't care for them, but a) it's his eighteenth birthday b) he lowkey-highkey had feelings for him, so obviously he expected something.

He assumed it was probably him being busy with his grandparents, although he couldn't recall if he should be home by now or not. He was just hoping be'd get a text at least, it would genuinely satisfy him enough.

Hell, even his mom called, even though she didn't sound too enthusiastic. He had reached the local cornerstore by now, so he opened the door and went in. The difference in the temperatures was extremely contrasting, making him all warm.

He went over to the alcohol beverages section and got the one he remembered his uncle drink the most, assuming it was the best option. He went over to the counter and greeted the cashier.

"May I see the ID please?" She asked, not especially interested in what she was doing. He proudly pulled it out of his pocket, and slid it to her. "Okay, thank you. Happy birthday by the way. " She scanned the product then gave him his ID back.

"Cash or card?" She asked, handing him the product. "Uhh, cash. " He dug in his pocket and pulled out a few coins, counted them, then gave her the even price. "Thank you. " She said, putting the coins into the cash register after counting them.

He walked out of the store with the can in hand. It's obviously not like he hasn't drank before or anything, but an occasion like this calls for those methods.

A few minutes later he reached the house he knew so well, he put the keys in and opened the door. He had gotten used to the feeling of coming to an empty house in the evening, but the way all the lights are out always unsettled him a little.

He set the beer on one of the shelves in the entrance, then tried to untie his left shoe, not noticing he made a whole ass knot. He somehow slid out his foot from it making it tomorrow's problem.

After he got undressed he took the can into his hand and walked over to the living room, deciding to watch something on the TV. He decided to reminisce the good ol' days🦅😈, and looked up some stuff about herobrine on youtube.

He noticed a video that he remembered watching when he was younger, so he clicked on one of the buttons on the remote and turned it on. Opening the beer resulted with a click, the sound having a relaxing effect on him almost instantly.

He took a sip and glued his eyes to the screen, pondering about where it all went wrong now that he is a 40 year old divorced man. The video was pretty short, but out of pure boredom, (but also being slightly entranced) he decided to play another one.

This one seemed to be made a bit more well, instead of windows movie maker and MS paint, and honestly he got a little spooked. The person was nice enough to put a jumpscare in the middle of the video, which made his heart's pace go up.

He jumped even higher when he got startled by a knock on the door, who doesn't get freaked out by these?? The scary herobrine videos got to him, it was now completely dark outside, he was home alone, and was about to be murdered.

He walked over to the door as quietly as he could, so he was able to check who it was through the peephole without the person hearing that he was home. He moved over the metal thing that covered it, and looked through.

His heart skipped a bit when he saw who it was, surprising him but also making him happy. He opened the door and was immediately greeted by a big hug from Fang.

"Happy birthday man!! So sorry I didn't call or anything, but we only got back home today and I had to beg my parents to let me go, and once they agreed I thought there was no further point in calling if I was going to visit you. " He broke the embrace so the guy could get undressed.

He noticed he had a backpack with him. It wasn't anything unusual, but frankly he was hoping for a gift or something similar. The chinese quickly grabbed it into his hand when it was time to go further into the house.

The blue haired man went up through the stairs, so he followed, assuming that they were going to his room. He tried to fastly recall whether he had anything embarrassing left over in his room, but after a quick scan through his mind he couldn't recall anything.

They sat on his bed and Fang placed the backpack down. "Okay man, I got gifts, but before that, my wishes, alright??" He asked, smiling. "Sure!" "Okay.. so. Happy birthday my dear friend, you are the best person I've met. Uhh, I wish you health, prosperity, and for all of your wishes to come true, yada yada. And for you to get some. Nah, but for real, umm, you're seriously an amazing person and deserve the world. I don't know what else to say. " He showed him a little thumbs up once he finished speaking, then hugged him tightly.

"Thank you man.." The ginger said, his voice coming out muffled as he was buried in the others shoulder. He was very moved by the wishes, even if they weren't anything special in particular.

After they glued away the chinese got a very slick smile on his face, then reached for his backpack. "And now, for your gifts. Since it's your eighteenth birthday, I got you a bit more stuff than usual. "

He started by pulling out the first gift. "Okay, so here is the first one. I got you a signed copy of THE UNSPOKEN SIGMA RULES: THE GUIDE ON HOW TO BE A LONE WOLF. Thrns out my grandma has a friend who has a friend whose son wrote this. " He handed it to Buster, who was nodding.

"I'd disinherit. " The ginger giggled, thanking him for the gift. "Okay, second, and now don't complain that it's gay 'cause you already look like you are. I made you another bracelet!!"  He handed it to him. It was made from clear blue beads, along with some different orange charms.

The man put it on his wrist smiling. "Nah, this one isn't gay, bro. This one is badass. " He stated, putting a hand on Fang's shoulder. "Okay. Now, I got the most fun gifts. " His smile got very wide, but it was one of those sketchy ones.

The chinese first pulled out a big bottle of vodka. "I spent 50€ on this, all of my life savings bro. On god. Trust me. All of this for you. " Fang gave it to him very carefully. "Well I hope we can down it together, ya know?" He smiled.

"Oh nah, not with the last gift. Now, I had to ask a friend to ask a friend to ask a friend who knew a guy to pull this off. Had to even download telegram bro.." The chinese reached into his backpack again, and pulled out a box.

He looked at him confused, then opened it. His eyes lit up a little, noticing what was inside. "A joint??!! Dudeeeee!!!!!" He quickly wrapped his arms around the y waist and hugged him tightly. "Thanks for all the gifts man, seriously. It'll be hard to top it. "

A few minutes have passed (irrelevant what they were doing)(the same thing), and now they were heading downstairs. "Hey man, would you wanna smoke the joint now, perchance?" Fang asked, looking at him.

"Sure! You haven't smoked before, right?" He asked to make sure. "Nah, it'll be my first time. " The chinese shrugged. "That makes the two of us. Shouldn't we get a sitter, or shit?" He questioned, taking a seat on the couch.

"Yeah.. It should be somebody we both know though. " The blue haired man told him, putting an arm behind his back. "Oh, I know damn well I'm not calling anybody from that fucking hotel room over. " He shook his head frantically.

"Uhh, you know Maisie, right?" Fang asked, going through people he knew in his head. "Yeah, our mom's are friends, I think I know her longer than you. I fear she's not gonna wanna put up with us, though. " He informed him, scratching the back of his neck.

"Nah, she should agree to, call her, if anything she can just say no. " The chinese shrugged. "Sure. " He pulled his phone out of his pocket and dialed her number, he glanced at his friend while anticipating for her to answer.

"Hello?" He finally heard her say. "Hi Maisie, umm.. I’m with Fang right now and we were wondering if you would be willing to, umm… like, we want to try hitting a joint and shit, and we haven’t done that before, so we need somebody to watch over us, if it’s not an issue, I mean umm.." He knew that she wouldn’t tell of him, but he couldn’t tell whether she’d agree to something like that.

"Uhh, and what’s in it for me?" He thought for a second. "We can each give you 4€. " He glanced at the boy next to him, remembering how much money he spent on his gift. "Actually, I’ll pay you 6, Fang will pay 2. Deal?" He hoped for an agreement.

"Okay I guess. See you in a bit, bye bye. " The second she hung up he gave his friend a high five, smiling. "Dude, I’m so excited!!" The chinese said rather loudly. "Just don’t get addicted, man. " He shook his head disapprovingly a little. "This applies for you too. "

A few minutes later they heard the doorbell, which wasn’t surprising, since Maisie lived only a few streets away from him. He opened the door and greeted her, trying not to make her annoyed or anything.

After she took her coat and shoes off she went to the living room and sat them down. "Okay, some ground rules. Don’t take like 20 hits, I don’t want y’all to go crazy. Second of all, if anything, I wasn’t here. Also, obviously do it somewhere where you can ventilate it easily. Just don’t try to fully rely on me in this, and also pay up front. Y’all fine with it??" She asked, obviously not very serious.

"Mhm, hold on.." He got out the needed sum and handed the coins to her, then Fang did the same. "Okay, umm, you think it’s fine for us to try it in my room?" Buster asked to make sure. "I don’t know, I don’t smoke. But as long as you can wash the smell away, yeah. " She shrugged.

They all walked over to the ginger’s room, then the boys sat down on his bed. "I don’t know what to expect. " Fang smiled out of nervousness, watching him get his lighter out. "Me too man, it’s a first to both of us. " He smiled aswell.

He got the joint into his hands, and brought up the lighter to the tip of it, lighting it like a cigarette. He took about 3 hits, not wanting to risk anything since he hasn’t tried it before. He handed it to his friend, who did something similar.

It took a few moments for him to feel it, but once it did, it felt pretty weird, making him feel all loose and relaxed. He looked over to check on the chinese. "I don’t feel this shit at all, man. " He shrugged, laying on his back. "Get up then, let’s go do something. " He giggled, encouraging him with his hand.

Fang’s expression changed a little once he stood up, he could only assume that he only felt it now. It made him laugh, which kind of chained for the other who started chuckling too. "You guys fine?" Maisie looked up from her phone, making sure. "Yeah, yeah.." They laughed once again.

"Damn man, I’m fucking hungry. " The chinese stated, walking down the stairs the most focused he could be. "Yeah, me too.. let’s eat something, man. " He suggested. "What does it really mean to crave food?? As in you know, like, the actual feeling.. how does our body recognize it, you know man??" Fang started circling around the same thing a few times.

"I don’t know dude.. the fuck are you talking about??" He asked, trying to open the fridge, then get some food out. He stopped for a second, so that he could laugh at something unspecified, probably from the depths of his memory.

"Da fuck are you laughing 'bout.." The chinese questioned angrily, looking over at his shoulder. He was pretty inattentive to what he picked out, so he ended up with a celery in hand. He just took a bite and rolled with it, hoping to find some water.

"Let’s go watch something.." Fang seemed to get bored of what they were doing, so he walked over to the couch. Buster walked behind him, then he stood staring at the TV, trying to remember where did he place the remote.

"Damn.. who is this fine babe on the telly??" Fang asked, looking at the screen very intrigued. "That’s me, bro. This shit isn’t even on. " He giggled, although he could admit he got. a little flustered.

"See what good shit I got us??" Fang patted his back once he finally sat down, remote in hand. He gave up on turning it on before even trying, he placed it on the table and went somewhere.

Fang followed behind him a few moments later. It seemed that he got his coat on and went outside. He followed his steps pretty quickly, wanting to join him.

Since it hasn’t snowed in a while the ground was dry, so Buster laid down on the grass. He could feel his heart beating immensely, he closed his eyes because they felt dry to him too. That wasn’t the best move, as his mind wandered off to dark scenarios, which frankly made him a little paranoid.

He now didn’t know whether to lay with his eyes open and let them dry out, or close them and endure the horrors of his imagination. He chose the latter, the dryness causing him physical pain.

Fang opened the door to the backyard of his friend’s house, and looked around. He spotted him laying on the ground, doing something with his hands. He walked over him, his emotions all fuzzy, riled up by the stuff in his system as well.

"Hey dude, all good?" He asked, laying down next to him. "Bro, I think my mom is gonna kick me out.." The man rubbed his eyes, then turned his body to face his. "What? Why??" His eyebrows furrowed a little.

"If she finds out I’m gay I’m done. " The ginger spoke faster than his thoughts could follow, not really caring in a paranoid state like that at the moment. "What?" He asked to make sure. He didn’t expect Buster to be gay, at least out of all his friends, he was sure he knew him well enough to tell?

"Mmmhhh, don’t tell her. I hope you’re not mad at me 'cuz of it. " He rubbed his eyes once again. "No, no, completely not. Hey man, you ok? You’re all fucking sweaty, let me call Maisie over, hold on. "

Only inside of the building he realized that leaving him alone out there probably wasn’t the smartest thing to do, but he would lose the same amount of time going back now and he wouldn’t have helped in any way then.

"Hey Maisie, ummm, Buster’s all sweaty and shit, I’m going back to him, we’re in the backyard. " He quickly told her after running into the room and going back.

He walked over to his friend once again, sitting in a way that he towered over him so he could make sure it’s fine. "You sure you’re feeling alright, I mean at least physically?" He asked, placing the guys head on his laps.

"My throat’s a little sore. " Buster told him, giving him a little smile. "Alright man, Maisie’s gonna bring you something in a second. " He told him, staring at him. "Alrightttt.." The ginger stretched his arms out a little.

The girl soon appeared, she brought over some water along with a pill. "Y’all are too weak for this, I swear.." She handed him the water, sighing. "Drink it, and then swallow the pill, it’s gonna help. " She notified the ginger.

A few minutes later they were in the living room once again, since now Maisie wanted to make sure that everything is happening over her watched. It had seemed as the two had gonne into their previous, giggly state.

"Buster, look, her hair is like popcorn.." He chuckled, pointing to the hair of the girl. "Wait you’re right!!" The ginger laughed alongside him. "Alright guys, I have to go, and it seems as the effects are gonna wear off soon. If I were you I’d just go to sleep, ya know? I cleaned up the thing already, and opened your window so the smell should be out by the morning. " She told them, making sure they were listening.

"Alright, thanks girl!!" Fang yelled, following her to the entrance. "You sure you can handle it without me??" She made sure, willing to stay if needed. "Yeah, yeah. We’re prolly gonna go to sleep. " He nodded quickly. "Thanks for the help Maisie, adios!!" Buster shouted alongside his friend.

"Okay man, we going to sleep now??" He questioned, walking up the stairs after turning the lights off. "Yeah, this was enough for me.." The ginger nodded, strolling behind him.

Buster quickly got the blanket off his bed revealing his beautiful thomas and friends bedsheets. "You have something to change into??" The ginger asked him. "Nah. " He replied truthfully. "Uhh.. alright, Imma give you something.." Buster told him, opening his wardrobe up.

He got handed a smaller shirt alongside some shorts, so be went to the bathroom to change. Once he was dressed he quickly went to take a few more sips of water, then got into the bed.

They found it kind of troubling to fall asleep, being a little energized by the state they were in. "Fuck dude, you look like a fucking hamburger.." Fang shouted, no feeling to how loud he was. "The fuck you mean??" Buster asked with furrowed eyebrows.

"Nah, look.. Your freckles are like, the things on the bun.. and your skin is like the bun, and umm…" He explained, pointing along and giggling a little. "Fuck off. " The man chuckled. "Alright man, Imma go to sleep, seriously. Goodnight. " It was almost natural for them to entangle themselves into an embrace. ( remember guys, old chinese method for a good nights sleep is to hug your bro goodnight🐺🐺🐺. )

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The past few weeks weren't pretty eventful, the only thing worth noting down would be the job interview Fang attended. It surprisingly went pretty splendid, he actually got a call back even though he didn't expect one.

So now, he would be working at a cinema nearby his house after school. He was indeed pretty excited, only picking up summer jobs in the past, contrasting with the 'real' kind of job he had now.

He frankly didn't know what to expect for his first day, besides just trying to do his best, and present himself best.

He woke up and looked around his room, trying to remember what day it was. Remembering it was indeed the middle of the week he got up, wanting to get ready for school.

He went to the bathroom and grabbed the toothpaste, then put it onto the toothbrush he put into a cup. He brushed his teeth pretty quickly, then realized that if he actually wanted to give something he would need to shower at least.

He turned the water on and cupped his hands, getting water into them then washing his mouth out with it. He dried his hands and face with the towel and hopped into the bathtub, trying not to spend much time in the bathroom.

Once he was done he brushed his now wet hair out, and ledt the room. He felt cold, because it was morning and february was only starting, making the temperatures outside drop below zero.

He figured since he'd be coming back home after school and only then be going to work he wouldn't go out of his way to wear something more humble, so instead he put on his usual fit.

He looked around the living room and kitchen to see whether his parents had already left for work or not, which it seemed that they did. That meant he'd have to prepare both his breakfast and lunch, so he got to work not wanting to waste much time.

He grabbed the bread that laid on the counter and cut a few slices, then looked in the fridge for anything that he could use. He saw a few unused slices of ham, so he grabbed them and put them in both the sandwiches, putting one of them in the lunchbox.

He sat down for a bite to eat, losing his attention span approximately 2 seconds later he went to his room to get his phone.

What lost him was the fact that he didn't check his phone even for a second before, only now he realized how late it was. He didn't question not being awakened by the alarm, but now that he acknowledged it he was pretty angry with himself.

He ran to his room again to get his backpack and then put his shoes on, along with a hat and coat aswell. He knew his mom would be mad after seeing footprints of dirty shoes around the house, but he couldn't leave for school with an empty stomach and he left the food on the table.

He finally walked out the door and quickly locked it, quickening up his pace to get to the bus stop as soon as he could. He frowned a little, realizing that he would miss the only class he had with Buster that day, which would leave him to be bored during the other classes.

According to his calculations🤓🤓he should have been able to get to school during about the third class, which wouldn't be so bad. It seemed that even though he'd lived an unfortunate morning luck was with him now, since the bus came pretty quick.

He chose a seat next to a window and glanced at his phone to pass the time. He had some unread messages from the ginger along with texts from his other friends, whom frankly he didn't care about as much.

It seemed as the guy was pretty anxious about the ones absence, so he fastly answered as not to worry him more. He got a text back seconds later, which had turned into a conversation. His drive there was mostly filled with talking to Buster through whatever messaging app he used, making the time pass quicker and nicer.

Only when he heard the doors open he realized he had in fact arrived at the bus stop he was supposed to get out on, so he got his bag on and left quickly.

He checked the time, wanting to see whether he needs to rush as to not be late for the next period or if the earlier one hasn't ended yet. It seemed as if he had about 20 minutes until his class, so he walked at a steady, normal pace.

He reached the school's doors and pulled on them, getting inside. He went to his locker to put his clothes away first. He walked through the empty, quiet halls, looking around.

Once he'd arrived at his locker he got his key out and opened it up, then took his coat off along with his hat. He closed it and made sure nobody would open it, and went near the classroom his next class was in, so he leave put his backpack on the ground and wander around the school freely.

He checked his friend's schedule in his phone and walked over to the room he had his class in, wanting to greet him up front, and apologize for being late.

He sat down next to the heater, enjoying the opportunity to warm up. He took his phone out and scrolled through social media for a while, wanting to speed the time up.

Hearing the bell ring he shoved the device back into his pocket and walked up, looking out to spot the familiar ginger. It had seemed as if the other had saw him first, walking up to him before he could realize.

Fang gave him a quick hug, and greeted him. "Hey dude!! So sorry you had to spend the period without me. I swear, my alarm didn't ring. " He complained, honestly explaining himself to the guy.

"Maybe if you didn't play fortnite until 3AM we would be having this conversation in class. " Buster pointed a finger at his face and shook his head disapprovingly, although ironically.

"So, wanna go out somewhere after school??" The ginger asked with a smile, sitting down on the ground as he did too. "Oh, sorry man. I thought I told you, today's the first day of that job I got at the cinema. " He answered a little saddened

"Ah, it's totally fine. Got your schedule yet so I know when we can hang out?" The guy asked, looking at him. "Oh, yeah, I'll send it to you. " He nodded.

"Uhh, could we just go near the classroom I have the next lesson at? I don't wanna rush it, ya know??" Buster requested, getting up. He nodded and strolled alongside him, having a chat in the meantime.

Through the short walk he only realized how much more people he now recognized in the halls after the trip, even though it was about two months ago. Hell, it made him terrified at times, seeing faces that he did not want to see.

Their talk was interrupted by the bell ringing once again, so he said his goodbyes and went over to the place he was supposed to have his next class at. It luckily wasn't too far away, so he wasn't late (at least to that certain period).

He took a seat in the back, eyeing the teacher who did not appreciate with how small attention he brought to his education. He sighed and reached down to his bag to check if he'd won the notebook lottery this time after putting some random ones in it the night before.

The closest he got to the subject was with his physics notebook, since he was in math class he figured he'd do the same things, just in different questions.

He lost his attention as soon as he heard his name on the roll call, so he quickly yelled out that he's present then took out his phone, covering it with his pencil box.

As soon as he turned it on he got a text from somebody, so he quickly checked who was it. It turned out to be his grandma, who sent him a beautiful cup of tea with a glitter butterfly good morning gif which closely reminded him of the ones Buster sent🦋🦋☕️☕️☕️👅👅.

He glanced above and noticed his teacher walking around so he quickly shut off his phone and shoved it into the pencil case, pretending to be writing something in his notebook.

The rest of the day went by pretty similarly, he just stayed on his phone during class and occasionally met up with the ginger inbetween periods.

The moment he heard the last ring of the day he got up, already packed, and stormed out of the classroom. He was lucky enough to have his class nearby his locker, so a thirty second jog there did the job.

He quickly put his hat on along with his coat, locked it, and ran for the exit. He knew he probably shouldn't be so excited for a job, but it was a new experience for him, which caused him to be so over enthusiastic.

Out of the hurry he forgot to say bye to Buster, which he'd only realized while he was already waiting at the bus stop. He frowned a little, acknowledging that it wasn't the best of a move, but he hoped the guy wouldn't mind.

A touch on his back was what caught him off guard, to which he quickly turned around. "Hey man, just wanted to say bye, and good luck. " He saw the similar face in front of him. "Oh, hi, so sorry I couldn't catch you in school, I was rushing. It was to no avail though, since my bus still hasn't arrived as you can see. " He sighed a little, appreciating the other using his time to go and talk to him.

"No, it's totally fine, I get it. I gotta go now though, my bus is in like ten minutes, and it already takes me about five to get there. " The ginger informed him, a little saddened. "Okay, bye, see you tomorrow!!" He went for a quick hug,

"Bye, and once again, good luck. They couldn't find a better man for the job, on god. " Buster moved away from the hug a little to put a hand on Fang's shoulder, then walked away.

The chinese could tell something was up, but hoped it wasn't anything bad, and that he was just seeing things. He got back to trying to summon the bus with his mind, which would definitely speed up it's drive.

A few minutes had passed and it did indeed show up, to which he quickly got in and looked for a seat. Once he'd taken one he got his headphones out and put on some music, then looked out the window.

He caught himself reminiscing about his friend more rather than the new job, which he wasn't really happy about, since he had hoped to lock in. 🐺🐺🐺 It seemed as if his mind would do it's own thing though, so after some time he just gave up and tried to be attentive to the reality instead of losing himself in his thoughts.

Surprisingly the bus ride was shorter than usual, which he couldn't complain about. The second the doors opened he jumped out and headed in the direction of his house, hoping to eat something before heading out.

He took out his keys as he approached his driveway, then put them in the lock, struggling to open the door. After he got in he took his shoes off, which he sadly had to untie his shoes for, instead of getting to slide them off as he hoped to do.

Once he got out od his outside clothes he glanced at the clock, which read 3:20PM, meaning he got about an hour and a half left. He decided to be a cultured man and wash his hands before cooking anything.

He walked over to the sink and turned the water on, which stung him like crazy, because he was dumb enough to turn it on at the coldest temperature possible. He swung the handle for it to become warmer, the latter not being any better, since he almost burned himself.

After the dubious amount of struggles he dried his hands in the towel, then shut the lights off quickly. He took a stand in front of the counter, pondering on what he should eat, his cooking skills being pretty limited.

Some important decisions had to be made, so he took his time to choose between instant ramen and scrambled eggs. He went with the latter, remembering that it would mean he'd truly maned up, knowing how to make his own food from scratch. 🐺🐺🔥🔥

He took out a pan and turned the stove on, while he got some oil. Trying to remember how much he should add he reminisced of how Buster taught him to do it once, being disappointed with his memories being rather of the moment and maybe, just maybe the guys face, instead of the actual food.

After some second thought he decided to just not put too much, then he waited for it to start warming up. In the meantime he opened the fridge to get an egg, which he then struggled to crack. It ended up working out in the end, but he did indeed have to take the bits of the shells out.

He remembered that one amazing physics class he paid attention to in 7th grade, choosing a wooden spoon to chop the bits of the egg up, knowing that it doesn't transport heat🙏🏼🙏🏼.

After all it didn't turn out too bad, so he proudly served it on a plate along with some badly cut bread slices. He sat down and put the food on the slices, then took his phone out because his attention span couldn't handle eating without a screen in front of his face.

After eating he put the plate along with the pan in the sink, then poured water on them 'because they needed to soak'. He frantically tried to remember whether the cinema actually required professional attire or not, so after some thinking he decided to go semi-formal, which meant not putting on pants 8 times the size meant for him😞😞😢.

The time seemed to have passed pretty quickly, since he now had about 50 minutes left. He packed his stuff into his backpack, which he wasn't even sure he had a place to put it.

With about 40 minutes until his shift he walked out of his house, obviously locking it while leaving. He quickly ran up to the nearest bus stop, wanting to be able to get on the earliest connection.

Two minutes later and one had already arrived, which he got into. He felt pretty embarrassed and swagless, having to walk around in normal sized jeans. Wanting to calm down a little and get a little encouragement he decided to text Buster.

He was hoping he'd answer, which was pretty usual for him. Yet this time, even after a few minutes had passed he hadn't gotten a reply. It saddened him a little, but he tried to pay it no mind, knowing he might've been busy.

The drive wasn't necessarily long, only taking about ten minutes. He got out at his destination, then looked around. He walked towards the entrance to the mall, feeling a little nervous.

He walked past the front door, then made his way to the cinema. He frankly didn't really know who to contact about this, and what should he do, so he just decided to walk up to the counter.

"Uhh, good afternoon, I was supposed to start working here today. Do you know where should I go??" He asked the cashier, which after a second he realized appeared familiar. He remembered seeing her that one time he went out with Buster to see a movie.

"Oh, yeah, nah, you stay here, they told me I need to train you and then you can start working. " The girl made a gesture with her hands for him to come over behind the counter.

"Okay, so, I'll just show you where you can put your coat away and we can start. " She smiled, then started walking. He followed her uncertainly, a little stressed. "Okay, hang your stuff there and then come back. " The woman pointed at the hanger.

Out of all this stress he had genuine worry he would struggle to find his way back, so he got his coat off as soon as possible and basically ran after her.

"Your name is Fang, right? They gave me this nametag to give you. " She handed him a plaque, which he pinned onto his shirt. "Uhh, sorry, may I ask what's your name?" The chinese asked a little awkwardly.

"Oh, I'm Shelly. " The man only now realized she had a nametag too, that he just didn't notice, which made him feel a little dumb. He just nodded and waited for her next steps.

"Uhhh, okay, so. When a client comes and wants to buy a ticket you go over to this screen here..." Shelly moved a little so she could settle in front of the device. "You obviously ask them what time, what movie, and all that stuff, then once they tell you, you click the name.." She pointed around with her finger.

"And then they can just touch which seats they want. Ya let them pay and everything, then hand them the tickets. Got it?" She smiled lightly. "Ah, yeah, I think so. " He nodded.

"Okay, now food wise, you ask them at the same counter, but then just go over there, hold on.." The purple haired girl walked over a few steps. "You know how to serve popcorn, right?" She asked him, not wanting to lose time.

"Yeah, worked at a popcorn stand as a summer job actually. " Fang informed her, answering her question. "Alright.. So, when they ask about a drink you just basically get one of them cups, then basically do the thing you do when you order that infinite refills thing at KFC, you know what I mean?" She made sure.

Although her speech wasn't so audible he grasped the concept. "Mhm. Yeah. " "Alright, I think that's all, you can serve the next customer, I'm gonna watch to help you just in case. " Shelly put a hand on his shoulder, explaining. After that he went over to the counter and anticipated the next person to come by.

In the meantime, they had a little conversation. "So, Fang, you seem like an interesting guy, our shift ends at the same time today I think, would ya wanna go out to get to know each other better?" The girl questioned, glancing at him in a certain way. "Oh yeah, I'm free. " He nodded.

They got interrupted by a girl coming over. "Hello, what can I get for you today?" He asked, voice a little highly pitched, not being used to this. "I wanna buy tickets to the screening at 6:00" She told him.

"Uhh, sure. " He gave her a little smile. He tapped a little on the device he was told to use, and after taking a bit longer than it should have the girl actually got to buy. "Anything to eat, drink?" He asked her, while handing her the pin pad so she could use her card.

"Uhh, yeah. Medium popcorn with a large cola. " She told him. "Ah, alright, let me add that to the bill.." He felt Shelly's gaze on him, which didn't work as a de-stressor well. After some struggle he got her to pay, and went over to serve her food.

The next three hours went by that way, and honestly he felt like he didn't do bad. It was about two minutes past the closing time, and now he was putting his coat on. "So, where do ya wanna go?" Shelly asked him, approaching him to get hers.

"Oh, I can’t be out for that long, we could just go to one of the restaurants here. " He shrugged, suggesting. "Sure! Let’s go then. " She picked her bag up, and put her coat on her shoulder.

They walked away from the cinema, and went down the stairs to the culinary part of the mall. After settling down on which place they should eat at they took a spot and sat down, ordering their food.

"So, Fang, tell me, how old are you?" She asked curiously. "Oh, I’m seventeen. Eighteen this year, actually. " He smiled. "I’m eighteen too. Sorry if this is a little awkward, but you know how icebreakers are. " She answered.

"Wait, what high school do you go to??" He asked a little enthusiastically. "I go to cuntserving school, the one in the further district." The girl told him. "Ahh, I go to dickandballs, the one nearby the centre, you know which one?"

"Yeah, I got some friends there. " She nodded and gave him a little smile. Their conversation went on, along as they ate. After they were finished, he told her goodbye, and wanted to head out.

As a goodbye from her he received a quick hug, which he frankly didn’t expect. Walking to the bus stop he felt pretty happy, hoping to form a new friendship with the girl, who indeed seemed pretty nice.

After he’d taken a seat on the bus he remembered to check his phone, seeing messages from his mom, who he quickly texted to inform that he’s coming back. He felt a little worried not seeing any answer from Buster even though it’s been hours.

He explained it to himself that he probably saw the message late, and realized he was probably already busy and didn’t want to disturb him. At least he hoped it would be that way, and that he wasn’t mad or anything.

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Buster laid on his bed, eyes pointed to the ceiling, blinds shut. He didn't really feel like moving even a muscle, mental work was tiring him more than enough. His mind circled back to all the times he believed he was at fault, no matter the situation.

He hasn't been to school in about a week or so, he didn't really feel like doing it. He kept on remaining in the same position, thinking that if he was to move, reach for his phone or something, it would be telling that he in fact feels alright.

He believed he was overreacting, and was fully committed to believing that. He hasn't been out with Fang anywhere for the past few weeks, the guy's excuse either being 'work' or 'going out with Shelly'.

He would think he could be happy for him, but at the depth of his heart he knew that if it was going to be entangled with his unwellness he wouldn't be able to accept it. For that he felt like a fake person, and gave himself another reason to think that the chinese wouldn't want to go meet up with him for it.

He wouldn't feel so abandoned if not the fact that he didn't have anybody else that close, and he couldn't just complain to random acquaintances, and definitely not as far as hanging out with them.

He didn't cry much often, but this occasion called to. He was overly sensitive in these kind of topics, he wasn't a very social person, so he only relied on one, which now found his comfort in the presence of another.

Any of their encounters in school would be filled with awkwardness, and almost some vacancy in their relationship, reminding them of what it used to be. It was the main reason why he didn't want to attend, it hurt him just seeing him.

It wasn't like they didn't talk - at least at first. The frequency of their chats would go from multiple times a day to maybe, one, two times a week, and that was a long time ago. It really had seemed to him, as if Fang had lost complete interest with him.

So he just resented to lying, sleeping, and getting food from time to time so he wouldn't starve. It felt like an eternity, being the same kind of torture that is desperately trying to fall asleep and not being able to for hours (😒😒), yet he also didn't feel like pursuing anything else.

He wished to just be able to talk with him so often again, see him at least from time to time, but it had seemed as if he was moved to the past of the boy. Now, those were only his observations and feelings, but it's truly how he felt.

He felt the need to talk to somebody, yet Fang has always been his go-to person to complain to, and now that he would be the topic of the complaint he didn't really know what to do.

He wanted to do something about it, so he dedicated his precious laying time, to thinking of at least one way in which he could get to try and fix their relationship.

He remembered his conversation with Angelo at the school trip, him mentioning that if it's complicated in any way he should tell him. He knew it would probably just mostly be the topic for his next gossip session, but frankly he didn't have any other ideas on how to do it.

After two minutes of telling himself to get up he finally did, and reached for his phone. The screen's brightness almost felt like fire on his retinas, to which he heavily squinted. He unlocked it and found the chat he had with him, so he clicked it.

He wrote a short message to Angelo explaining the situation, and asked for any sort of help, having no other option. A few seconds later he received a text that laid something in the words of 'on it!!', to which he just shut his phone and tried to fall asleep.

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Fang was now in the bus, making his way to his job. He was extremely tired after that day's time at school, the teachers being really attentive to the students' doing for some reason, so he had to tiptoe around him.

His spirits were a little lifted remembering that he will see his dear friend, Shelly, at work today. Getting a little lost in his thoughts he started to recall the past day, and only then really noticed that he hasn't seen Buster around for some time now.

It worried him, the way they spaced apart, and the way that he couldn't really get any info on him, but he just went with the thought that he might've been sick or something.

Noticing his stop in front of him he got out, then walked past t
he crosswalk so he could get to the mall. After making his way to the cinema he quickly approached the staff room to hang his coat, then wash his hands.

He got greeted with a pair of hands wrapping around him. He didn't really know why, but those hugs from her always felt so underwhelming, even annoying at times, but he appreciated that somebody was actually happy to see him.

"Hey Shelly, what's up??" He greeted her, smiling. "Nothing much honestly. So hey, umm, I was wondering, would you wanna come over to my place and play on my xbox tonight?" She asked him, giving him a look he didn't really understand.

"Oh yeah, sure! Totally. " He nodded, happy that his shift only would be about two hours that day, since he was only working part time. The girl just stared foe a second, then got back to work.

After he'd handed some clients he took a short break to quiet down for a second. He entered the staff room once again, and took a seat at one of the chairs in there. He just decided to go and look on his phone, to rip himself out of the mundane reality for now.

He scrolled through some social media, but had a thought bugging him in the back of it’s head, worse was the fact that he had no idea what was it. He sat there for a second, trying to decipher his own feelings, yet to no avail.

Followed by a sigh was him getting up, and walking out. He started to talk to a customer, yet frankly it wasn’t going well, something still unnerving him to the point he felt nauseous. After quickly informing Shelly he went to the bathroom, but soon realized there was no real desire to vomit.

Only then he remembered to talk to Buster, maybe check up on him if he’s sick since he did the same. He slipped his phone out of his pocket and entered his messaging app, only to find the option to message the boy unavailable. It was a little distressing, but he soon needed to forget about it after a voice called him out to get back to work.

Once their shifts had ended he and Shelly got their coats on and walked outside, trying to reach the next available bus stop to get them to her house. They were having a delightful conversation, yet to Fang’s inattentive spirit got stopped momentally.

"What do you think you’re doing?" Angelo stood in front of them, face frowned up in disgust. "What do you mean?" He asked, confused, yet not as confused as the girl next to him who had no idea who he was.

"Your friend obviously needs you, yet you have the need to parade around with some girl. He relies on you, Fang, and you know it. You know that he isn’t social. Maybe take at least a second to talk to him, as long as you even remember he exists." The green haired man pulled him aside and whispered angrily, pointing to his chest.

It was really confusing, and started to get to him. The tone wasn’t helping, stressing him out being put on the spot. He was about to reply when he got interrupted by Shelly’s voice. "Hey Fang, are we going or not?" She asked a little impatiently. He nodded and walked up, relieved that he didn’t have to continue that conversation, knowing shit was serious since he didn’t hear a single 'honey'.

"What was that about?" The girl asked, looking at him with an expression of worry mixed with confusion. "Oh, nothing, uhh, I go to class with that guy, we had to make a project and I forgot to call him to do it with him. " He told her nervously, a little proud how soon he came up with that.

She acknowledged it and continued on walking, resuming their conversation. They spotted the bus in the distance so they quickly stopped their talk to be able to run to it, as to not have to wait for another one later.

They found two seats next to each other so they sat down. The purple haired woman resumed their conversation, yet he wasn’t really able to focus. Angelo’s words wouldn’t leave his mind, but he truly tried to distract himself from them.

Once they got out the girl had a huge grin on her face, for no apparent reason, or at least as Fang thought. They walked for about two minutes, going through a street surrounded with beautiful homes, once they finally reached hers. She opened the door and welcomed him in, to which he quickly undressed himself from his coat and boots.

"Take a seat, I’ll be right back. " He did as he was told, and laid himself on the couch, anticipating the girl to come back, happy to have a game buddy. He turned his head around once he heard her come back, it had seemed as she has brought a bottle of wine.

She placed it on the coffee table in front of them, then sat next to him. "So where are the controllers?? Come on, I wanna play already!!" The chinese asked, enthusiastic. Shelly made an annoyed face, which he didn’t really understand, because she was the one to invite him to play on her xbox.

She sighed, then spoke. "I have them out somewhere, give me a second… " Then walked away. A notification was sent to his phone, since he felt it buzz, so he pulled it out. It was some spam as he found out after checking, but quickly remembered to text his dad that he’ll be back late.

The purple haired girl soon came back, with a controller in hand. "Here you go. " She handed it to him, a little unhappy. "Where’s yours?" He turned over to face her. "Oh, I have only one, you can play though. "

"Damn, I thought we would play together.." He sighed a little unhappy, then got up to turn the TV and xbox on. After it powered up he checked what games she had, and picked one that he wanted to but didn’t have the chance to play before.

He sat down in front of the couch, the furniture supporting his back. He started a new game and started exploring, happy he got to test it. Mid game, he felt the girl’s hands slip around him. He didn’t understand why, but it didn’t give him comfort. Instead, he’d probably wish for her to move away, it almost disgusted him.

Some time later, he heard her speak. "Hey, how about we watch a movie instead?" She questioned, swiftly grabbing the remote and changing the HDMI. "Uhh, okay I guess. " He placed the controller down on the coffee table and sat on the couch instead of in front of it.

He waited for her to pick it, but it seemed so unnatural, borderline uncomfortable. Once she finally unpaused and let it play she reached for the bottle and opened it, then poured the wine into two glasses she had set up before.

Fang decided to make of the opportunity to drink and took a sip, then scrunched his face a little. It had this unpleasant taste of wine which he hated, only then he realized how stupid he was to drink knowing he didn’t enjoy the beverage.

He focused on the movie and admired the actors’ almost lifelike acting, invested in the plot. He heard Shelly say something, so he turned his head to face her and ask her to repeat.

"Hey, could you repeat tha.." As soon as he turned around he got greeted with a pair of hands cupping his cheeks, then her lips on his. It was so unappealing, it wasn’t even the girls fault, he just felt so unattracted to that, it almost scared him, even though he thought it was what he desired. He immediately pulled away, disgust greeting his face, but not for this exact reason.

It took this for him to realize, that all of his uncertanity around his sexuality made sense, and he came to a further conclusion - the only lips he would truly respect on his would in fact be Buster’s.

"Shelly, I’m really sorry, I forgot I had to do one thing, I have to go. " He quickly told her and reached for his backpack, then ran up to get his coat and shoes on. She just stood watching him do all that, a little confused. "I’m really sorry, bye, see you at work. " He quickly waved then shut the door.

Even though it was getting dark he believed he recognized the area, soon confirming after taking a better look around. It was only about 15 minutes of walking away from Buster’s, which he remembered since they used to have walks there.

He ran in the direction of his house, thinking about how big of a mistake he’s made. He hoped to fix it, but frankly didn’t know if he could. A fear came over him, he knew that his relationship with him was ruined.

He navigated through the familiar alleys, so deep in his thoughts he went autopilot, just inattentive to what was going on around him - he had a definite goal.

He felt both nauseous and fuzzy once he spotted the boy’s house. He walked over to it and knocked on the door lightly, not sure whether to expect an answer. About thirty seconds of standing he heard the door unlock, which made him so nervous he wanted to pass out.

A wake up call to him was a look at the boy once he finally opened the door, he seemed to look pretty down, and also physically uncared for. Eyebags were noticeable under his eyes, his skin almost freakishly pale.

"What do you want?" The ginger asked, voice a little saddened. "Uhh, can I come in?" He asked unsurely, praying he’d be allowed to. The man paused for a second, sighed, then nodded. He moved as to let him into the house.

He took notice of how messy it was, which also contributed to the feeling of pure pity. He took his shoes off and walked into the boys room, glancing at him for permission a moment before.

It seemed as if it was even worse than the rest of the house, it was a sad sight, since he always associated him with cleaniness. He stood there, waiting for the other to come back in.

Buster sat on the bed, then looked up. "What do you want?" He asked, voice now a bit annoyed and trembling. He took a breath and started to speak. "Well, uhh, I was with Shelly tod.." He got interrupted in the middle of his sentence.

"So you finally come to me only when you have problems with your little girlfriend?" The ginger asked angrily. "What? No!! We’re not even dating, it’s not like that, it’s actually the reason I come.."

"So you now need help to ask her out? You’re pathetic dude, get out.." The man rubbed his eyes, sighing. "No!!" He rose his voice a little. "Then what the fuck is it? It seems as if you’re running away from me the past few weeks!" Buster looked down, hiding his face.

He knew his relationship with him was doomed, beyond fixing, and probably couldn’t be worsened. So he took a breath, then spoke, having no better option now. "I wasn’t running away from you, I was running away from those feelings I’ve had for you.."

"Huh?"

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if you skipped the last chapter for some reason for the love of god PLEASE go read it first

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At the moment Fang wished he'd stayed near the doorway, he ached for an escape route, wishing he could just run away. He turned around, which was his only option, not facing the other.

He was so scared of what might come and what's already happened, he felt as his legs would give out. He took a breath, sorted out his thoughts, which seemed to take an eternity even though only a few seconds have passed, then spoke.

"I like you, Buster. " He said extremely quietly, almost inaudibly, yet the boy had heard everything. At that moment he'd actually regretted turning around, the silence terrifying him more. He couldn't see the other's expression, nor hear his voice. He jumped, although very slightly, once he heard the ginger speak.

"Really?" He cursed himself for creating such a stressful environment for his own self. The other wasn't helping, being really cryptic with his responses. He gathered himself, gaining a bit of bravery to continue.

"Fuck dude, yes. " He said a bit louder, then heard Buster get up from his bed, at least from what he could assume. The boy soon stood in front of him, then leaned closer, wrapping his hands around him, and putting his head on his shoulder.

He reciprocated the embrace, still a bit nervous, unsure of what was the reaction supposed to signify. Maybe it was his way of saying 'sorry man, i don't feel the same, i almost feel bad', or maybe he stumbled upon his words so much the guy misunderstood, thinking he said that he just appreciated his presence? His mouth felt dry, and his stomach hurt.

"What is that supposed to mean?" He settled his head on the ginger's shoulder, just as he did. He felt him move away, then noticed the other's eyes were just slightly glossy through the corner of his eye.

"Please promise me you're not shitting around, I'm scared this is a dare.." The ginger settled his hands on the chinese's shoulders, then resumed. "Fang, I feel something for you too.." He looked him straight in the eye.

Fang felt so weird it was almost indescribable, although it was mostly the feeling of overwhelming happiness, mixed with the previous nausea, stress, and stomachache.

He couldn't help a smile crawling onto his face, he quickly wrapped his hands around Buster's neck, and gave him a little kiss on the cheek.

It still felt so surreal, since just an hour ago they weren't even on speaking terms. What lifted him up was the thought that they might actually feel so close to each other that no matter the situation and break, they came back to what it once was so quickly.

(s sorry, no idea how to not make this corny😔)

"Come on, don't be a pussy. " Buster told him, then he felt his cheeks being cupped softly and lightly, their lips soon connected. This time it actually felt nice and right, the chinese felt all fuzzy from the new sensation.

They broke apart after a second or two, smiles on both of their faces. Fang was blushing a little, surprisingly not much more relaxed, but now nervous for another reason. He soon remembered his doings, and felt guilty for leaving him alone, he didn't want to ruin the moment, but he had to clear it out.

"I'm sorry.." He said, hiding his face in the other's chest. "About what?" Buster asked, wrapping him in a light hug. "I left you alone dude. I can't imagine how abandoned you must've felt. " He told him, still remaining in the same position.

"It's fine, if you didn't, we wouldn't be having this conversation, if we would be to have any conversation at all. " He felt his head being stroked by a hand lightly. "I still feel bad. Maybe I could help you clean a little at least?" It was weird for him to think of how fresh their renowed relationship was, thoughts running to the fact that it was all so different the same day it was now.

"Ah, sure man, I'd appreciate it. Also, would you wanna stay over today? We have some catching up to do I believe, hm?" The ginger asked, moving away to grab a bottle of water set near his bed. "Absolutely I would!! I'd just need to text my dad to let him know. " He nodded enthusiastically.

Fang took his phone out and scrolled through his contacts, then quickly started texting his father. He smiled, once he got granted permission to do so. He snuck his phone back into his pocket and took a look around to see with what to start cleaning up.

"Hey dude, maybe I could vacuum the floors in the whole house while you pick up stuff from the ground here?" He proposed, glancing around. "Sure, it's in the closet. " He left the room and got the vacuum out.

He plugged it in and started cleaning the living room, the although unpleasant sound drowning him out, which made him focus on his thoughts more. It still felt so surreal to him, that he's confessed his feelings, they even kissed, and now they're back to just doing random shit around.

He decided he'd ask Buster about what exactly their relationship is later, because he wanted to focus on the vacuuming, wanting to clean as much as possible so the ginger's mom wouldn't be caught in such mess when she came home, and from what he knows she doesn't take stuff lightly.

He went over to the hallway, gliding the cleaner along the floor. Once he deemed it clean enough he peeked through the door to Buster's room to check whether he's done cleaning up and he could go in with his vacuum.

It seemed like he was, at least that's what he could assume from the fact that he was laying on the bed. He started cleaning in that room too, although it didn't take as much time since most of the dirt was piled up into a pile with a broom already.

He turned the vacuum off and picked it up, then brought it to the place he got it from and unplugged it. He returned to the boy's room. "What time is it?" He asked, walking into it. "Uhh.. After 10PM. " The man quickly glanced at his phone to check.

"Ah, alright. Could I borrow some clothes to sleep in? This was a little unexpected so you know I don't have any. " He asked, sitting on the edge of the bed. "Sure, gimme a sec.." He felt the ginger get up, then observed him while he looked through his closet.

"I think I gave you those a few times now, didn't I?" Buster handed him a familiar set of clothes. "Yeah, thanks. " He grabbed them and went to the bathroom to change. After he came to the conclusion that since he's been both in school, both at work that day he should go shower since he was starting to gain a green aura with flies.

"Hey man, can you lend me a towel?" He opened the door just slightly then yelled out. He soon heard footsteps approaching the bathroom, so he only peeked his head out. "There ya go.." The ginger handed him a hello kitty towel, covering his eyes. "Thanks. "

He took a quick shower then changed into the clothes he's been given. Once he was done he went back to the room, which now has been tidied up a bit more, and had a nightlamp turned on.

He smiled slightly and made his way into the bed, next to the boy. He soon felt himself embraced in a hug, which he indeed enjoyed. "So, man, tell me, what went on at your job??" Buster asked curiously.

"Uhh, okay. So, remember the girl we saw in that movie theater once? Since she's about our age she works during similar shifts to mine, so we'd like, you know, be shiftmates or shit. And uhhh, I didn't realize, but she was like hitting on me, and we just started to meet up outside of work. " He paused to get up to get some water, so he held up his index finger to indicate he's not done. ☝️☝️🤓🤓

He went over to his backpack and unzipped it, then took out the plastic bottle. "Those fucking caps piss me off. Why can't you disattach the thing??" He got angry trying to close it back. He sighed and went over to the bed, then placed the water next to it.

"Sooo, umm, then like, yeah, I kinda got focused on the new friendship and I didn't really realize I was hurting you, sorry man.." He paused for a second to hug him back again, still feeling guilty. "Dude, I told you, it's fine. As long as it comes out to this I'm for it, I can suffer. " Buster smiled a little, reassuring him.

"Then like today she invites me over to play on her xbox. So I'm like okayyyy purr, and then when I actually go over she brings out wine and shit, and I think okay?? whatever. And then she like, gets mad 'cuz I actually wanted to play instead of god knows what her intentions were. She suggests we watch a movie, and I'll never say no to that, so we do. She mumbles something, so I turn so I can hear her better and then she's all up in my face and kisses me, man. And at that moment I'm like nahhhhhh.." He shook his head, recalling.

"But you know.. That helped me realize some stuff, if you know what I mean.." He moved closer to him, remembering they something did really happen between them today, which made him feel all fuzzy and nice.

"I mean.. I think I gotta thank her, ya know? Or actually nah, don't tell her anything dude, her ego might suffer because she'll think she's so ugly she turned you gay. " Buster told him, staring at him.

"Wait, I've been meaning to ask.. What exactly are we now?? Because I'm just not sure and umm.." He asked, realizing he forgot to before. "Hmmm, I mean.. I don't know. " The ginger thought along, shrugging (at least in a way he could whilst hugging🙏🏼)

"So.. Buster, I'm not really the typa guy to do this, but umm.. would you wanna be my boyfriend, or something?" He blushed a little, questioning then looking away. He (kind of) got his response by a little kiss on the cheek, to which he looked back.

"Dude, you're stressin' me out, I need a definite answer. " He sighed, staring at him. "Well yeah, bros before hoes, innit??" The ginger told him, pulling him a little closer to his body. "Very funny.. So are we telling anybody, or nah..?" He asked, his voice coming out muffled because he had buried his face in the other's chest.

"Oh fuck no, one person hears then suddenly my mother does. " Buster shook his head dramatically. "Okayy.. You're coming to school on monday, yeah?" He changed the topic after looking at the imaginary calendar in his mind.

"Dude, school is the last thing I wanna think about right now.. I got myself a boyfriend, I'm all nice and fuzzy in my bed, my mother isn't home.. Please do not break me out of my paradise. " Fang heard him say, his heart skipping a beat once he heard himself being addressed as 'boyfriend'.  (boo fucking homosexual😒)

"Alright.. sorry. Hey man, it's like 11PM, right? I don't wanna ruin my sleep schedule since we got sch.. important stuff on monday. I think imma be hitting the hay soon.." He yawned a little. "You even got on a sleep schedule? Damn. The real Fang would stay up to play fortnite until 3AM. " The ginger shook his head disapprovingly.

"Damnnn, you're right. Wanna watch a movie or something?" He asked enthusiastically, changing his plans. "Hey dude, I was kidding, if ya wanna sleep then do so. " Buster told him. "Nahhh, I'm not even tired. I just switch from one side to another until 2AM and then possibly maybe fall asleep. " He shook his head quickly in refusal.

He felt a little sad when he felt the guy beside him get up, but he figured he’d be back in minutes. Buster took his projector out and placed it on one of the little shelves he had, then got his laptop to plug it in.

Fang observed as Buster prepared all the stuff, still in awe that they’re actually together now. He anticipated his return, which elongated because of the fact that they couldn’t pick a movie to watch.

"Hey man, uhh, you got any suggestions?" The ginger asked him, looking up from the computer screen. "I don’t know man, pick one of the ones you get suggested or something. " He told him, staring at him and admiring him.

He observed as he picked something out then got up, finally finding himself next to him again. He scooted closer to him which the ginger obviously didn’t mind, he soon felt himself wrapped by an arm.

They watched, at least attempted to, because their minds wandered off towards a different thing. Fang still had the boy on his mind, rather than anything else, and it was pretty much the same for Buster.

After the movie ended the ginger quickly went to turn it off and hide it so it wouldn’t break, then shut off the little string of lights that was the only (and dim) source of light.

"Goodnight, Fang." He gave him a little kiss on the cheek, following which the chinese was very glad that the lights were now off, because it made him extremely flustered, even if it was only a small gesture, along with the fact that he was addressed by his name, which didn’t happen often unless in serious situations.

He once again shifted, now wanting to be able to hug him while sleeping. That’s what he did, he was so dedicated to doing so he didn’t mind the unpleasant feeling of another’s returning breath on his face, nor the whistling coming from his nose anytime he took a breath. ☝🏼☝🏼

Chapter Text

It's been a few days since the confession, and those past ones Fang's life seemed to be going pretty great. It was mainly because he'd meet up with him everyday, and could day freaky ass shit without anybody complaining.

Today was a little stressful, since he'd be going back to his job. It miraculously aligned with the past events that the cinema was closed for a few days due to an issue, which meant that he got a few days off.

The issue is, he now had to go back, and frankly didn't know what to expect from Shelly, from whom he hasn't heard ever since their little happening. Before that, he had another thing on his mind, and it was the fact that he had school and must try to behave ordinarily.

He still had about twenty minutes before he had to leave, and frankly he was finished with every morning chore he had to do, so he decided to use the time to try and text Buster, whom he really missed since their conversation six (6) (seis) (sechs) (sześć) hours ago😢.

He sighed as he looked for his phone, realizing he would have to make a pilgrimage back to his room to get it. After a quick thought he decided the 20 metres of walking was worth getting to talk with his sweet delicious baby boo boo gyatt final boss, so he got up and went there.

He picked it up and unlocked it, then immediately went to check if he had any new messages from him. It seemed as if he didn't so he started texting him. He waited for a reply, in the meantime he went back to the living room to sit on his couch.

He felt his phone vibrate so he quickly got it out, and read it. Turns out it was in fact his mother, reminding him to turn the stove off as to not blow their roof off. He frowned to that, even though he loved her very much, there were important things and more important things, and the stove wasn't the latter.

He waited more for a quick second, but to no avail. He brushed it off and explained it to himself that he's probably busy. After he'd gotten up he decided to check whether he's packed everything he needed for school.

It was a lucky day for him, because he got two classes with Buster that day, which meant he wouldn't be bored for as long as two hours at school!!!!!!!! He got his backpack on the chair and zipped it open, browsing through the notebooks.

He decided that three notebooks are more than enough, they went along really well with a book he got from the first year of high school. He closed it and quickly ran to the pantry noticing he forgot to get something to drink.

He took a water bottle then put it into it's designated spot, then decided that he was going to wait for the bus outside since being at home was getting a bit boring for him.

He walked over to the coffee table and grabbed his phone which laid on it, then put it into his pocked. He made his way to the entryway, in which he picked up the keys hanging on one of the hangers.

He swiftly got his backpack on and closed the door, checking about three times whether he had locked it properly. Once he was proven to have closed the door rightfully (actually just let go of his very obnoxious thoughts and remained full of fear😪) he started walking in the direction of the bus stop.

He could feel the surrounding air become warmer, which would be pretty surprising, considering it was only the middle of february. He spotted the vehicle behind him, so he started running, hoping to get on the earlier bus.

Although a little gasping, he managed to get on the bus and go as far as finding an empty seat. He checked his phone again, his face lighting up once he noticed he'd gotten an answer. He chatted with him all the way through, a smily not leaving his face for a second.

Once he noticed they were approaching the school he texted him to inform him that he'd be back in a second, then got out of the bus. He walked slowly and steadily, appreciating the fresh air which had seemed to appear on that day.

He went through the doors of the school, and looked around. It seemed so peaceful, even if he'd only came ten minutes earlier the minuscule amount of people in the hallway looked so calming.

He made his way to his locker so he could put his stuff away and not walk around with a coat, and that's what he did. After he'd opened it he started to stare at it, thinking about a way to decorate it a bit more, since he only had a few stickers. He thought about sticking a picture of him and Buster somewhere on it, not too many so that people wouldn't become suspicious or anything.

It was a bit thrilling, returning to school and having to hide around with what's going on. He hasn't really revised it in his head, so he was curious of what might come, if actually anything was going to happen.

He sat down next to the classroom he had his first period in, then placed his backpack near him. He went back to texting with the ginger, wanting to know when he would arrive at school so he could see him again.

After waiting a few minutes he spotted a familiar figure in the corner of his eye, so he got up and walked over to the direction it was in.

"Heyyy man!! Long time no see, hasn't it been??" Buster asked him ironically (yet the irony was only clear to the two of them; nobody else gave a fuck + it was nothing out of the ordinary💪🏼), then went for a quick hug.

He hugged him back quickly yet pulled apart along with him, a little saddened by that fact but he accepted it. "Sooo, what's up with you, friend?" He couldn't help but giggle a little, trying his hardest to remain normal.

"Oh, I'm good, ya know?" The ginger sat with his back supported by the wall, lowering his tone a little in hopes they can have a more natural conversation.

"Have you told anybody?" Fang questioned, a little worried, voice slightly hushed. By this time a lot of students had arrived at the school, so the hallway was rather loud, and unless they sat really close nobody could hear them that well.

"No, no.. You know how my mother is, I would be dead by now. " Buster sighed, answering his question. "Ah, that's good dude, I haven't told anybody either. By the way, when is she coming back again?"

"Man, I lost count, I don't really care about it anymore. I think tomorrow or some shit, she texted me like yesterday saying that when she comes back she's gonna be late or shit. " The ginger shrugged.

"Fuck, I feel bad for you, you make it seem like she doesn't really give a shit about you. " He patted his back a little. "Nah, I mean, I don't think she does. " Buster interrupted what he had to say with checking his watch, then continued. "Sorry man, I gotta go so I can get to class on time. See ya later!!" The ginger got back and waved, to which the chinese just smiled and nodded.

Soon enough he heard the schoolbell ring, so he got inside of the classroom, which already had been opened by the teacher. Frankly, he was in a good mood that day, for which the reason was pretty obvious.

As soon as the attendance was checked he pulled his phone out and started to text his now BOYFRIEND💪🏼💪🏼😜😜, in hopes of making the time pass quicker. As soon as he got a response to his first text he started franticly typing stuff again, very eager to talk.

He didn't really notice when the teacher came over, only when she actually stood in front of him. He shut his phone off quickly and looked up in terror. "I'm gonna have to confiscate that, young man. You can have it at the end of the lesson." The woman showed him her palm, expecting him to pass her the phone.

He sighed and apologized, then gave it to her, very sad since he wasn't able to respond to the ginger's message in time. He decided that since he really couldn't do anything else until the class ended he'd just take out his notebook and start scribbling in it, maybe not exactly in relation of the topic of the lesson, but random stuff that came to mind.

Now, he wasn't the best at drawing, but he still attempted to draw something at least slightly good, hoping one of them might actually come out somewhat nice. Luckily for him, he only had about ten minutes of the lesson left, so he just drew some cats along with epic ass cars.

Once he heard the bell ring out again he swiftly put his pencilcase along his notebook into his backpack, then made his way to the front of the classroom to reach the teachers desk.

"I apologize for today's instance, miss. I had to text my mother since she's sick as of now, but it wasn't the most clever thing to do in the middle of your class. " He spoke very eloquently, in hopes of the woman not being pissed at him.

"I appreciate the honesty and that you were able to admit to your mistakes. Here you go, but I better not see you with that device in hand again. " She handed him the phone, to which he nodded and walked away.

Enthusiasm filled him as he remembered he had his next period with Buster, meaning that he wouldn't actually be bored compared to every other class ever. He ran over in the direction of that classroom, worried that he's gonna lose his precious time with him 'cause of that encounter with the teacher.

He settled his backpack on the ground and looked around, trying to spot the familiar boy. Once he did it just so happened they locked eyes, to which he smiled. He walked over to him and greeted him with a hug once again, hoping to not come off as suspicious or anything.

They talked the break away, until their freedom was taken away by the bell. They got inside and sat in the desk at the back of the classroom together, clearly enjoying themselves. He unpacked random stuff out of his bag just to seem like they were paying attention.

They stopped for a second to yell that they're present during the attendance check, then got back to giggling about some dumb shit. To the others it didn't really seem like anything out of ordinary, at least they hoped.

Fang was actually really scared, maybe even a little bit too much that somebody would find out, and with the ginger the case would be very similar. They resorted to doodling each other stuff on a piece of paper, leaving spoken words out of the way.

Sometime mid-lesson he glanced at what the other guy was drawing him, and couldn't help himself but laugh rather loudly. (Can you blame him?????? everything is so much funnier in class) He tried to go back and maintain his composure, but it seemed as if they already caught the teachers attention.

"Boys, be quiet or I'll have to seat you apart" She turned around and told them with a bold voice. Since the others were pretty quiet during that time, everybody stared at them now, mainly because they disrupted the peace.

Fang quickly apologized, fearing being seated apart, trying to sort it out quickly. The teacher accepted, but warned them about something he stopped listening to. For the rest of the class they attempted to remain more quiet, which kind of worked.

A frown greeted the chinese's face when he heard the annoying sound of the bell again, which meant he'd have to say goodbye to the ginger for now, since the other class together was at the end of the day.

Buster was walking through the hallway, trying to get to his next class, when he spotted a familiar face among the crowd, who soon walked up to him.

"Hey Buster, so you have returned, huh? You feeling better honey?" Angelo asked, looking at him. "Oh, yeah, everythings good with me now. " He nodded and smiled.

"So, uhh, I don't know whether it's a sensitive topic or anything, but like, what's up with you and Fang now? Did you go talk to him?" The green haired man asked curiously.

"Now see, normally I wouldn't have probably told you, because you would use it for your gossip and it would spread, which genuinely would put me in danger knowing how my mom is, but I am really grateful since you contributed to this, so uhhh.. I mean, me and him are kinda dating, you know? But you are the first one to hear about this, so please, try to keep it a secret, I could get some gossip on somebody else. " He told him very quietly, not wanting others to hear him.

Angelo nodded, acknowledging the sacrifice, grateful he was told that crucial information. "Well, you two are my favorite couple now. And don't worry, I'm going to try not to tell anybody, but I'd appreciate some tea, yeah. " Angelo smiled. He decided that since the boy was so sincere he wouldn't use that information for gossip. Well, maybe unless he was really bored and had no other stuff to tell Willow.

"Alright, well uhh, I gotta go, but I’ll talk to Fang, he’s into gossip so maybe he’ll share something. See ya man!! Thanks again. " Buster waved his band and walked away in the direction of the classroom he had the next period in.

A few hours had passed, and the time they both anticipated came - they had their last class, what’s better is that they had it together. As soon as Fang heard the ringing sound he got up, backpack already packed and left the classroom.

He made his way near the second floor, then sat down, and looked around to see if the ginger had came to the place already. About 30 seconds later he spotted the familiar face, so he quickly got up and walked over to him to greet him, no hug this time, just to be careful🙏🏼.

During the class were very invested in the dumb conversation they were having, standing strongly by their points, even if it was an irrelevant discussion. They didn’t really see the teacher notice them, only bringing their attention to her once they heard the chinese’s name.

"Fang, if you are so interested in your friend, go ask him out after class. Now’s the time to study. " She sighed, obviously ironic, yet still trying to calm them down so they wouldn’t interrupt further. The class giggled slightly, having their mentality on a very very mature level🙏🏼💯.

Now, as long as Buster got the joke, the chinese frankly didn’t, and got a little stressed. The class was back to normal now, the teacher was teaching something again, yet he still looked terrified, a little pink on his face.

"Dude, chill, she was kidding. " The ginger whispered to him, patting his back. "You sure? She wouldn’t know, would she?" He tried asking with his voice as quiet as possible. "I’m telling you, no, she wouldn’t. Have you not heard a teacher say that before?"

"Nah, it got me stressin’, bro. Just pray she really was kidding I suppose. " He shook his head and looked down, ignoring exterior stimuli. "She was, just chill, man.. Last period too. You get out of here in like twenty minutes.." Buster encouraged him a little.

"You’re not helping!! I have work today, I’ll have to talk to you-know-who." He sighed worriedly. "Nah, she’ll get it, just tell her it’s not her fault and it’s that you have somebody, dude. If y’all became friends she must be nice, ya know?"

"I suppose you’re right. " He interrupted to sigh dramatically again, so the other would notice how frustrated it made him. "I’m still a little scared tho.." He complained, twisting his neck to look at his deskmate.

"Take a break after like 30 minutes, Imma call you or something. Maybe that’ll make it better?" The ginger offered, supporting his head by laying it on his palm. "Yeah, it will, thanks. " He smiled a little.

They continued to whisper stuff to each other for the rest of the lesson to which the teacher seemed pretty unaffected. Once the time has come they left, Buster walked him to his locker the good guy he is, continuing their talk.

Fang got his key out and opened it up, then got his hat and coat on. The hallways were now once again empty, not many people remaining at school since not everybody had their last class until that time.

The chinese then accompanied the other to his locker, so he could do the same and dress up. Once they were both done they headed for the exit, arms brushing a bit against each other whilst they walked.

"See ya man, good luck at work today. " Buster told him as they stood in front of the school, saying their goodbyes since they were splitting ways. "Thanks, I’ll call you when I find the time to. " He smiled then hugged him goodbye, letting himself make the hug last a little longer.

He walked to his bus stop with a smile on his face, reminiscing about the boy even though he saw him just minutes ago. He got to his destination and typed the address of the mall into his search engine, trying to find the route for it since he didn’t have the time to go home between work and school that day.

After he figured which bus went there he got into a hurry, realizing he might actually be able to see Buster for a whole longer, realizing one of the routes to his work would be going through that stop.

He hoped the guy’s bus hasn’t arrived yet, so that maybe they would be able to talk for a minute or two. Once he approached it he noticed the familiar hat of his, to which he was very happy, so he walked up to him quietly, in hopes to scare him.

After he’d gotten behind him he gripped his shoulder really quickly and swiftly, yelling boo!!!!!!! He could feel the ginger jump a little then smile once he noticed who was stood behind him.

"Hey man!! Whacha doing here??" Buster turned around to talk to him. "I checked and one of the buses that go where I need to go by here, so I thought I’d catch you for a minute or two. " He informed him with a grin on his face.

"That’s so good man.. Also wanna go out somewhere tomorrow? You got only two hours then, yeah?" Thr ginger asked him, hoping he would agree. "Mhm!! You could go pick me up from the mall around 4, we could go eat out or shit. " He nodded, confirming.

They decided on further details until Buster’s bus came. "See you tomorrow, Fang. " The man quickly hugged him then got onto the bus, to which he frowned a little, but was also cheered up by the direct use of his name.

Luckily for him, his one came not much later, so he got into it. He decided that he would just stand instead, not wanting to take up the seat for a ride that was a bit shorter than usual. He decided to admire the views outside during the drive, looking around.

As soon as he got out he got greeted with an unpleasant smell of cigarettes, to which he frowned a little. He’d smoked a pack or two before, but frankly the smell disgusted him. He fastened up his pace to leave the smokers behind, and also to get to his job quicker since he only had about 20 minutes before his shift or so.

He entered the mall, then made his way up the stairs, following the familiar path. He frowned a little once he got closer to the cinema, not that eager to work, especially with the current situation.

He made his way to the storage room quickly to put his coat away along with his bag, which was annoying him badly. He got out and got his derp on🤑🤑, then walked behind the register.

A few moments later he was greeted by the girl he feared meeting, Shelly. They didn’t reallt have much time to discuss what happened since they had to help customers out, but the traffic died down after some minutes, which Fang wasn’t that happy about, meaning she’d have to confront him.

"Hey, umm, would you mind telling me what was that about when you were, uhh, at my place last time? I also wanted to say sorry, by the way. " She asked with a light tone, not wanting to seem hostile.

"Oh, well, umm, the thing is, I kinda have somebody, you know? But I don’t blame you or anything, you might’ve just misinterpreted some stuff I said, I don’t really think before speaking.." He scratched the back of his neck, looking around, not really wanting to make eye contact with her.

"Ah, it’s alright!! I just remember you saying you were single, I dob’t recall you telling me that changed, though. " Shelly informed him with a light expression on her face.

"Oh, well.. I mean.. Uhhh, it’s a little complicated I’d say.. I suppose I had a sort of situationship with hi.. umm.. her, it just kinda went like that, I mean, uhh, I didn’t tell you because, I mean.. Like, we became a thing just a day before that, ya know?" He smiled a little stressed, not good at making up a lie on the spot.

"Oh, alright then, I wish you two the best. You should show me how she looks, maybe introduce me to her sometime. " The purple haired woman offered. "Ah, I don’t think that’ll be a good idea, I mean.."

"Oh, I get it, she will be jealous or something. " She nodded, acknowledging even if he hasn’t spoken, then got back to work. Fang took his break to call his boyfriend😄😄🙏🏼 for a few minutes, trying to explain to him how it went. He spent the rest of the shift pretty tense, even if the girl’s mood didn’t seem like it would be the same.

He sighed with relief once his shift had ended, he got dressed then left. It was already dark outside, which he actually adored a little. He waited for the bus patiently, a little cold, recalling that one evening with the ginger, wishing he’d warm him up with a hug or something.

To his luck the bus came quick, and once he got in he was warmed up, since he got the 1 in 1010019282828292 pull of a bus with a working heating system💯💯. He took a seat and took his headphones out, then started to listen to some music.

Before he could blink he’d already arrived so he got off, and wandered off in the direction of his house. By the doorstep he was already greeted by his mother, but not IN the doorstep because it brings bad luck😡😡😡.

He got his shoes off along with his coat and hat, then went to his room, sighing with relief. He laid down on his bed for a second then decided to go shower, wanting to get off all the dirt from today already.

He felt greatly refreshed after showering, so when he got to his room he took off the blanket off the bed and hopped on it with his phone, then started to browse social media.

He thought his heart would jump out of his chest when he heard a knock on the window, extremely terrified that he would relive that one episode of fears to fathom even though he wasn’t even home alone.

He tried to glance out the window in a way that the person outside wouldn’t see him, but relaxed once he noticed a familiar hair colour along with the face.

He smiled and opened it, but indeed was a little confused. "Hey man, what are you doing here?? It’s dangerous to go alone at this time, you know?" He ignored how cold he was getting from having the window open, although appreciated having his bedroom on the ground floor.

"Soo, uhh, my mom kinda came home today, what’s worse is that she went out drinking with her friends or shit, and she’s drunk now. I wouldn’t give a fuck but she remembered my father leaving or shit and got pissed and now she’s mad at me for some reason, so I snuck out. " Buster explained, shrugging as if it were nothing.

His gaze was filled with worry for the boy. "Dude, come in, sleep here tonight. You ain’t going back home alone to your drunk ass mother just 'cause you decided to go see me. " He opened the window a little more, enabling the boy to crawl into the room.

Although with a bit of struggle he finally got in, then hugged him to greet him. "I’m sorry, but you gotta be quiet. I don’t think my mom would be happy with his. You have a backpack, right?" He asked, worried.

"Mhm.. It’s fine man, I really appreciate you letting me stay. " He didn’t expect a kiss on the cheek, but he did receive one. Since they weren’t really used to this sort of contact that much yet, he would always giggle a little purely out of surprise.

"I’m gonna give you some clothes. You’re lucky I’m into baggy shit because I wouldn’t have anything to give you otherwise.." He walked over to his closet to pick out a pajama for his boyfriend.

He handed him some clothes. "I’m gonna turn around and you can change, alright?" He offered, smiling. The boy nodded then made sure the chinese really wasn’t looking, then attempted to change quickly.

After the ginger was done he informed him it was fine to look. "Okay man, wait here, Imma tell my mom I’m going to sleep or shit like that so she won’t come in. " He grinned, then walked out of the room.

He returned a few moments later, then locked the door quickly. "I didn’t get a good night’s kiss from her.." He sighed sadly, over exaggerating. "I’ll give ya one later. " Buster smiled, observing him.

He got into the bed and invited the other to join along as well. "Dude, we should go to sleep in like an hour or shit, I gotta wake up a little earlier tomorrow, I got some fucking meeting like 30 minutes before the lessons start with one of the teachers to improve my grades or shit. "
(no sexual shit here i mean jusr talking about like other extra stuff u can do for a grade)

"Fine by me. " The ginger informed him then moved a bit closer to him so he could lock him in an embrace. "What do you wanna do??" Fang asked him, a little bored. "Ion know, we could just talk. But no funny shit because you laugh so loud your mother would think you’re schizophrenic. " Buster offered, thinking. "Sure. "

"Uhhh, I forgot to tell you something, I don’t know if you won’t get mad.." The ginger informed him, a little scared. "Yeah? I won’t, probably. " The chinese was intrigued in what he had to say.

"So, umm, maybe a little backstory. Before you came to my place and shit I texted Angelo like a day previously, I think. He kinda helped me with, like, ummm, getting into place I suppose. " Buster started, hoping to dress it into words that would be less annoying.

"Yeah? He did scold me, that gave me something to think about, I suppose. " Fang replied, still not knowing what was going on.

"Soooo, I kinda met him at school today, and like, as some sort of 'thank you' I kinda told him.. But I begged not to tell anybody in exchange for gossip." He accelerated the speed of his speech with every words spoken.

The blue baired man stopped to look at him for a second. The ginger thought that he would actually be nailed to a cross soon. "Are you sure he isn’t telling anybody?" He sighed, making sure. "He seemed sincere, I’m sorry. "

"It’s alright, don’t worry dude. More than happy to spill some tea for you🤑🤑" He smiled, trying to convey that he wasn’t mad. "Thanks. "

They spent the next hour talking about whatever came to mind, Buster actually got to hear some gossip that he would tell Angelo the next day, but with such a pleasant interlocutor time seemed to pass quickly.

"Alright man, time to hit the hay. " The chinese quickly checked his phone. "Alright, sweet dreams. " The ginger told him, smiling, then turned off the lamp near the bed. "Good night. " He told him, then moved even closer so he could get spooned a little. 🤑🤑

He forgot about the promise the ginger has made, until he felt a kiss placed on his forehead. He looked up and gave him a little smile, which he couldn’t really see. "Thanks. " He whispered, then actually attempted to fall asleep.

They woke up to the sound of the alarm the next day, which was turned off extremely quickly in the fit of a rage. "Morning. " Fang greeted the man laying in front of him. "I will fucking kill myself. " Was the only response he received.

"How about you nap for a few minutes and I’ll wake up after a bit?" He offered, getting up. "Thank you.." He walked over to his wardrobe and picked out an outfit, then actually went into it and changed there, even though the space was minimal and he could not see for shit🔥🔥.

He went over to brush his hair with the brush he left on his desk, using his computers monitor as a really bad window. He packed a bit more into his backpack, getting a few working pens in.

Although very reluctantly he woke up the ginger, who was at least slightly more energetic now. "Alright man, I’ll do it this way. My mom’s in the kitchen, I’ll make us lunch to school and pack breakfast for you into a bag, we will eat on our way for the bus so that my mother won’t see. Just stay in this room and change into something, alright?" He told him.

Buster nodded then got up, trying to start to get himself ready. In the meantime Fang did as he told, he went over to the kitchen and greeted his mom, then started to make himself food. He stumbled onto a problem, his mom would notice he’s making extra lunch, so he’d have to come up with an excuse before she would even ask.

"Oh, by the way, I’m making some more for Buster 'cause his mom still isn’t home and he forgot to go grocery shopping and doesn’t really have a way to make himself foos today. " He told her while he smeared some butter on the bread.

"The poor boy. Make him some, honey, I’m happy that you care for your friends that much. " She said, then walked over to the living room. After he was finished he put it in a bag and went to his room.

"Are you ready?" He asked him with a shushed voice. "Yeah, I brought myself some clothes in my backpack, I could go. " The ginger nodded, smiling. "You look nice.." He told him, noticing how he looked. "You look nice with your hair loose, maybe got o school today like that?" Buster suggested, walking over to give him a little hug.

"Hmm, alright I suppose.." He interrupted to give him a little peck on the cheek. "Okay, here’s the food. You need to leave by the window, I’ll meet you outside. " He informed him with a slight encouraging smile.

Buster quickly hopped off the window which the chinese soon closed, then walked out the room. "Bye mom, I’m going to school. " He told her, about to leave, getting his coat on. "Bye, son. Have a good time today. " She got to the corridor snd looked and him while he got dressed.

"I will, thanks. " He was ready to leave after he already opened the door, but he got stopped for a second by a hand on his shoulder. "But don’t think I don’t notice when you sneak your friends around. " She told him quietly then let go, to which he quickly left and closed the door.

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About two weeks have passed. Fang was now in the kitchen, making himself breakfast and lunch to school. Since his mother hasn't left for work yet, she remained sitting at the bar stool near the kitchen, talking to him while he was occupied with his food.

"So, honey, tell me, anything new at school?" She asked him, taking a sip of her tea. "Oh, umm, I don't think so. " The chinese smiled a little under his nose, head still down so he wouldn't cut himself while slicing bread which he wasn't the best at.

"You sure? Any friendships, lovers, enemies I should know of?" She observed her soon try to handle his food in a really unskillful manner. He paused for a second, he hoped that she would assume he's just trying to recall something from his memory.

"Umm, no. I mean, there are some people I hate, but I think you know how I am, don't you?" The blue haired man continued to prepare his food, walking over to the fridge to get some ham out.

"No girl wants you because you look like one. Your hair is dyed and long, and your face doesn't help either.." She sighed, looking at her child. "Hey, when did it come onto the topic of girls?? And I'll let you know I'm very popular. I just don't want them, ya know.."

"And why's that? You've been all giggly recently, has my little sugar plum found himself somebody to be interested in?" She suspected, still intrigued since she hasn't had the time to catch up on his life recently. "Umm.. per se. " He spoke faster than he thought.

"Who is she?? Do I know her? Can I meet her?" "Uhh.. I mean, it's one sided, she doesn't know I exist, I think.." He giggled, trying to loosen up the mood so maybe his mother would stop pampering him with those questions.

"Oh, honey, on the topic of friends, what was that with Buster that he just had to sneak into our house and stay over?" She asked crossing her eyes, remembering she forgot to discuss that with him.

He had an option to either lie or tell her the truth, he hoped that a guilt factor would help him wash the pretentions off him. "Oh, I mean.. It's a little private, but I suppose I can tell you. Well.. you know how his mom is, always leaving and shit, she came back drunk, and stuff like that. "

"Ah yes, I recall, I feel bad for him, he seems like a nice boy, from what I got to know him. " She shrugged, her tea almost finished by now. "You've known him for like three years, I think you should know. "

He then reached for his lunchbox and put his now finished sandwiches there, then snuck some candy into it as well. After that he wanted to leave the kitchen, but was stopped by his mom.

"Be honest with me. " She told him in a very mysterious manner. "Uhhh.." He froze for a second, trying to logically solve what the response to that should be. "I'm gonna be late. " He smiled then paced up running up to his room.

Once he got there he actually checked the time and realized that what he said wasn't far from the truth and he actually had to hurry, so he just quickly put his clothes on, then packed his bag.

He ran over to the corridor, then swiftly put his shoes on, unbothered to tie them. He opened up the wardrobe that stood there, then picked out one of his coats. Being done with that he yelled bye to his mom and left.

During his short and uneventful walk to the bus stop he used his precious time to take his headphones out and put some music on, actually almost tripping because he was busy skipping so he could find a song he liked.

The second he noticed the bus approach he ran with it, to his luck he didn't have to do that for long and managed to get on it without tiring himself out much. He took an empty seat next to the window and took his phone out.

After checking his notifications he started to text Buster, having nothing better to do (he actually believed it was the best thing he could do🙏🏼). The bus appeared to be going faster than usual, he assumed that maybe there was a route change or something and they skipped over a few stops.

It took a bit less to get to school rather than usual, so he grabbed his backpack and hopped off, then wandered off in the direction of the building. He quickly texted the ginger to check whether he's arrived yet, and apparently he did.

Fang walked in the direction of his locker first, the heating in the school being so hot that day that he was too warm after only seconds there. After he'd reached it he pulled his keys out and opened it, then hanged his coat, shoving his hat inside of one of the sleeves.

He closed it and walked away, remembering where his boyfriend had his first class, since he wanted to greet him. When he walked he noticed a few weird stares, to which he didn't pay much attention to, believing it just seemed like that.

He saw the boy get up once he noticed his presence, and he quickly gave him a hug. "Hey man, what's good??" He asked him once they pulled apart. "Nothing.. I have PE today." The ginger shook his head dramatically.

"Damn.. poor you bro.." He patted his back to express his compassion. "Does anything even matter anymore.." Buster sighed, still overexaggerating. They had some laughs and talked until they were broken apart by the bell.

Fang went to his morning class, which he didn't loathe as much as the other ones, since this one was taught by a teacher that liked him, and he did so too, meaning he could be a bit more chill about using his phone in class.

He sat down at one of the farthest desks like always, and as usual only paid attention to the attendance list. It had seemed to him like he'd gotten some looks, which kind of started to worry him, since it didn't happen the first time.

He decided to ignore it once again and took his phone out, only to notice that Buster texted him informing that he won't be able to text during this period because they're having a revision before the test and he doesn't want to miss out.

Fang let out a sigh then quickly answered to acknowledge that message, then put his phone away, deciding it wasn't as interesting as when he was able to talk with him. He decided to do what he does rarely, and actually pay attention to the teacher.

It actually turned out to be a pretty interesting topic, so he wasn't as bored as he usually would be. He listened to the teacher explaining some bits of the process and how it worked, which the chinese wasn't really caught up with before.

The rest of the class went pretty nicely, since he was involved in the theme. He packed his stuff and thought that maybe sometimes he could actually try and listen, because it might not always be boring. He heard a giggle upon leaving, but deemed that it was just because of a joke told between friends or something.

He pulled his phone out to check his schedule, forgetting what period he had next. He couldn't believe he'd actually forgotten about P. E. today, up to this point. A quick thought made him remember that he had to go check whether he had anything to change to in his locker, since he didn't bring anything with him today.

While walking he texted Buster, asking him at which period he had P. E. , not certainly sure whether they would have that class together or not. After receiving a response which he didn't glance at he opened up his locker and looked around, trying to find a crumbled up shirt he could exercise in.

To his luck there were some sport pants, although without a tshirt, but he decided that he could just participate in the one he had on. He pulled the shorts out and shoved them into his backpack then locked the locker.

Once he started walking he remembered to actually check the response he received, to which a smile quickly greeted his face - he actually got to have P. E. with the ginger after all.

He made his way over to the gymnasium, which was a rather lengthy walk. He sat down in front of the doors, waiting for the teacher to let them into the changing rooms. Although he didn't spot Buster waiting, he did indeed see the emo he had to share a room with a while back.

As soon as he looked over in his direction his eyes were met with a really annoyed gaze, to which he quickly redirected his eyes. He decided to text his boyfriend to check where he was, a bit confused as to why he hasn't shown up yet.

He lowered the brightness of his screen a bit, just in case. He sent a beautiful message, in the lines of 'hsu hdhe heheer arw iyu. '. To no surprise the response to that was a bunch of question marks. He locked in and precisely clicked each letter slowly so he could be understood.

After a few second he got a reply, stating that he would be back there in a second and that he just had to go visit his locker to get a few things of his. To that he just shut his phone off and brought his backpack closer to him so he could get his bottle out and drink a bit.

When he noticed the teacher arrive he got up, then walked into the now open changing room. He waited for the boy to come, in the meantime more people walked in. He just waved once he spotted him, to which the guy walked closer to him.

He attempted to change his pants as soon as possible, which was to no avail, since he tripped over his big ass jeans, then got his foot stuck on the sport ones. In the meantime he was also occupied by a conversation with the ginger, which just added onto his unskillfulness.

After he actually changed he looked around to see whether they had to hurry up a little, to which he was met with Buster's sweet bootylicious amazing super duper giga bare chest🤑. He quickly looked away, but a slight tint of red was distinguishable on his face.

Once they were both ready they left the room and took a stand next to the other people already done changing, waiting for the teacher to tell them what to do. They soon frowned once they learned that they'll have to play volleyball, which they didn't like much.

The teacher then picked out two people to represent the two opposing teams, who then had the right to pick out their squad members. Fang actually found himself called pretty early, so he went up to the group of people on that team.

He asked the guy picking to choose Buster, explaining that he's good and all. Sadly his opportunity to do so was taken away by the opposite team's leader calling out the ginger's name.

He looked in his direction and frowned, to which the other boy did the same, slightly waving to each other to add onto the dramaturgy. Their amazing play was interrupted by the announcement that they had to pick their spot on the field, to which he decided he would be the setter, since he was at least slightly strong, and wasn't tall enough to be a blocker. 😪

Once he finally got the chance to serve (which he did . the purrrrrr queen way), he wanted to impress Buster and tried shooting the ball really hard, only for it to be considered an out for the team, costing them a point.

(i am so sorry if i messed up the terminology, i watch volleyball but i don't know shit about the english names of the positions, sighhhh)

His teammates scolded him, calling him a retarded fag or whatever the fuck they could think of, but he didn't give a shit, since he achieved his goal, at least he hoped so. The rest of the match he just genuinely tried to play fair and win, so that he wouldn't piss off his teammates further.

Ultimately, his team had won 26:24, which he was pretty happy about. After they had finished they still had about 15 minutes left until the end of the class, so the teacher made them play dodgeball.

This was met with a bunch of sighs, since it wasn't really the favorite of most people. They were split into teams once again, this time they were assigned randomly. To his luck he managed to end up in a team with Buster, which he really enjoyed.

After a quick discussion between the two they decided to fuck around the first two minutes just so they could hit the people they don't like, then let themselves go down so they could go and sit down on the benches to talk.

At the start of the match Fang managed to get his hands on the ball, which he quickly used to hit Colt since he pissed him off, he thought that he was bitchy and overconfident🤑🤑. The man quickly protected his amazing lucious shiny hair which he spent 2 hours working on in the morning, only to get hit in the chest.

The chinese giggled seeing him walk off the field, then had to lock in since the ball was being passed back to them. He gave the ginger a chance to hit somebody, and after that happened they just stood in the front doing nothing, wanting to be eliminated.

Soon their calls were answered, the first one that got to walk off was Buster. The blue haired man quickly passed the ball back to the other team so they could strike again, trying to expand his body to be as easy to hit as possible.

He noticed the person shooting hesitate for a second, then shoot off in a completely different direction with a grin. This annoyed him a little, but he just anticipated the next hit. It actually took a while for him to get shot, but when he finally got to sit down next to the ginger the bell rang.

To that he just sighed and headed for the changing rooms, deciding that he would talk with him during the break. He entered it and was hit with a horrid smell that would actually kill a child, so he attempted to get out of there as quickly as possible.

He changed and threw the pants back into his backpack, then sat down on one of the benches, waiting for his boyfriend to finish changing so they could go. After that was done they left, wnd decided to just talk while visiting each other's lockers so they could put their stuff away.

As they walked they were approached by a pretty distressed Angelo. "Hey dude, you alright? You look a lil stressed. " Fang asked, looking him up and down. "Umm, guys.. so, like, slight chance, there might be a rumor about you going on. And I wasn't even the one that spread it." He informed them, putting his hands on their shoulders.

"Dude, what? The fuck are you talking about." The chinese was pretty confused as to what it may be, but had his suspicions and it frankly stressed him off. "I swear I didn't tell anybody. I heard it from Colette, she's saying stuff about how like, you two are, you know. " He told them quietly, shaking his head.

"You sure? But is she saying we're homos or is she saying we're just like, all weird with each other or shit, there's a difference. " Fang tried to remain calm, and reassure himself with a question like that.

"Uhh, I mean, I think luckily for you, I hear like all freaky and stuff. But if I were you, I wouldn't risk too much, babes. In fact I fear somebody might even hear us now. " The green haired man spoke quietly, looking around.

"Thanks for telling us, man. We gotta go, but we'll be more careful and shit. " Buster told him quickly, then started to walk away.

"Dude, are you sure he wasn't the one to spread it?" Fang asked a little stressed, voice hushed to the point it was barely audible. "What? I mean I don't think so, I'd hope. He promised. "

"And the fuck are we gonna do with his promise. Maybe he's trying to seem all helpful coming to us telling all this shit and in the meantime he's the one spreading it?" The chinese grew a little more scared.

"Why would he? There is no way in which he could really benefit from it. " The ginger tried to calm him down a little, but in reality was also doubting stuff. "He's Angelo. I think he's able sacrifice much just so he can get to gossip about people. "

"I wouldn't be so sure. I don't think we behaved as normal as we should have. " Buster shrugged, taking out the keys to his locker out of his pocket since they were approaching it.

"I fear we'll have to split up for now. See you at the end of the day, yeah?" Fang asked, trying to play it safe. "Sure, see you dude." The ginger sighed, then waved goodbye.

The chinese walked away with guilt in his mind, scolding himself for behaving that way. He wasn't even really scared for the consequences that he may face, since he knew that Buster would get into a lot more trouble if anybody found out rather than him.

He felt his phone vibrate in his pocket so he checked what it was. Turns out they lasted a whopping two minutes without having a conversation. 'hey man, yiu free today after shcool?' could be read from the notification.

He revised his plans in his head then answered yes, since he didn't have to work at the cinema that day. He wondered about what the ginger had planned, since they were going out so often most of the stuff became really repetitive.

As soon as he heard the bell ring he just sighed and entered the classroom then plopped on a free chair, a little saddened by the fact that he wouldn’t get to be so close with Buster at school now.

The rest of the school day went by pretty monotonously, each class he just stared at his phone and prayed for the period to end.

The last bell felt so freeing it was as if an angel kissed him, he threw his bag on his shoulder and left the classroom as quickly as possible. He went over to get his stuff out of his locker quickly, getting it on in a hurry.

As far as getting always ached to leave school, that day he needed it more than ever. He sprinted out of the building, then found the closest bench outside and sat on it. He texted Buster to ask at what time and where should he meet him, to which he got a response to just wait for him to come out the school and then go along with him.

It only took about three minutes of waiting for the ginger to show up, so when he noticed him appearing he ran up to him. He gave him a hug, although a short one, so he could greet him somewhat properly.

"Okay man, uhh, so I was thinking, would you mind a short date? I mean.." The ginger scratched his back stressed as if he was asking him out the first time. "Oh, yeah, totally!!" The chinese nodded fastly then hugged him again.

"Alright, so, I got a little thing planned, we will go to my place to just leave our stuff though, okay?" Buster explained, then started walking. He nodded and strolled alongside him, happy to be reunited after the hours of agony.

They got on the bus which just so synced up to appear near the bus stop when they reached there. Taking a spot they scooted up a little, since they didn’t have that much space. Along the ride they just talked with each other about various stuff, it seemed as the topics for a conversation never ended for them.

Once they started to recognize their surroundings they got up and stood near the doors, waiting for them to open. They got out, and wandered off in the direction of the house.

"Your mom home?" The chinese asked curiously. "Yeah, unfortunately.." Buster sighed, staring off into the distance. "Why unfortunately? I know she’s a pain in the ass but she won’t mind just leaving our stuff there, would she?"

"Yeah, but then when I come home she’ll give me some lip about my faggy ass friends coming over and shit. I can’t explain. " The ginger shook his head then got his keys out to open the door.

"Hey mom, Fang’s here!! We’re only here to leave our stuff since we’re going out." He yelled once he got inside. He just received a response that could be only expressed as an acknowledgment, so he quickly put his backpack away then waited for the chinese to do the same, then left.

"Where we going now?" Fang asked, a little unaware. "I planned a little something, there’s a field nearby, you’ll see. " He answered him a little flustered, unsure whether the boy would like it.

He could see him just nod and smile, so he started to lead him. In the meantime he was listening to the blue haired man complain about some friend of his, who’s a fake ass hoe or something, at least from what he could decipher.

Fang looked around, noticing the lack of houses in the place were now in, so he curiously followed him further. He noticed the boy stop for a second, then saw his face greeted with a little disappointment.

"What’s wrong?" He asked, worried they wouldn’t have the date in the end. "Uhhh, so I kinda left a blanket here, I put down stones so it wouldn’t fly away or shit, but it’s gone. " The boy frowned a little.

"It’s fine, we can sit on the grass, we aren’t pussies. " He made a disregarding gesture with his hand and smiled, sitting down. "Sorry, man. It would be more comfortable on a blanket. " The ginger shrugged, a little embarrassed.

"Nah, don’t worry about it. " He started at him, explaining. "Well, uhh, my plan has kinda gone to shit, but it wasn’t the best either, this is ass, sorry man, I wanted to do something nice. " Buster sighed, admitting.

"I don’t care for the setting as long as I get to spend time with you. " He told him, smiling, then giving him a peck on the lips. He felt a little fuzzy noticing the slight tint of pink appear on the other boy’s cheeks.

"Nooo, Fang, I’m really sorry. You don’t have to kiss ass. Next time I will do better, I promise. " The ginger said, still beating himself down. "I already told you, I don’t care. I appreciate the fact that I get to be with you more. "

He felt himself get embraced, to which he reciprocated the gesture. They spent the next few hours just talking, disregarding the world surrounding them, too invested in the other person.

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Fang woke up the next day to the sound of his alarm clock, feeling very unrested. Obviously, he was at fault, since instead of sleeping he decided to do way practical things like playing video games until 3AM.

He rolled out of bed tiredly, searching for something to gain energy from inside of his mind. After some wheels turned in his head he decided to go to the bathroom and wash his face with some water.

He turned the sink on, and quickly submerged his hands under the water, then placed them on his face. It actually scared him for a slight second, which could greatly illustrate how long he slept for🤑.

He then walked over to the kitchen, greeting his mother, and even managing to catch his dad for a second before he was leaving for work. He gave him a little hug and said bye, since he didn't usually get to see him in the mornings.

After he left he went back to the counter and got some bread out, trying to make himself food as quickly as possible. He put a sausage that was laying next to it and sliced it into rather uneven parts, then got some ketchup onto it. With that his meal was finished, he frankly couldn't be bothered with putting it on a plate.

He sat down on one of the chairs in the living room and started to eat, his awareness soon fading as he got lost in his thoughts. He reminisced yesterday's events with a smile, which he didn't really notice.

A voice soon took him out of his thoughts. "What are you smiling about?" His mother asked curiously. "Oh.. umm.. this sandwich is sooo good. " He answered quickly, that being the best he could think of at the spot.

"Sure, sure.. it's about that girl again, is it?" She questioned him, the chinese finding it a bit annoying. "What girl. " He got confused as to what she was talking about, only layer the realization hit him.

"Oh, yeah, I mean it is. She's so nice. " He tried speaking in a convincing manner. "So you finally got to talk to her?" His mom seemed genuinely invested.

"Umm, no, but she seems nice, is what I meant. " He explained, hoping not to have to talk further. "You're being a little weird, honey. " She told him, then glanced at her watch.

"Oh, sorry, I gotta go to work. Remember to close the door and have a nice day at school. Love you." His mom told him and gave him a little kiss on the forehead, then left the room, soon the house.

Now that he was left alone he could feel a bit more comfortable. He finished eating, then went over to the bathroom to get himself cleaned up a little.

No matter how much he tried to occupy his thoughts with something else, the boy remained on his mind. Not much guilty came with it this time as opposed to before, now it being normal for him, since they were dating.

He brushed his hair along with teeth, then put it up into a low ponytail. He decided that maybe if he will text him he would leave his thoughts alone, at least he hoped. He entered his bedroom and got to his phone, which already had a few messages from him.

He started to talk with him, time seeing to flow without a notice. The poor boy, now starved from the physical contact with him since yesterday😪😪, decided to go over to his wardrobe and search for a certain piece of clothing.

He took out a shirt he'd given him to sleep in once, not wearing nor washing it once since. He smelled it a little, but quickly put it away, cringing about his own self, feeling like girls from those gacha studio pretty little psycho music videos.

Once he took his phone into his hand he realized what time it was, basically meaning that he'd have to leave for the bus in about two minutes.

Yet, he wasn't even dressed yet, so he just accepted the truth that was him being late to school. He reopened his wardrobe and took some clothes out and put them on, then quickly took a break to let Buster know that he'd be late and he'll text him back later.

He packed up his stuff and ran to the kitchen to make himself anything for lunch to school. He glanced around the kitchen, having finished the bread he'd have to resort to a banana and some waffles.

He packed them into a little bag and shoved it into his backpack, then put a water bottle along it. He went back to his room to get his phone quickly, then went to get his shoes and coat on.

He left his house in a hurry, but remembered to close the door, obviously 🙏🏼. He didn't really have time to check from which bus stop it would be the quickest for a bus to come, so he just went to his closest one.

He put his headphones in, and started to text Buster again. He stopped for a second, reminiscing on how each day felt the same, almost repetitive. He accepted it as the reality of a cunty man in this stupid world, then got back to flaming people with the ginger. 😜

His bus came a few minutes after, so he got in, hoping that it would be driving through a short route and that he wouldn't be as late.

He checked the time approximately every 20 seconds, a little more stressed than usual. Since the lessons now started his texting buddy was unavailable for a bit, which made him a little sad because his life was nothing without him. 😪

Noticing the surroundings he got to the door and left the bus, rushing for the school. In the middle he stopped, realizing that he has a lot of time until the next lesson, then started to run again, realizing that he has to attend the current one aswell.

He was lucky the classroom his class was in was near his locker, so per usual he made a trip to it to put his things away, after he's done so, albeit fastly, which caused him to be unable to close the door to the locker properly for like half a minute, he ran to the room.

He noticed a few stares on him when he opened the door, yet he hoped that magically the teacher wouldn't hear nor notice him entering. He made his way to his desk and sat down, thinking he actually did it.

"Fang, a little unpolite to just so enter, no goobye no hello? Why are you late, young man?" She approached him, her heels making a loud sound anytime she took a step. "I apologize, miss. Got stuck in traffic. "

"How come the others weren't?" She towered over him, hands on her hips pretentiously. "I don't know, it just took the bus really long to come here, I apologize. " He tried to explain himself somehow.

"I'd accept that as an answer if you weren't late at least once a week. I'm gonna have to do some talking with your mom, young man. " She shook her head then walked to her desk, noting something in her notebook.

He sighed, reminiscing of his now lost 400 aura, which got taken away by being scolded by the teacher in front of the whole class😪. The rest of the lesson he actually didn't even use his phone, so terrified she'd notice and get even angrier.

After what had felt like an eternity he was freed by the ringing bell, to which he quickly packed and left, not wanting another confrontation with the teacher. He headed to where Buster's class was, wanting to say hello.

They approached each other, but this time restrained from any sort of hug, instead they just clapped their hands together. (di you know what imean...)

"Hey man, sorry for not texting you, I pissed the teacher off and I had to be a good man. " Fang explained to him, sitting down, his back supported by the wall. "Nah, all good. What's good?" The ginger told him, trying to make some small talk , to which they were limited to.

"Nothing new. Yesterday was fun tho. " He smiled lightly, looking at him. "I'm glad. It didn't fully turn out the way I wanted it to, though. " Buster scratched the back of his neck.

"Nah man, for me it was epic. We should do this again sometime. " He said, empathizing his point with his hands. "Well, if you want to, I would be glad to do so. "

A bell interrupted them, to which they parted from their talk and went separate ways. Fang sighed, a bit annoyed by the distance they had to keep.

He entered his next period just about a minute late, to which the teacher didn't pay attention, which he was pretty happy about. He sat in his desk and thought, specifically about his boyfriend. 😜😜

A brilliant idea entered his mind. Maybe they could be a bit more free if they were to meet up in a bathroom stall or something? He decided to propose this idea to Buster, so he quickly texted him.

They agreed upon meeting in the second last stall from the end, in the bathroom on the 1st floor🤑. He shut off his phone excitedly, hoping the time would come soon, knowing that since that bathroom wasn't attended that much, since it was before a renovation, and all the cool kids could only vape in the modern ones. 🐺

It seemed as if the teachers words just entered one of his ears and left the other, out of all of the times he didn't pay attention, now he didn't pay attention the most. He spent so much time in his thoughts the time actually passed pretty quickly for him, so much that he didn't realize the bell had rang.

Only after a few seconds he got up, then once he actually acknowledged it he sprinted out, very happy to wht's to come. He went up the stairs and left his backpack near his next classroom, then went straight to their planned place.

He didn't realize a smile grin had managed to creep onto his face, but can you blame him??😜He opened up the stall and went inside, not closing it just yet, waiting for the boy to come.

Once he arrived he let him inside then locked the door, so that nobody would accidentally go in. The bathroom might not have been chosen that much, but it didn't mean that people still haven't used it, which meant they would have to be pretty quiet.

He hugged him as a proper greeting first, then started to whisper around with him. It had held on as a nice little conversation for a few minutes, but then things kind of turned into a different way.

He received a light kiss on the cheek, to which he giggled just a little. He reciprocated the gesture with something a bit more brace (not really) and leaned in to give him a kiss on the lips.

It soon deepened, which he didn't really expect, but also liked, not getting to do anything more 'hard-core' until now. He felt the boy's cracked, warm lips against his once again after taking a break to breathe, then he decided to let himself attempt something once again.

He snuck his tongue and licked the other's lips, to which they quickly started to tongue wrestle like real badass men🐺🐺🔥🔥. He felt a hand caress his hair, to which he wrapped his hands around the ginger's neck.

They heard the bell ring, but they didn't stop - they had a job to finish. 🤑They went on, exploring each other's mouths, until finally pulling apart, a string of saliva left behind.

They looked at each other then laughed a little, not used to situations like those. "So, uhh, I'll see you in 5th period, right?" Buster whispered, smiling. "Yeah. Why are you staring at me like that?" He noticed the boys suspicious gaze on him.

"Because you're blushing and your hair's all fucked up. I'm happy it's cuz of me, ya know?" The ginger smiled then gave him a little kiss on the cheek and left, leaving him alone.

He stood there for a second, trying to sort out his very messed up mind. It left him aching for something more, which he fully didn't grasp yet. He left the stall and went to look in front of the mirror above the sink, then took a second to get hair a little in place.

He calmed himself down slightly then left the bathroom, an uncontrollable smile appearing on his face. He grabbed his backpack and entered the classroom, apologizing for his belated arrival, excusing himself saying that there was a big line to the bathroom.

He sat down in one of the desks and got lost in his thoughts, until he noticed a boy sit down next to him. Upon further examination he realized it was a person he rather loathed - Colt. He was confused as to why he sat there, feeling like he'd have some shitty issue with him.

"How's it feel to bone your friend?" The red haired boy asked him with a slick smile. His eyes displayed a mixture of terror and confusion, his face disgust. "What the fuck are you talking about?" He asked, trying to keep his voice steady, assuming he didn't actually know and was just bothering him for fun.

"Oh come on, you know damn well what I'm talking about. You and that Buster boy are dating, aren't ya, little fags? " The man whispered. "H.. What dude? The fuck are you talking about, man?" He questioned, voice trembling slightly.

"I said, you know damn well. " The guy told him. "We are not together.. stop lying. " Fang told him, a little pissed. "I saw pictures. " Colt smiled.

"What pictures. There wasn't what to take pictures off, I told you we aren't together!!" He tried to keep his voice down as to not cause commotion in class. The other man just giggled and pulled his phone out, showing him one of the pics.

"Okay dude, I'm sorry, I know we don't like each other, but please don't tell anybody. It's not even about me, it's Buster that's more fucked, please, he will be screwed if anybody finds out. He's been nice to you, contrary to me. Please man, imma pay you or shit, or my mom can make you lunch to school. " The chinese panicked, then hid his face.

"Well.. that would be a little problem, I kinda already did. " The red haired man was still grinning. "Fuck dude, what? Don't you realize he can get kicked out?" He spoke with his voice trembling more and more which each word, absolutely terrified.

"Oh, yeah, for him I feel bad. I think he's a good guy. I've done that to be an ass to you, though. " He laughed, then glanced at the teacher, who was facing the board, then quickly swithced seats once again.

Fang was left really anxious, knowing that it wouldn't be that much of an issue for him than for the ginger if anybody found out. After snapping out of his terrorized state he texted him quickly, letting him know that what Angelo said was in fact true.

As soon as the class had ended he rushed out of the classroom, to try and find Buster. He approached him in fear, which the boy clearly noticed.

"Hey Fang, you alright?" He asked worriedly. "Did you check my text to you?" He asked stressfully. "No, I didn't get the chance to, what is it?" The ginger was a little confused. "Come to the stall. " He told him, pointing his head in the direction of it.

The boy nodded curiously, still unaware to what was going on. He followed the chinese, who was walking rather quickly. They soon looked around if anybody was around to notice them, but it didn't seem so.

Fang locked the door, then looked at him, scared, once again. It was so contrasting to what they had going on just a break before, making him feel a little guilty.

"What is it? Can you tell me now? You look so worried. " Buster asked, whispering. He paused for a second. "That stupid faggot Colt has pictures. " He informed him, placing his arms on his shoulders.

"What pictures?" The other asked, oblivious. "Of us. Kissing and shit. He said me he already told some people. It's my fucking fault, I'm so scared man, especially for you. " He explained worriedly.

The ginger's eyebrows furrowed, in disbelief for a second. "Are you sure?" The man asked just in case. "Hell yes I'm fucking sure? I'm sorry, people will find out and you'll be in trouble, fuck. " He was filled with a lot of guilt, especially since he knew that he probably wouldn't suffer such consequences himself.

Buster took a breath in, then sighed. "It's fine man, not your fault he's a fucking retard. Nobody's gonna find out, trust me. " He felt himself embraced by the boy, which comforted him a little. "I'm really sorry dude.." He told him, still saddened.

"As I said, don't worry, it really isn't your fault. " The ginger empathized, trying to soothe him a little. "Naw man, I feel like it really is. " He scratched his back, looking sway. "I said it already. Don't worry man. "

The bell rang out again, to which they quickly gave each other a hug again and left the stall. Fang headed for his last period of the day, trying to cheer himself up with the fact that he gets to go home in a second.

He entered the already opened classroom, and took a seat. He tapped his leg nervously, unsure of what might come, even that day. He broke out of his thoughts to quickly yell that he's present during the roll call, then started thinking again.

The class seemed to never end, especially with such stress on his back. When he finally got freed by the ring he packed his stuff and left, ready to go say bye to Buster and then to his locker.

He approached the classroom the boy was supposed to be leaving and waited for him to come out. Once he noticed him he came up to him for a second. "Hey man, I'm heading out, see you tomorrow, yeah..?"

"See you, wanna call later?" The ginger gave him a quick hug, after that he just nodded and smiled. "Bye bye!!" He waved and left in the direction of his locker.

He took the key out and opened it, then took out his stuff. He got his outer wear on and headed for the exit, his mind now a bit more cleared.

Waiting at the bus stop seemed very monotone to him, but he frankly quite enjoyed the actual bus ride. He looked out the window, appreciating the views he's seen a thousand times before.

-

A few hours into his peaceful slumber (30 minute nap) at home he woke up to his phone ringing. He picked up, confused as to what it may be.

"Hey man, can you meet me outside your house in like uhhh, 10 minutes?" He could heard the ginger ask rather anxiously. "Sure, see you then..?" He answered, not fully grasping. "See ya. " The boy hung up.

He decided to use the time to get dressed since he was in his home clothes, and he had to look good for his boyfriend. 😜He picked up the clothes he left on the chair and changed into them, then left the room.

He took a second to tell his dad that he's going out for a while and doesn't know when he'll be back, since he didn't really know what to expect. He got his coat on along with a hat, then went outside, anticipating the boy's arrival.

Once he spotted him he ran up to him to give him a hug. After getting closer he noticed that the boy didn't seem so enthusiastic, but rather unhappy.

"Hey dude, what's up?" He asked him, standing on the sidewalk. "Uhh.. Could we go to the park near here..? I'm. kinda uhhh.. I'll tell you later. " The ginger proposed, already starting to walk.

He nodded and strolled alongside him, curious and a bit worried as to why he behaved in such manner. The walk wasn't long, since it took them only a few minutes to get there. They took a seat on one of the more isolated benches.

"What did you wanna tell me?" He turned his head to look at him. "My mom found out. " Buster informed him with fear in his eyes. "Are you serious? How???" He pondered nervously.

"I don't fucking know dude, I'm screwed. " The ginger stated, covering his face with his hands for a second. "Did she say anything?" He questioned, wanting to make sure. "I have 24 hours to pack. " The boy stated rather emotionless.

"I'm so fucking sorry, she's horrid. " He went to quickly hug him, no amount of physical contact could express the compassion he felt for him. It seemed as if it was what the other needed, since he could feel himself the embrace be returned with great strength.

"Fuck man.. maybe I could ask my mom to let you stay over?" He proposed after thinking for a while. "Really? That would be so helpful to me, I'm serious. I don't want to be a burden, though. " Buster answered, hopeful.

"No, you won't be, my parents like you. We could at least find you an extra day, Imma ask her if we can have a sleepover tomorrow, and then only after that ask her if you could stay longer. " He explained, eager to realize that plan.

"Sure man, you sure it's not a problem though?" The ginger asked to make sure, not wanting to cause trouble. "No, no, no. It's more time I get to spend with you, remember. " Fang stated proudly.

He took his phone out and quickly dialed his mom's number. "Hey mom, I know you're at work but uhhh, could Buster stay over the night tomorrow?" He asked with hope in his voice. The ginger observed the boy’s expression, having to rely on him.

He hung up and shoved his phone back into his pocket and smiled - "she says you can stay over. " "Thanks man, you have no idea how much this means to me.." Buster hugged him, but quickly parted.

"Wanna go do something or do you have to go back to pack?" Fang asked, hoping he approached the topic lightly. "Oh, umm.. Well yeah, I’d have to go pack. My mom left the home for some time so it would be the best moment because I wouldn’t have to confront her. " The ginger explained, answering his question.

"I could help you pack if you’d want to? I feel like some extra help would be nice, eh?" He proposed, trying to be helpful. "Sure, man, thanks. " Buster smiled, then got up. "We going now?" He asked to make sure. "Yeah. "

-

Fang, hearing the doorbell ring left his room to open the door. As expected, Buster had arrived, for the apparent one-day sleepover (which they would appeal to extend).

"Hey, man!!" He opened the door and hugged him. "What’s good?" The boy asked, entering the house. "Want some help with your bags??" He asked, noticing the two bags he brought besides his backpack. "Yeah. I got a suitcase too but actually Chester let me leave his things at his place for a bit. " The ginger stated.

"You think you’re gonna move in with him?" The chinese asked, curiously. "Nah, he doesn’t have the capacity for a roommate. The reason I even get the privilege of leaving my shit there is 'cause I played some games with him one night, and made him move up the ranking or shit, yada yada. " Buster explained, getting his shoes off.

Fang noticed his mother in the corner of his eye, who soon came over to greet the guest. "Hello Buster, how are you doing?" She asked, leaning over the doorframe with her arms crossed. "Hello, miss. I’m well, thank you for letting me stay here today. " The ginger smiled, trying to appear nice.

"What’s with the bags?" She asked unsurely, noticing them standing in the hallway. "Oh, umm, we gotta do some project for a class we have together, it’s just stuff we got for it. " The chinese quickly took the lead, explaining.

"Ah, alright then. You boys have fun, if you need anything come to me. " She smiled and walked away to her room. Fang picked up one of the bags, noticing how heavy it is. "Damn man, you carry the two of those by yourself?" He asked, bringing them over to his room.

"Yeah, you don’t notice but there’s some muscle underneath that fat. " Buster told him smugly. "So you admit you’re fat?" He snorted a little, getting the second bag. "No, you’re dumb as fuck. I mean body fat. " To that he only made a shush symbol with his hand, letting him know his mother is everpresent hearing and seeing everything. 🙏🏼🙏🏼

They entered the room and sat on his bed, remaining there in silence. "What do you wanna do?" He asked, not a single thought coming to his head. "I don’t fucking know dude. " They stayed in silence once again, each one of them thinking of what they could do.

After some thought they’ve finally settled on playing some video games, then following whatever their nature lead them to. Fang booted his computer on and waited for it to load, since it was like 10 years old (yet was abused each single day with the horrid diy computer mods he implemented himself).

"Wanna play fire boy and water girl??" He asked, thinking of games they could both play at once. "You bet your ass I do. " He typed in the url of the site, then turned it on.

"I wanna be the fire boy. " Fang stated, moving over to the left of the chair they shared. "Fuck you, I was on this side first, besides look at yourself, you look like the water girl, and I look like that little fucker. " Buster stated, shaking his head disapprovingly.

"Fine, only because I adore you my beautiful boo boo bear cheesypuff honey sweet baby. " He made a kissing sound with his lips, then went back into his previous place. They played for a while but it became pretty monotone after losing the same level 40 times.

"What do we do now??" The chinese asked, looking at his desktop. "Uhhh.. I wanna watch gacha life mini movies. " The ginger stated proudly. "I kinda get you I fear.." Fang shook his head then looked it up on youtube.

They were absolutely invested in the pretty little psycho life of the amazing protagonist of the movie. So invested, in fact, that they spent two hours purely watching the creators amazing videos made in kinemaster. 🔥🔥

"I think Imma go shower, man." Buster told him, he noticed a trace of sadness in the boys voice, which concerned him a little. "Alright, my mom hung out a towel for you on the hanger near the sink, I’m gonna go ask her if you can move here in the meantime. " He told him.

As the boy left the room he took a sip of water and went to his parents' room. "Hey, everything alright?" His mom asked, noticing him entering the room. "Yeah. " He nodded with a slight smile.

"I was meaning to ask you, uhhh, if it wouldn’t be trouble if Buster stayed here a little longer. " He scratched his back, a little stressed. "Stay another night? Sure, as long as his mom’s on board. " She told him.

"Uhh, the thing is.. He got kicked out, and doesn’t really have where to live.. I know this sounds dumb, but could he move in, maybe?" He asked her. The woman's expression saddened a little, to which he wasn’t sure if it was for the right reasons.

"Oh, that poor boy. I feel bad for him, but honey, you know there isn’t enough space here for 4 people. " She explained, putting a hand on his back. "But mom, please.. You know him, he’s well behaved and smart.." He begged her.

"Honey, no. I told you, we don’t have the capacity for that. " She shook her head. "But mom, he will pay rent, he will clean and stuff. Seriously, it’ll be a profit for you!!" He waved his arms franticly.

"Why are you so stubborn on him living here? I know he’s your friend but I don’t recall whether you’d do the same for any other friend. What is there that pushes you so much?" She asked, a little perplexed.

"Uhhh.. If you don’t get mad I’ll tell you. " He said, smiling nervously. "Well, depends on what it is. I won’t take him being your drug dealer as an explanation. " She arguemented.

"The truth is.. well.. ummm.." He realized how deep he’d gotten himself in. He now hoped that with what he’ll tell her, the two of them won’t become homeless. Although being two hobos begging on the street does sound kinda romantic.

"Me and him, are uhh.. kinda dating, perchance? I’m not gay, or anything. " He said quietly, looking away. He cursed himself for doing so, since his mom fell silent and he couldn’t look back.

"And you expect me to let him live here now after I find out about this?" She put her hands on her hips, although a sense of irony was audible in her voice. Fang processed that for a second, then turned to her.

"Are you serious????? We obviously aren’t gonna do anything … specific. " He blushed a little, realizing what she was talking about. "I support you, son, but you know he can’t live here. Besides, I think your father would sent you to your grandparents in china. " She said, terrorizing him.

"Oh hell no, anything but that!!" He yelled. "He could stay for a few days while he figures out his living situation though. " She smiled gently. "Thank you, mom.." He hugged her, then left quickly to tell the boy the news.

He entered the room to Buster already waiting there, so he sat on his bed once again. "How did it go?" The ginger asked with hope in his voice. "Well, uhh.. You can’t live here, sadly.. But she said you can stay over for a few days while you find a place to live. Oh, and I told her we are dating and shit. " He said with a smile.

"Thanks, Fang.. seriously, you’re saving my ass. " He hugged him then gave him a kiss on the cheek. He grinned, happy he could help him. "If you give me a second Imma go quickly shower too. " He said, getting up.

In the meantime Buster just went on his phone, browsing some stuff. In the corner of his eye he noticed the boys mother staring him down in the doorway. He quickly put his phone away and turned to face her, terrified. To that she just left, but he did indeed feel that everpresent presence she had. 🙏🏼🙏🏼

"Okay man, all done.." He said, entering the room. He approached his bed from which the other got off, so he could take the blanket off and lay under the covers.

"Wanna watch something?" Fang proposed, looking at him "Yeah man, cool! " The boy replied, moving closer to him. He turned on some movie on his phone, while they laid, a bit entangled.

After the movie ended Fang put his phone away to charge, and was about to turn off the lights when he noticed the ginger’s expression, which would be similar to a grimace.

"Hey dude, what’s up?" He asked, slightly worried. "Nothin'.. unimportant. " Buster rubbed his eyes. "Man, I can see something’s wrong. " He told him, then quickly turned off the light figuring it might’ve irritated him a little.

"I don’t know, it’s just weird fucking thinking I left the house I grew up in for the past eighteen years just like that, because my mother is so fucking weird. " He explained, hugging into the chinese.

"It’s not your fault tho.. " Fang encouraged him a little, not wanting to see him beaten down. "Yeah, I mean.. Maybe it’s good, I don’t feel like I wanna see her stupid fucking face again, dude. "

The blue haired one wanted to soothe him a little, so he attempted to caress his hair (which he did in a very robotic motion. better than notjing tho. )

"It’s just shitty that I am left on ice without a single thing, man. " The boy spoke again, bulversed. "You’ll manage to handle it, bro. You’re like, one of the strongest mentally people I’ve known, if you know what I mean. " He told him.

”Thanks. Imma head to sleep, maybe it will clear my mind at least a bit. " He sighed, then spooned the chinese, which the other very much enjoyed. They fell asleep or shit idk i’m trying to finish this quickly🤑🤑👍👍

-

Fang woke up the next morning to his shoulder being touched frantically. "Fang, Fang, Fang!!" He heard once his mind adjusted to the awoken state. He turned to face the source of the sound. "Huh?"

"You aren’t gonna believe this!!" The ginger smiled happily. He didn’t fully grasp what was going on, but was appreciative of the other being in a good mood. "What?" He asked curiously.

"So, my dumbass mom called my grandparents to flex her kicking me out for being a fag and shit, but instead she pissed them off because they’re normal compared to her, and they called me some time ago to invite me to live with them if I need!!!" Buster explained, joyful.

"That’s so sick man, I’m so happy for you!!" He told him with a grin, then went to hug him. "Where do they live though?" He asked after a second to make sure. "Actually, they’re a walking distance from here!! Like 15 minutes away by foot!!" The ginger was understandably excited.

"That is so fucking amazing, holy shit.." He said, giving him a kiss that was a bit of an surprise. "Genuinely Fang, thank you though. You’ve been helping me like no other, I love you. " The ginger said casually, but the chinese froze for a second.

"Hold on.. What did you say??" He asked, a smile unavoidably creeping on his fave once again. "I love you, man, but like seriously. " Buster announced proudly. "Fuck, this has gotta be the best morning ever, bro.. Just misses a nice cold beer. " He said, very relaxed. "Oh, and I love you too, obviously. " He resumed after a thought. "Epic. " The ginger stated, then went to kiss him.

Later that day they took a walk to Buster’s grandparents house to greet them, since the contact between them hasn’t been the best the past few years. I don’t know what else to write you imagine some stuff if u want👍👍

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A few days have passed, and once they settled that Buster has overdone his stay they started to plan his move. Since his grandparents only lived a few-teen minutes away it wouldn't be hard for them to just make the walk there, if it wasn't for the weight of the bags.

"Hey man, you think you could ask your mom to drive my stuff by car?" Buster asked, hopefully. "Oh, I can try but I fear she's just gonna say it's a waste of petrol and we have to man up and go there by foot. " The chinese explained, sighing.

"Ah, it's fine then. You can grab one of the strings on one side, and I'll grab the other. It'll take a while but hey, a nice workout, isn't it?" The ginger offered, rummaging through his stuff.

"Yeah, that isn't a bad idea. Seems like spring is coming too, pretty warm outside today. " He commented then went over to pick up the first bag, then carried it near the door. "Alright then, ya wanna start? We will have to make 3 rounds here, 2 if you're willing to take my backpack. " The boy told him smugly.

"If I recall correctly, that's your fucking backpack dude. Why can't you take it??" He asked, putting on his shoes. "Because I am just a poor littlw boy in this fucked up world.." Buster fluttered his eyelashes dramatically.

"Whatever. Grab the thing and let's get going man, I wanna do something together today, not use up all my time on this!!" He said, not fully seriously, putting one of his lighter coats on. He took the piece of fabric into his hand and opened the door, then left.

It seemed a little silly figuring out the physics-al aspect of how the bag was behaving, hitting one of them on the leg when it wasn't hitting the other. They just talked along the way, moving on autopilot pretty much.

Once they had reached the door of the house Buster rang the doorbell. The door quickly opened and his grandma greeted him with a hug. "Hi sweetie, how are you doing?" She asked curiously.

"Oh, I'm good, we're starting to bring over my stuff. We are going by foot so it's gonna take a while, but don't worry, you don't have to interfere much. " The ginger smiled, explaining.

"Mhm. And who is this?" She asked curiously, looking at the boy standing next to him. "This is Fang, uhh, kinda the reason why mom kicked me out. " He commented, explaining.

The woman took a stare, then went to give the chinese a light hug aswell. "Hello, miss. " Fang said, not really knowing how to behave. "So you two are together, right?" She asked, making sure.

"Umm, yeah, pretty much. " He scratched the back of his neck. "That's nice. You know, I had this one friend Teresa back in the day.." "Okay nana, I wanna do this quick, we're going back for the other bag, see you later. " Buster interrupted her, not really wanting to hear her amazing speech on the story of her life.

"She seems nice. " The blue haired commented, while walking back. "She is, really sweet person. As you can see she's pretty chill with all this stuff, I don't know why my mom turned out like that. " He sighed, looking at the other.

"What about your grandpa? I didn't see him there. " The chinese asked curiously. "Oh, he's prolly selling tires in my uncle's shop. He's bored as fuck so he just goes to do that for fun. " He shrugged, explaining.

They made a trip back to Fang's house for another bag, which now having understood how it works they managed to do more swiftly. The chinese was left waiting before the doorstep, because the ginger actually decided on taking the backpack with him.

They started to walk again, speeding up their pace. "Hey dude, what about that suitcase you have at Chester's?" Fang asked, after he remembered him mention something about it. "Fuck. " He sighed, reminiscing.

"Imma have to go there today or tomorrow to pick it up, pretty important shit in there so it can't wait. " He shook his head, continuing. "It's fine, maybe I can go with you?" The boy offered. "Sure. " He smiled, then continued on walking.

They now only knocked as a warning and entered through the already opened door to bring the stuff to Buster's new room. They were stopped in the process by his grandma, so they waited politely.

"Hey, hey, I wanna get to know you more, what do you say, we have ourselves a nice picnic, grandpa will bring a grill and he'll make some barbecue, hmm?" She offered. "Oh, that sounds nice, miss. When would that be?" Fang asked nicely.

"How about today, you boys free?" She questioned, looking at them. The chinese quickly glanced at the boy, making sure they were agreeing. He quickly nodded then picked up the bags once again and carried it to his room.

They walked through the hall, which walls have been plastered with wooden paneling, as if they were stuck in the 70s in communist poland. 🙏It contrasted with what Buster was previously used to, the modern although cold design of his mom's home.

They entered the room which was already prepared for his arrival, yet it still resembled the old style, reminding him of his childhood a little. "Damn, this was your mom's room?" Fang asked, putting the bag he was carrying down.

"Oh nah, I believe it was my uncle's" He stared at the bare, blue walls, along with the wooden frame of the bed. "Hmm, it seems a little boring, maybe I could buy you some posters as a housewarming gift, hmm?" The chinese offered with a smile.

"You don't have to, really. " He shook his head and sat on the bed, which was quickly followed by the other boy doing the same. "Nah man, imma cook you up a nice epic ass room. The only decoration here is the crucifix above the door. " Fang shrugged, commenting.

"Whatever you want, man. " He nudged the door with his leg a little, hoping to close it a bit. "I'm happy that it turned out at least somehow for you, I was scared, dude. " The chinese reached out to give him a hug.

"Thanks dude, you were a huge help, actually." He stated, hugging him back. "Nah, but I'm kinda at fault here, eh? If I wasn't a fag, then we wouldn't be kissing, then a certain somebody wouldn't've taken a picture, then you wouldn't've been kicked out. " Fang explained, waving his hands around.

"I still would've been a fag, even if u weren't dude. " He shrugged. "So you aren't gay only for me???? I am so offended. " The chinese covered his eyes with his hands dramatically, to show the despair he was put into. "Stop this corny ass shit, past the line bro. " He shook his head, then got up.

"Wanna go walk around? It's really nice outside?" He offered, opening the door. "Sure!!" The boy got up and followed him, strolling alongside. He quickly let his grandma know they were leaving for a while, then went to get his shoes on.

They left the house and started to walk in an undisclosed direction, mostly going autopilot. "Hey man, you're more familiar with this area, how far is the city centre from here?" He asked curiously.

"By foot? Uhhh, I think about 20 minutes. I mean from this part, my house is a bit further off so it would take longer. " The chinese answered, taking a glance at him. "Damn, that's a little long. I remember there being like a field with trees nearby tho, is there one?" He recalled his childhood experiences.

"Hmm, yeah, I think so. Wanna go there?" Fang questioned with a smile on his face. "Yeah." He nodded and followed his boyfriend. "I actually discovered a little pond nearby, I could take you there. "

They happened to walk past a funfair. "Do you want to go there tomorrow? It seems fun. " He asked him, observing the different attractions from the distance.

"Mhm! Seems fun as hell. I'd need to check the weather, though. " The boy stated, making his way onto a more secluded path.

"I remember my grandpa took me there once on he had a bike, and he had those little caskets attached to the front, and he put me in that shit, man. " He giggled, reminding himself of that.

"That's so silly, man. How the fuck did you fit in there?" Fang laughed a little, still following the same path. "How would I know? I must've been young though, it's one of my earliest memories I think. " He shrugged, looking around.

"Okay, you gotta give me a second, I gotta think about how to get to that pond. " The chinese scratched his head, stopping for a second. He soon resumed his stroll, changing the direction of where he was heading.

As they entered the thicker and thicker woods, the atmosphere seemed to appear calmer. "Almost there, I think. " Fang smiled to him then navigated through some bushes.

"We're lucky it hasn't rained in a few days, otherwise this shit would've been muddy as fuck. " The boy stated.

Buster soon saw a nice, not so little pond, which appeared very nice. 😜"Damn man, this place looks really nice. " He stated, looking around.

"I actually made a bench some time ago, look. " The chinese pointed to a structure made out of a few bricks with a rather thick plate of wood on top.

"Didn't know you were crafty like that. " He shrugged his with shoulders, then walked over to it and sat down. "I needed it for when I needed to ponder. " Fang explained, sitting down alongside him.

"What about?" He questioned interested, honestly hoping it didn't have to do with anything bad. "About why am I a faggot for my friend and why I love him so dearly. " The boy said sweetly, over exaggerating his movements.

"Aw, that's so nice. " He commented smugly. "Not about you. " The chinese stated very seriously, which made him very distressed. He looked at him, unsure of what to think.

"I'm just kidding, dude. Obviously about you??" Fang giggled a little, then went to wrap his arms around him. "Fuck you, you know damn well I'm not good at catching jokes. " He jabbed him in the ribcage slightly, with a bit of satire in his voice.

"Yeah, yeah, whatever. " The boy said, then quickly shut his mouth to give him a kiss. "Epic. " He stated, once they parted. "Why are you like this. " The chinese sighed and shook his head, sarcastically.

"Because this is epic. " He stated, then started to nod his head very fast to show how serious he was. "Do you wanna make out?" Fang asked, a little offtopic. "Hell yeah, that's epic. " He shrugged, then went in.

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After spending some time there they finally decided to go back, a bit more refreshed. Fang lead him once again, in the meantime explaining something about the area. They left the semi-forest, and went back onto the main path.

"What time did your grandma want us to go on that picnic with her?" The chinese asked, walking in front of him. "I don't know. I don't think she really cares about what time will it be, but I'm pretty sure you'll get invited to dinner everyday. " He answered truthfully.

"Why??" The blue haired one questioned, unsure. "She most likely doesn't care about who it is, but she's like suoer super happy I have somebody or something. And she loves making people food, you'll see. " He shrugged, explaining.

"I'm still stressed, man. What if she just acts all supportive but it's all a part of a massive plan to kill me then convert you??" The boy rose his eyebrow, walking.

"They need to get you on meds. " He shook his head then patted his back, noticing they were approaching the area the house was around.

"Wanna go in or do you want to go to your house and then meet us at the picnic?" He offered. "You know, I wanna make a good impression, maybe Imma go and brush my teeth at least or something, I'll call you when I'm ready. " The chinese explained.

"Alright then, see ya." He gave him a quick but tight hug, then went to his grandparents house, meanwhile the other walked to his own.

-

After dialing Buster's number Fang left his room, placing the phone on his shoulder then squishing his head against it tightly so it want fall, doing so as to be able to put his shoes on while talking.

"Hey man, I'm heading out, so let your grandma know or something. " He stated once he heard the boy pick up. "Alright, thanks for letting me know. Wait under my door or shit, I don't know. "

"Okay then, see you, bye. " He hung up once he tied his shoelaces. "Where are you going, son?" His mom approached him curiously. "Oh, Buster's grandma invited us to a picnic or something. " He shrugged.

"How cute. Does she know?" She asked with a certain expression on her face. "Yeah, yeah. " He muttered, putting his coat on. "Fine then, have fun. Do you know when you'll be back?" She asked him another question.

"Mmm, I wouldn't be sure, but I can call you when I'll be coming back if you want. " He offered, a slight smile on his face. "I'd appreciate that, thanks honey. " She walked away, leaving him be.

He opened the door and then locked it, then headed in the direction of his destination. On his walk he thought of the amusement park they saw on their way earlier, a bit scared but intrigued with the attractions it offered.

Before the blink of an eye he was already stood outside the residency, so he knocked, now looking a slightly bit better. After a few seconds the door opened, revealing an older woman.

"Come in, we are leaving in five minutes. " She smiled inviting him in, to which he nodded a little awkwardly and entered the house. He started to take off his shoes because he knew if he didn't hell would break loose, but he was soon stopped.

"You don't have to take them off, I'm cleaning the floors tomorrow, you don't have to worry. " She swung her hand in a disregarding manner. He nodded once again and just took a seat in the living room, feeling slightly out of place.

He soon felt a piece of arms wrap around him from behind scaring him a bit. "Hey man, you ready?" Buster asked, loosening the grip and taking a seat next to him. "Uhh, yeah, I think. " He shrugged.

"Man, you don't have to be stressed, they're chill, really. " The ginger whispered, noticing how tense he was. "I don't know, I just don't wanna come off bad or anything. " He explained, sighing.

"Get to the car, we're goin'" Their conversation was interrupted by the grandma. They got up and left the house, waiting in the driveway. They soon took the two seats in the back, doing as they were told.

The grandpa soon joined them, but he took the driver spot instead. After everybody had gathered they started to drive. There was a light conversation held up during the drive, but it wasn't anything with much in depth.

After about 20 minutes of driving they finally stopped, so they got out. They were sent into a pretty nice scenery, a field surrounded by some, but not too many trees.

"Take this. " He got handed a bag of coal by the grandfather, which he got taken a bit of suprise out. (i am sorry if this makes no sense. i need to sleep so bad. ) He got a better grup on it and carried it to near where the blanket got laid out.

He noticed the grandmother pull another one out and lay it out near the first one, so he took a seat on it. He was soon joined by his boyfriend, which didn't calm him much, since he seemed still pretty mortified about any sort of judgement.

They started to takk with the boy's grandma, while in the meantime the man prepared the barbecue or something. He seemed pretty occupied with it, but interrupted his locked in streak from time to time to throw something into the conversation.

From what he had already seen, the grandma seemed like a very hearty woman, she seemed very sweet to him as from what he could observe. Although, it also looked like she was the one with a more obnoxious personality, and the grandfather was laid back more.

He soon got served a paper plate with a nice piece of meat on it along with some bread, so he took it into his hand and started eating. 'DAMN this was worth the sacrifice this shit good as hell🤑🤑' he thought to himself.

He complemented the man's cooking, which was met with appreciation, hell, he got served another piece. He bit into it happily, finishing pretty fast.

When they finished eating they all put the plates into a bag brought along, dedicated to the stuff they were supposed to throw out.

He chatted along with Buster, enjoying the now more comfortable atmosphere. "Well aren’t the two of you cute. " He heard the woman say, then take out a camera and take a picture. "This will go on the fridge. " She smiled.

His attention was drawn to a different thing though, he was particularly interested what model she was holding, since it seemed to be pretty vintage to him. He got up and approached the woman to check it out.

"Is that the polaroid sx-70??" He asked, staring at the camera. "Oh, I wouldn’t know. It is old though. " The grandma shrugged. "No way, let me see!!" The ginger joined them, and observed the device along.

"Could I take it for a second?" He questioned, not wanting to appear hostile. "Sure. " He took the camera into his hands and sat down on the other blanket again, wanting to take a look.

"Do you think?" He asked Buster, who was staring the camera down with the same amount of interest. "I mean, I think so, yeah. It would be the onestep though. " The boy pointed to it, explaining.

They discussed for a few more moments, then handed it back. "You boys into cameras or somethin'?" The woman asked, curious. "Yeah, they’re really cool. " He nodded with a slight smile.

"Alright, I think we’ll get going, yeah?" The grandpa interrupted, an already packed up grill in hand. "Sure. " The ginger nodded, then got up. He followed alongside him and picked up the blanket then folded it in the air, after that he handed it to the grandmother.

He got into the car and buckled the seatbelt, then remembered to text his mom to notify they’re coming back. He actually feared taking his phone a little, worried he’ll seem like a phone addict only if they see him with it once.

After the 5 seconds that took to overcome his fear he messaged his mom, then shoved his phone back into his pocket. He only spoke so little during the drive back, but it didn’t seem like a disturbance.

When they had reached their destination he quickly got out, then closed the door. "I have to get going, it was nice meeting you miss. " He told the woman, then walked over to the grandfather.

"I really enjoyed your barbecue, sir. " He attempted to be an asslicker and glaze the boys grandparents' so they wouldn’t make him cut off contact with him🤑🤑.

He started to walk away in the direction of his house, but got interrupted. "Hey, first of all, you’re a bitch for not saying goodbye to ME!!! Second of all, I’ll walk you. " Buster said after he caught up to him.

"Oops, sorry. I forgot. " He chuckled then continued to walk by his side. "Was it so bad?" The ginger asked, hoping it wasn’t a tormenting experience for him. "No, but I fear they might think I’m your girlfriend. " He said.

"Dude, wjat the fuck are you on now bro😭😭" Buster replied, very confused. "Cause I went with my hair loose and shit and you remember that old dude that thought I was a girl on the bus or something. " He shrugged.

"You need to get medicated bro, way too paranoid and overthinking, nothing good will come from it, I told you my mom literally told them wjy she kicked me out. " The boy strolled alongside him.

"I don’t know man, maybe I am overthinking this. I think my mind is just too unoccupied so it makes up all this shit. " He shrugged once again, explaining. "I could get it occupied. " Buster offered with a slick grin.

"Yeah? With what?" He asked curiously. "You’re dumb as hell. " The ginger shook his head disapprovingly. He took a second to analyze what the boy could have possibly meant, yet no thoughts came to mind. The only conclusion he truly came to is that he is so stupid that not a single thought is in his mind because he doesn’t think.

Only a few seconds later it truly hit him that it was probably a sexual analogy or something in the lines of that, he now cursed himself for missing the opportunity to get his dick sucked or suck somebody’s dick. 😢😢😢1 like=1 prayer

They chatted along their walk, discussing whatever came to their minds. Buster frowned when he noticed they were approaching the other’s house, which meant they would have to split their ways.

They had reached the door, then stopped. "See you tomorrow, we’re going to the amusement park, yeah?" He asked. "Mhm." The boy nodded. He gave him a quick squeeze, then went to open the door. He waved his hand at him and closed it, a bit sad he was now abandoned.

Chapter Text

The next day, Fang was in his room, playing some video game he had pirated 7 hours prior. He was very invested in it, trying to comprehend the behaviors of it and observe the graphics.

Obviously, since he got it from dobreprogramy pl he now had about 20 pop ups on his screen, which he didn't really care about, until he got a suggested article about how the infamous celebrity Faggotini Pedalonni believes that it is alright to convert children into steak.

He clicked on it, very curious, which took him out of the window he had his game open in, he attempted to read it, but then got another pop up about how to make yo penis longer with a special cream🤑🤑. He was about to click on it when he heard the doorbell ring, so he got up, curious as to what it may be.

He peeked through the peephole, and a smile crept onto his face pretty quickly. He opened the door, and gave Buster (who was standing behind it, obviously) a hug.

"Hey man, how's it going? I thought maybe we could go to that amusement park, since it's pretty nice outside today, don't you think?" The boy asked him after crawling out of the embrace.

"I wouldn't know. I have been in front of my computer ever since I woke up. " He shrugged, eyes not really focused on anything. "Obviously. So, what do you say, we going or nah?"

"We could, it's the end of the weekend, after all. Tomorrow is going to be dreadful. " He commented, his mind quickly skipping over the idea of having fun to the absolutely sisyphistic, mundane workings of a 21st century man.

"Yeah, but it's Sunday, we got time to chill. " The ginger shrugged. He then only noticed he was being a little unpolite standing in the doorway and not letting him in. He made a gesture with his hand and then closed the door.

"You still haven't answered my question, at least not directly. " Buster informed him, sighing. "Oh, yeah, I'm in man. When do ya wanna go?" He asked.

"I would say now, but I feel like you'd need to do something with yourself first, no shade man. " The boy informed him, glancing at how he looks as if he hasn't done anything to his appearance ever since waking up, which was probably true.

"You don't find me handsome in every state I'm in??? Be ashamed, if you loved me you would've told me I look like Ernest Khalimov. " He shook his head disapprovingly, a satirical note in his tone.

"I don't, we're breaking up. I cannot stand faggots. " The ginger replied, tone very serious but a slight curvature in the corners of his mouth giving it away.

"Whatever. Imma go get ready then. You can play something on my computer while I do so. " He offered. "Fine by me. " Buster shrugged, then went to the chinese's room once the boy walked away.

The man sat down at the desk then moved the mouse around, so taht the monitor would show stuff again, then glanced at the screen. "Ohhh how to make your penis bigger, nice. "

Fang went to the bathroom, then walked up to the mirror. He concluded the other was indeed right, and he looked homeless, probably. He brushed his teeth quickly, definitely not hitting that 2 minute mark (30 seconds, maybe🤑).

He put the toothbrush away and brushed his hair, then decided since they were gonna go on rollercoasters he would need to tie his hair so that it won't hit anybody, too glorious to be met with the ungrateful's face.

After some more tweaks to his appearance he left the bathroom and entered his room. "Alright dude, we can get going." He informed the boy.

"You're going in your pajamas there?" The ginger asked jokingly, to which he looked down, and realised he did in fact forget to change his clothes😪.

"Alright, then look away or whatever. " He told him casually, then opened his closet to find some stuff to put on. He took of his shirt and changed it into another one.

"Why the fuck do you sleep with boxers on??" He heard the guy's voice. "You weren't supposed to look you fucking pervert!!" He responded, sighing. "Let it breathe, man. " He cracked up a little.

"I don't have a pussy, the fuck are you on??" He asked after he finished changing his pants. "I know. I don't have one either yet it's facing the world, something you should learn. " The ginger shook his head dramatically.

"Also, what the fuck were you browsing dude??" Buster questioned, getting up from his chair after he noticed him start to walk away. "Bro I got a game from dobreprogramy, what did you expect?? It's interesting, you know? Very nice articles. " He informed him, leaving the room.

"How small must it be for you to look up this shit dude??" The ginger laughed a little, but Fang found it nothing funny👿👿. "Bigger than yours. " He answered, then started to put his shoes on.

"Proof??" Buster demanded, very confident in what he believed. "Wanna find out??🤑🤑" He offered jokingly. "Are you for real??? Are we gonna have epic sex????" The boy questioned, invested.

"I was kidding, you're fucking dumb. Wait, Imma let my mom know we're leaving, wait here for a sec. " He informed him, then walked away into the rest of the house once again.

He knocked on the door and upon permission entered. "Hey mom, just letting you know Buster's here and we're leaving for the fair, I'm not sure if you know which one. " He told her. "I heard. " She answered with an unsatisfied expression.

"What did you hear. " He asked, voice now quiet, very terrorized. "Some stuff. You should learn to talk more quietly since you are as loud as if you were yelling. " She sighed. "Sorry.." He answered then retracted from the room, not wanting to continue on that conversation any longer.

He came back to the boy awaiting for his return in the hallway, then put a lighter coat on. "You got everything?" He asked, ready to go. "Do you? I don't even think I saw you take money, dude. "

He took a second to think. "Damn, you're right, hold on then. " He had taken his shoes off for the third time in a row, returning to his room. He grabbed a backpack and shoved some crumbled up bills he found layinh around on his shelves along with a bottle of water in case he got thirsty.

He returned and now was sure that he did not leave behind an important thought, so he tied his shoes one more time, then unlocked the door. He let his boyftiend out first, then followed along him, to then lock the door again.

"What attractions do you wanna go see?" He asked, a bit curious, admittedly slightly scared. "Since we only have a few hours till it closes I would just go visit the most fun ones, I wanna go ride some rollercoasters. " The boy shrugged, following him.

He submerged himself into thoughts for a second, which happened after taking just a simple glance at his interlocutor. He wished he could at least grab his hand or something, express his affection in one way or another but besides a few people nobody knew, and walking around the neighbourhood holding hands wasn't the best idea.

He just sighed and listened to whatever the guy accompanying him had to say, the topic of the conversation not being important, the pure privilege of observing him was enough entertainment. He couldn't help but gain a smile on his face, which he didn't really even notice.

"What are you smiling about? Did I say something dumb or shit??" The ginger questioned, noticing the expression, a little confused. "Hm? No, I think I got it from the go. " He shrugged, putting his face back to normal.

They talked along their way, which they appreciated they could take by foot, instead of having to drive. As Buster described the different rollercoaster which to him frankly sounded hellish he grew a bit more scared, unsure of whether he wanted to go.

They had arrived at the gates, so he took his backpack off his shoulders and unzipped it to get the now familiar hello kitty purse.

"Good afternoon, could I get two reduced tickets, please?" Buster approached the woman behind the counter to ask. "What are you doing?" He asked, a bit confused to his actions.

(i dont know whether its a thing outside where i live but i would assume it is, people inder 18 usually pay less for tickets)
The boy just seemed to ignore his question, and continued with the conversation. "Could you show me an ID? I need a proof of age if I'm going to give you a discounted one. "

The ginger froze for a second. "I forgot I'm an adult now.  Fang, show the lady your ID??" The boy told him. "Won't I be paying for myself?" He asked. "Jesus christ, just show her your school id card.."

He got a bit confused to the sudden passive-aggressiveness, so he started looking for a card he had, not wanting to enrage the boy further, being taught from life, not exactly with the ginger but some other fanily members🤑

(sory fir any spelling mistakes. i am too tired and too pised off to correct them. i also dont have my glasses on so i dont see the shit i click)

He handed the woman the card he found. "So will that be one normal one reduced?" She asked, after that bit. "Yeah, sorry for the mess up. " Buster apologized. The woman just nodded and typed something into the register.

"That comes out to 55€, cash or card?" She informed them. "Card. " The ginger replied, then unzipped his wallet to take out a card he brought with him.

She handed him the tickets and he picked them up, then headed for the barriers. "Do you want me to pay you back with bills or do you want me to make a transaction to your bank account??" The chinese asked as they walked.

"Nah, don't pay me, it's a gift. " He shrugged, then scanned the tickets. "What? What occasion?" The blue haired boy questioned, looking around upon entering. "Just 'cause I wanted to. " He answered.

"Wanna go on something lighter to warm up and stuff?" He asked, starting to walk into the depth of the amusement park. "Uhh, yeah, that would be great. " Fang nodded. He went behind him and unzipped his backpack, then snuck the tickets along with the wallet into it so he wouldn't lose them.

They walked over to a rollercoaster that was meant for 7 year old children, but it was the only one Fang wasn't really scared to ride so they decided to visit that one first. They stood in line patiently, occupied with a conversation enoguh for the time to pass rather quickly.

Once the group that was riding it last time got off they had the chance to get into one of the seats, so that's what they did. They put the safety bar onto them, which was pulled from above.

"Because of your fat ass I'm gonna fall out. " Fang complained, poking at the gap between the bar and his body. "Dude, this is meant for children to ride on with their parents. I sincerely believe that the risk is so low it's almost nonexistent. " He replied, sighing.

Their talk was interrupted by the sound similar to steam, then the ride actually starting. The chinese frowned in discomfort, looking around and then in front of him. He clenched onto the bar with his dear life, while in the meantime the 3rd grader of elementary school sitting in the cart before him was having the time of his life.

The blue haired man was left suicidal seeing as they approached the fall that was a whole whopping 5m😪. He screamed in agony as they rode down, very unhappy.

After the ride was finished his legs were shaking a little when he got out. "Was it really that bad?" Buster asked, seeing the state the boy was in. "Well now that it's finished no. But I fear it's like with birth when it's the worst pain of your, life then your body forgets it to convince you to make more children." He answered, walking out of the gate.

"Do you really think humans evolutionarily adapted to forgetting the fear of rollercoaster rides so that the owners of those parks would make money off of you riding again?" The ginger questioned, snorting a little.

"Fuck you, yeah. " He nodded very proudly, arms crossed. He wandered around the area, looking at different attractions.

"Have you calmed down yet?" Buster asked him, noticing the boy seem a bit less nervous. "I suppose so, yeah. " He shrugged, looking at him.

"That means you're ready for the biggest coaster in the park!!" The ginger showed him a thumbs up with his hands enthusiastically. "Are you serious??" He asked, looking at him as if he was crazy.

"It's gonna be alright. What can happen on it besides you just not enjoying the ride?" The boy tried convincing him, pointing off at it in the distance.

"If you were good at heart from nature you wouldn't've wanted me to suffer. " He sighed, shaking his head. "Come on, I'll hold your hand if you want?" Buster offered smugly.

"That I can agree on. " He nodded, then followed the guy's steps unsurely. They went past a crowd of people to get to the line for the attraction. Luckily for them, since it was spring and the weather truly wasn't diabolically hot there weren't as many people, which meant shorter queues.

They took a spot in the lane and anticipated the moment they got to move forward. This time they didn't talk, or rather Fang wasn't eager to, since he was rethinking his life choices and how that he didn't get to tell all his family members he loved them before he died.

He stepped forward once he noticed the line move, still thinking of the fact that the opportunity to return and run away remained. He then decided that he shall stay, since he would do anytjing to make his amazing sweet beautiful faggot happy. 🥰🥰😜😜

He frowned heavily once he noticed that they were about to hop onto one of the carts. Once the gates opened he hesitated a little but then remembered what he was doing it for - truly a sacrifice, a working father to grant his beautiful ginger wife and his 3 kids a wonderful and satisfactory life😪😪.

After the boy got in he sat along, and waited for the workers to put the safety gear onto them. Once he realized the only thing really holding them down was a piece of metal holding them down around the waist he started praying to jesus allah and ardhanarishvara.

"Dude are you fucking serious?? I'm seriously gonna fall out!!" The ride hasn't even started yet he was already taking his frustration off at his amazing hardworking wife who was trying to help. 😢😢

"You're not, we are not the test riders for this, thousands of people have ridden this before. " The ginger replied, sighing. "Okay, but a thousand and one and disaster can happen. " He shook his head, holding onto the bar with his dear life even though, once again, they haven't even started to ride it yet.

"Do you want my hand or nah??" Buster asked, noticing how seriously tweaking he was😪. "I do not think this is an appropriate time to propose. If I don't die from falling out then I'll die from suffocation which my suffering has caused me. " He answered, looking at him very nervously.

"You're seriously dumb as hell, you said you wanted to hold my hand earlier today. " The ginger chuckled, yet Fang really wasn't in the mood for laughs and funsies👿👿. He acted really pissed of, yet lifted one of his hands sneakily, although nervously, and slowly moved it near the others as if they haven't been dating for some time now. 🤑🤑

Before he had time to actually try and grasp the other's hand the ride has started, which startled him a little. He had those sweet few seconds while they were going up, leading to the inevitable death drop. 🙏

"Buster can you actually take my hand pleaseeee pretty pleaseeee buddy friend lover.." He begged taking a look around. He felt his hand being squeezed so he looked to his side, now a bit happier.

The euphoria didn't last soon as he snapped to reality and noticed they were at the slowest point at the very top just moments before dropping, so he thought of his last words.

"Buster please dude I've told you this before but I really love you can you please ask them to bury us together plesse pleek. " He whispered while saying prayers in his head in the meantime.

"Calm down dude, it's gonna be fun, just scream yourself out and shit. " The ginger shrugged then nibbled his hand with his thumb a little, not being the best at calming people down.

As they finally dropped the chinese's life flashed before his eyes, he concluded that even if pathetic it was pretty nice. He started screaming or shit I dob't know.

Hte ride soon came to an end, and getting off he felt very weird. Pretty tired, but also awakened at once. He got out of the cart a bit abscently, as if he wasn't there mentally.

"Dudeeee.." Buster waved a hand in front of his face after he walked like 10 steps autopilot and then stopped. It made him flash back to reality. "Those who know + adrenaline + noradrenaline + balkan rage + hawk tuah + skibidi.." Were the only words he could get out of himself.

Buster just sighed and made him follow him out of the lane, so they could sit down and eat something. "How was it?" The ginger asked after noticing the boy seemed a little more in his body now. "Oh, not that bad actually. " He answered and nodded quickly.

"Sure buddy.." The ginger replied, patting his back. They were making their way the less populated path, not wanting to go near the attractions and rather to just get to the food section quickly.

Fang furrowed his eyebrows when he saw a familiar way stumbled upon his path. "What the fuck are you doing here, bitch??" He asked, noticing Colt. "Hm? Chill it with the language man, I didn't do nothin.." The man giggled.

"You deserve to be called that, no words would fit the label I'd put you in." He approached him, getting angrier. "Okay, fag. What's the deal?" The red haired man smirked.

"You made Buster get kicked out, you retard!!" He yelled at him, trying to maintain his composure. "And? I don't regret a thing. " The man shrugged, to which the chinese couldn't really calm himself down enough.

He made a swift movement with his leg, aiming for the boy's stomach. He kicked him, hoping to help him grasp a piece of reality. #BADASS🔥🔥🔥🐺🐺

He felt his arm get grabbed strongly then pulled over to an area a few-teen meters away. "What are you doing?? Do you want to get beaten up??" He calmed down a little realizing it was only Buster.

"He deserved it, I made sure to not do it too strong that something bad actually happens, but he should be enjoying his bruises he'll be carrying for some time. " He explained, shrugging. He feared that the ginger would get mad at him for semi-starting a fight a little.

"You didn't have to do that, man. I fear he's gonna be on your ass now. I think it was a bit stupid, dude. " Buster confessed, grabbing him by the shoulders.

"I'm going to be happy to kick him another hundred times. " He smiled proudly. "Would you wanna go to those minigames?? They sound fun. " He asked, changing the topic, so that the boy won't have time to get mad.

"Sure, I suppose. " The ginger sighed then followed after him, trying to disregard the events that took place just moments ago. They approached a stand with a game they deemed they might have a chance at.

"Payment only with cash.. Since when the fuck do I have to pay for that shit? We already paid at the entrance. " Fang read the sign, confused. "Here, man.." Buster handed him a few bills he had crumbled up in his pocket.

"Wow, truly a sponsor. I'll pay you back for this at least, yeah?" He offered, grabbing the money he was given. "Nah.. This one could be for beating up that son of a whore or something. " The boy shrugged.

"Then I will pay you back another way. " He smirked suspiciously🤑, then started to approach the stand. He walked up to the guy operating it and handed him the money, wanting to request a game.

It consisted of the usual - some cups set on top of each other, the goal to bring them down. He received the ball and shoot his shot, hoping to win something nice. He didn't actually expect for anything to happen, but he got pretty lucky and managed to score.

The guy working at the stand sighed, then hovered over the table on which the cups stood. "Congratulations. You get to choose one prize. " The man stated unenthusiastically.

"Do you want anything specific?" He asked the boy accompanying him, wanting to grt him something. "Uhhh no, choose whatever you like best. " The ginger shrugged, replying.

"I would like the chicken plushie, please. " He requested happily. The man got one of them off the hook and handed it to him, to which he hid it in his backpack. They started to walk away, yet his heart started to ache for the thrill of the win/lose mechanic.

"Buster.. I gotta tell you something.. I'm actually addicted to gambling. Remember when I asked you to buy me robux?? It was after I gambled all of them away on robux casino... I wanna try to win another thing.." He confessed, looking down to add to the dramatic effect.

"Let's go then. Ninety nine percent of gamblers quit before their big win, dude. " Buster patted his back, encouraging him. 🤑🤑At that moment the chinese was thinking of getting a beautiful t-shirt with 'i love my supportful boyfriend❤️❤️❤️🔥🔥🙏🙏' on it.

He went to a nearby stand and tried his luck at another equally dumb competition, yet this time to no avail. He frowned as he walked back to the ginger, so sad to inform him that he didn't win anything. 😪

"It's fine man, Imma give you money to spend on robux casino." Buster smiled, then lead him forward to leave the small games section. "Would you wanna go on the ferris wheel? The sun is setting so it could be nice. " The man offered after they got past the crowd of people.

"Sure. " He nodded, albeit not much enthusiasm was audible in his voice. They made their way through the amusement park, not needing a map since it was pretty visible where the ferris wheel was located.

They took a quick stand in the queue, since surprisingly not many people had been waiting. Once the gates opened they went on the platform from whcih they could get on the ride on, anticipating an empty one.

They got into it and took a seat, then quickly closed the door so one of their dumbasses wouldn't fall out. They waited for when the cabin got a bit higher up so they could actually look around.

Fang decided to show his amazing sugar daddy🤑🤑some appreciation and moved closer to wrap one of his arms around him, then placed his head on his shoulder.

"Thank you for taking me here and paying for all my expenses, dude.." He told him, scooting even closer. 😜He felt the boy rest his head on top of his, then return the half embrace and wrap his arm around his body.

"No problem man, I'm very happy to do so. " The boy finally answered, giving him a smile. They remained like that for the time they were up in the air, which gave them a few minutes, given the ride was meant to be slow so you could see something.

Fang noticed he was being stared at from the corner of his eye, so he turned to see, as if to ask 'boy the fuck you doing' without words. "Hm?" He twisted his head to face the boy.

"Man, you are so fascinating, I could watch you do any activity and be amused. " The ginger stated, still smiling. The chinese really wanted to sneak in a joke about sex or something, but decided to not ruin the cutesy moment with his humour of a 12 year old boy. 🤑

He decided to give him a kiss on the cheek, every action heavily calculated and thought through. He leaned on the boys shoulder again, up until they had to get off the ride.

Once he noticed that they were now pretty low he frowned a little, not wanting to get off yet. They got up once they had to leave, and hopped off the cabin.

They walked away from the attraction, both of them invested in thinking of what they should do next. "Wanna go eat something now?" He offered, taking a seat on a bench.

"Sure, after that we’d get going, yeah? It’ll be pretty dark outside soon. " Buster made sure, taking a seat alongside him. He was about to respond but then he felt his phone vibrate, so he took his backpack off his shoulders and unzipped it, taking out the device.

"Damn, my mom and dad are leaving to visit my grandparents for two days or shit. " He said, reading the text. "Really?" The ginger asked hopefully. "Yeah. Crazy how I genuinely did not know until after they left. " He giggled, then put his phone back.

They made their way to the food stands, trying to find something to eat. "Man, I would fuck up a kebab soooo bad right now.." The ginger stated, pondering bout his favorite food.

"You would fuck up a kebab at any single point of your life. " He joked, looking for a place to order at. "Maybe here, yeah? We’ll only take fries so we won’t stuff each other. " He offered, pointing in the direction of a stand.

"Sure, but why wouldn’t we just eat a fulfilling meal??" Buster asked, confused. "Uhhhh, no reason. " He responded, a different thing on his mind.

They took a seat at a table and Fang quickly ran up to the window to order, making sure to get ketchup at the side and not all over the thing. Once he’d grabbed a number he returned to the table where they talked, albeit not for long.

"Six!!!" The woman yelled, a bag of fries in her hand. He went to pick them up and took a small pocket with salt in it along it, then quickly handed it to the other boy.

"Hold it while I salt it. " He ordered, opening up the packaging. He sprayed the seasoning over the food, then shoved the now empty paper into his pocket.

"We’ll eat as we walk, I’d be heading to the exit. " He stated, starting to walk. The ginger nodded and joined alongside him, holding the fries out in a way that the both of them could reach them while walking.

Once they’d gotten to the exit they were already finished, so they found a trash can and threw it away, then left the place. "I’m kinda thirsty now. " Buster stated, sighing. "Yeah.. Maybe we can go to my place and I’ll give you some?" He offered.

"Some what?" The boy asked, eyebrows furrowed. "Uhhh, something to drink. " He answered with a hinting smile on his face. 🤑He was attempting to pull something off, only the future held the response on whether he’d succeed.

They made their way towards Fang’s house, given the distance it took to walk there it was already pretty dark once they arrived. The chinese took his keys out and opened the door, letting the boy in.

He closed the door then locked it, after that he got his shoes off. "You can go to my room, I’ll be back with some tea. " He informed him, then quickly rushed to the kitchen.

He got the water into the kettle then set it on the stove, then took out two cups. He was heavily relying on his brain auto-piloting there, since he was much more busy with trying to figure out how to approach what he desired. 😜

After the kettle has started whistling he turned off the gas and poured the boiling water into the cups he’d prepared, watching as the herbs stained the liquid into a brown color.

He revised his plan for a second in his head then went to his room, two of those cups in hand. He opened the door slightly with his food, then placed them on his desk.

He took a seat on the bed the boy was already lying on, then gave him a hug. "Heeey dudeeeee.." He said, not looking at him. "Yeah???" The ginger asked. He giggled for a second before he maintained his composure.

"How would you like to get your dick sucked??" He offered, chuckling a little. "WHAT!! HELP ME!!" Buster yelled, the beautiful like button appearing on the screen as a blessing from the maxdesignpro gods.

"I’m lowkey serious……." He stated, burying his head in the bots chest as to not have to watch his face as he said those atrocious things. "I mean.." The ginger made a gesture with his finger as to intonate that he was thinking.

He got up and gave him a kiss, hoping to start an epic make out session, hoping it would help him to get what he’s been wanting the past few hours😜.

They started ti make out sloppy style very epic. 🤑He leaned into him a little, pushing his mouth a bit harder onto the other’s. They kept on doing all that shit i dont know im not good at writing this. 😜

After a bit he felt like he needed a breather. As their lips parted a string of saliva was left connecting them, as a reminder of the fact that this is NOT over little bro keep those cheeks tight…….

"Sooo…. what do you say about my offer???" He asked, voice hushed a little. "I say hell yeah🤑Epic as fuck." The ginger replied, grinning. He flustered a little then went to do what his manly nature called him to do dude i am NOT writing this in detail.

afyer fang sucjed on that thang as if the world was about to end tomorrow😢

"Dude, what kinda experience do you have, you sucked my shit sooooooo well…….. dot dot dot" Buster asked, lying next to the boy. "Bro, I am serious when I say I have never done this before. " He responded, a bit flustered.

"Truly a natural. That means you have to practice your nature everyday three to five times😜. " The ginger told him, speaking his absolute truth. "Yeah, sure. " He answered with a mocking tone, not wanting to give in.

The two teas have turned absolutely cold by now, yet neither of them had taken a sip, truly too busy with their true sigma’s nature calling them.

Chapter Text

Since Fang's birthday was approaching, Buster wanted to do something nice for him. He considered many different stuff, yet he was bound to be limited by the restrictions set on him by the different circumstances.

He wanted to pick up a job some time ago, but his grandparents refused, so he's been helping them around the house in exchange for some pocket money instead, he's been setting them aside for a good use.

He was thinking about taking him somewhere out of the city, but knew that most likely wouldn't be an option, since the chinese's parents might refuse to let him go with him.

The ginger decided to take a break to scroll on his phone, in hopes he would see something so brainrotting it would give him an idea. He was thinking about returning the favor he'd gotten at his birthday, but quickly disregarded that idea, since he simply had no connections to acquire that stuff.

He'd gotten an idea to maybe ask the boy's mom whether it would be an option for them to go visit another city, but didn't really know how to do it, since he didn't really have a way to do so.

He wanted it to be something nice, since it was his 18th birthday after all. He decided that he would get him a few stuff for sure, some more material, some less.

He sighed and put his phone away and got up, deciding to just straight up take a walk to the chinese's house, mainly to visit him, but in hopes that he'll get to convince his mom.

He opened the door to his room and left, wanting to go to his grandma to tell her that he's leaving. Once he spotted her in the living room he approached her and informed her of what he was doing, after she acknowledged it he went to dress up.

April weather was pretty mixed up, but since that day the sun decided to shine a bit more he only had to get a hoodie on instead of a coat. He went back to his room for a second so that he could change into outside clothes.

He got some jeans on along with a very epic minecraft t-shirt, which sadly would be covered by the hoodie he'd be wearing. He went to get his shoes on, then opened the door and left, not taking his keys nor phone since he knew his grandmother would be home.

He got out and got greeted by the amazing epic ass fresh morning after rain-like air, which immediately has returned his will to live.

On his way he still reminisced of possible gifts he could get the boy, knowing that he had about a week and a half. He thought of getting him a psc or something, but deemed that it's too basic, especially since he knew him so well.

He got a little lost in his thoughts and was brought back to reality only after having a close meeting with a slope set on his way, which he didn't notice. He looked around to check whether his opps were around to see this awful embarrassing action, but the scene seemed clear. 🙏🙏

He observed his surroundings now a bit more, appreciating the calm nature of what surrounded him. He smiled uncontrollably a little, noticing that he didn't have much left until the other boy's home.

After he had reached the doorstep he knocked on the door, then anticipated an answer. After a few-teen seconds the door opened, to which he peeked inside.

"Hey dude, what are you doing here?" The chinese asked, surprised with the man's presence. "I don't know, I was bored and I wanted to see you. " He shrugged, giving him a slight smile.

"Ah, I get it, you missed me??" Fang asked with hope in his eyes, flustering his eyelashes to overexaggerate. "I did not, every second with you is a year off my lifespan. " He shook his head.

"Yeah, sure, whatever. Do you wanna come in or go out somewhere?" The blue haired one questioned, still holding the door open. "Umm, I told my nana I'd be here, and I don't have my phone with me. " He told him.

"Come in then. " The chinese smiled, moving aside to let the ginger properly enter. Once he was inside he gave him a hug then took his shoes off.

They went to his room, having nowhere better to be. "Man, sorry to ruin your happy mood, but don't you think we haven't gotten a task or homework in a long time?? I fear we are missing something. " Fang asked, taking a seat on his bed.

"Uhhhhhh.. yeah, I'm afraid I might've heard about some presentation worth 50% of our grade or shit. This is the most I know though. " He sighed, joining him.

"Whateverrrr, we can take care of that later. " The chinese smiled, then leaned his body onto the ginger's. "Yeah, why did you have to remind me though??" He sighed again, shaking his head.

"Sorry man..." The blue haired boy frowned, looking off into the distance. He put his hair on the boy's head and ruffled his hair a little, hoping to give him some sorta closure. 😜

Their moment was interrupted by Fang's mom entering the room about 0.0000001 seconds after knocking. "Oh, hello Buster. " She said, a little confused.

"Hello miss. " He moved apart from the boy. "Fang, your grandma is calling, she wanted to talk to you too, my phone's in the living room so go talk to her for a bit. " She informed the blue haired boy, who nodded and got up.

As the boy left the woman was about to do so too, but Buster stopped her. "Umm, excuse me, miss, would it be an issue if I was to take Fang on a trip outside the city for his birthday??" He asked, walking up to her.

"That would be a bit expensive, don't you think?" She asked. "No, I mean I set some money aside, and both train tickets and a hotel stay for a few nights wouldn't cost too much. " He informed her.

"I suppose it would be alright, but I would want you two to update me, god knows what you'll be doing there. " She said, placing a hand on the boy's shoulder for a second, then left the room.

He just stood there for a second, the gears in his head twisting, since more than two exchanged sentences with that woman was too much information for him that he could comprehend.

After he finally analyzed what she said he returned to sit on the boys bed, awaiting his arrival. A few minutes have passed and a familiar figure entered the room, then closed the door.

The chinese took a seat alongside him, staring him down. "What?" He asked, confused to the boy's doings. "What 'what'?" Fang's eyebrows furrowed. "Why are you staring at me??" He asked.

"Can't I?? It's really calming for me, you know?" The blue haired boy answered. He sighed and decided to lay down on the bed so he did, rubbing his eyes. The chinese joined alongside him, crawling to entangle with his arms. 😜😜🌈🌈

"Hey dude, your birthday's coming up. Are you planning a party or anything?" He asked him, knowing the other tended to be a bit more social than he was. "Uhh, yeah, I'm pretty sure Imma throw one, just not too big. " The boy told him, scooting so he could hug him.

"Ah, alright. " He replied, now having a better understanding of when he could make the reservation. "Why do you ask? Were you scared I wasn't going to invite you??" The chinese asked, looking at him.

He was about to reply but heard a phone ring, to which Fang picked it up and answered. He got confused for a brief second listening to him answer, not being able to comprehend what he was saying, coming to a realization only after a second.

He waited for the boy to stop the phone call patiently, while he observed him. Once the blue haired boy hung up he put the phone away at the bedside table swiftly, then went back because his body ached to give Buster a big hug, truly living through the nightmare of first world country's problems.

"Dude, you actually speak chinese?? Why didn't you tell me??" He asked him, surprised. "I haven't told you?? Really?? I don't really see how it would be relevant anyways. " Fang answered, shrugging.

"It's cool as fuck man!! I just didn't think they taught you." He informed him. "How can you call yourself my lover if you don't know basic stuff about me?? I lived in china, dude. We came here when I was little, it's not like my parents or grandparents came here before I was born or something. " Fang chuckled, looking at him.

"Damn, sorry dude.. Can you teach me though??" He asked, very hopeful. "I mean.. I am not a good teacher, you know??" The chinese looked away, sighing. "Come on man... at least say something in chinese. " He asked, very invested.

"Uhhh, I suppose I could. " The blue haired boy shrugged. Buster made sure he remembered whatever the fuck the boy said to look it up later, remembering to pay attention to the accent so he wouldn't fuck things up. 🤑

About two seconds later he already managed to forget whatever the boy had said, so he decided to give in and just ask him. "What did that mean??" He asked, hoping the chinese would tell him.

"I'm not telling you, man!!" Was the response he'd gotten, to which he just sighed, and attempted to guilt trip him into telling him. "Ah, alright.. I get it.. Heh.. I'm such a fool.. Why would I think a boy like you wojld ever like me... Heh....🙃🙃🙃Time to listem to xxxxxxxtentacion and put sad bart as my profile picture..🐺🐺🐺💔💔" He said, voice very saddened.

"You're dumb as fuck. " The blue haired one giggled, nudging him with his elbow. "I had to try different ways, you wouldn't get it. " He informed him. As a response he received a kiss on the cheek, which in his personal opinion was way better than knowing what did the boy tell him. 🤑🤑

-

Buster had about three days until the boy's birthday came, so he decided to go shopping for some of the physical gifts he'd get him. He got up from his bed after doomscrolling instagram reels for 2 hours with a subway surfers gameplay on the tv, and texting Fang alongside it.

He shoved his phone into his pocket and went over to tell his grandpa he's leaving, then picked up his backpack and put it on, then went to put his shoes on.

After he's done so he opened the door and left, going in the direction of the bus stop. It was getting a bit dark, since it was already far after school.

He knew he needed to be careful, aware of the fact that the chinese was on his shift, so in theory as far as he wouldn't visit the top floor he would be fine, but he feared that the boy would want to go for a quick shopping after finishing work for today.

He waited on the bus stop, in the meantime enjoying some music that accompanied him in his earphones. He noticed an old man staring at him in a very weird way, but he figured he was just dumb or something.

His bus came and he got in, then took a spot next to a window. As the vehicle started to move again he observed the landscape outside, staring and rating different homes with a scale from zero to five.

Some time later he had arrived, so he hopped off quickly and entered the mall, still fearing to have the guy spot him. He decided the only logical way to do it was to go greet him now, learn at which time he would be finishing his shift, then go and try to buy gifts in that amount of time.

He went up the stairs and walked over to the part with the cinema, looking out for the counter outside it. He smiled as he saw the chinese notice him, the reaction being pretty enthusiastic.

The boy quickly told the girl standing next to him something, then rushed up to him. "Hey man!!" He said, giving him a hug, which he essentially wanted to be quick, but the other didn't let go.

"Hi!!!! What are you doing here?? Came to visit me??" The blue haired one asked, pulling apart and then returning to his place of work, along which he followed him.

"Uhh, yeah, also my grandma wanted me to buy a new pillow for the living room or something so she sent me. " He told him, standing in front of the register. A quick glance to the side made him notice another figure, which he'd forgotten about by now.

"Oh, um, hello, I forgot to introduce myself, I'm Buster, I'm Fang's friend. " He turned to face Shelly and shook her hand, which he briefly recognized based on the appearance described by the chinese.

"Hello, I'm Shelly, you two seem close, aren't you?" She returned the handshake. He actually wanted to thank her or something, given she was the reason that pushed Fang to confession to him, but he saved it, since she didn't even know he was gay.

"Yeah, I've been his best friend for some time now, you know?" He answered with a slight smile. "How's work going?" He returned his gaze to the chinese to ask him. "If you're gonna want to go shopping with me you'd need to wait about an hour and a half, that's when my shift ends. " The boy shrugged, giving him a grin.

"Ah, alright, then I'll catch you later, yeah? I'm gonna go buy the lightbulb now. It was nice meeting you." He told them quickly, waved and walked away as fast as he could.

"Didn't he say that he was buying a pillow?" The purple haired girl questioned, a bit confused. "Yeah, but maybe he needed two things? Who knows. " Fang shrugged. "He seems nice. Do you know if he's single?" Shelly asked.

He held in a breath for a second, then maintained his composure. "You exchanged two words with him!! Why so early on?" He tried avoiding the topic, wanting to giggle a little.

"I don't know, I suppose he's just kinda cute. " She shrugged. "Uhh, okay, well to answer your question he has a girlfriend. " He looked away, shrugging. "Do you know how's it going with her?? Maybe they're going to end things soon?" She asked curiously.

"Girl, chill.. But no, they seem to be doing well, so I don't think they're going to break up, at least I hope." He gave her a smile. "Heeey, I thought you supported me!!" Shelly jabbed him with her elbow jokingly.

"I mean you know, he seems really happy with her, and I like to see him happy. It's a smile worth a thousand dollars and a small village in eastern moravia, maybe even a cow or two. " He explained dreamingly.

"Are you sure? Maybe you don't hear the full story?" She asked, now was actually more interested in the lore of the guy than a relationship with him instead. He sighed and pulled her aside, checking whether any customers were around to serve.

"Shelly, I didn't wanna tell you this, but we're dating. " He told her very quietly, holding her by the shoulders. "What? Really??" She asked, surprised. "Please don't tell anybody. " He sighed and returned to the register.

"I know. I just wouldn't type you as a gay guy. " The purple haired girl explained, interested. "Really? I get called a faggot just by the looks of me. " He chuckled. "Hmm, maybe I have a nose for the wrong type of guys. " She sighed.

"I could set you up with a friend of mine. " He said, offering. "Who?" She asked curiously. "Well, she's a girl, but, you know.. always a new experience or something?? Maybe it's your calling. " He shrugged. "Nah, I think I'll pass. "

-

Buster went down the stairs to the lower part of the mall, surrounded by a variety of different chain stores. Besides making him something himself he also wanted to buy him something, albeit stupid, something.

He entered a bookstore, not really expecting to find anything. He went to the book section, his eyes skimming through different positions. He snickered as his eyes stumbled upon a very particular one.

He slipped it out and checked out the cover. 'How to become an epic fisher 101' Was the books title. Remembering how they attempted to fish once, and how poorly it ended, at least for Fang.

He flipped the book on it's back and checked the price, which repulsed him greatly. It wasn't that he didn't want to spend money on the boy, but rather the fact that it had an extremely topped price, which genuinely wasn't worth whatever was inside.

He placed it back and wandered through the shop's shelves again, in hopes to find something the boy would enjoy. He encountered a shelf with different figurines and keychains, which he took a closer look at.

He finally settled on getting him a small bunny charm, because it actually resembled him a bit and was cheaper. 🤑He approached the cashier and handed it to him, which he scanned then placed on the counter.

"3 euro. " The guy simply said, no hello, no goodbye, he already knew who he would be giving a 1 star review on google maps😒😒. He gave him the money in coins then shoved it into his backpack, once he'd done that he left the place.

After returning to the lobby he thought of more stuff that he could get him. He decided that even though there would be a party, he'd still buy him some nice wine or something, to show how classy he is. 😜

He went to the liquor store, and was immediately surrounded by different types and flavors of alcohol beverages. (and also an old man that reeked of alcohol beefing with the cashier) He approached a staff member, a bit confused.

"Excuse me, would you be able to recommend me some wine as a gift? I'm not really advanced in that field. " He asked. "Sure! Anything particular, any specific occasion?" The employee nodded.

"Uhh, it's for my friend's birthday. " He stated. The worker took him to a part of the store with some flavored wines, of which he picked one with a reasonable price, which also seemed to be pretty good.

He walked over to the register and put it down on the counter. The cashier scanned it (only after greeting him properly, as opposed to the other guy😒), then placed it down again. "Can I see your ID please?" The guy asked.

He nodded and took it out, showing it to the worker. The man glanced at it and nodded, so he hid the bottle in his backpack and left the store.

He seemed to be set with his acquirements, so he decided to just go and visit Fang once again, whose shift would be ending soon. He returned through the same path he'd taken when going down, not entirely sure how much time passed exactly.

He approached the cinema, walking steadily. The boy noticed him pretty quickly, although this time just gave him a smile instead of running up to him.

"Hey man, I still got like thirty minutes left, you know?" Fang told him once he'd came closer. "Yeah, but I have nothing else to do, so I thought I'd just wait, then go home with you. " He shrugged, then noticed a stare from the girl he had met an hour ago.

"Ah, alright then. " The chinese remembered that he forgot to greet him with another hug, so he went around the counter and gave him one.

He noticed a customer waiting behind him, so he moved to the side so that the client could actually buy whatever he wanted to. After the man left he returned in the place he was standing in before.

"Do you think I could wait somewhere here? I don't think standing here for half an hour will be very effective. " He stated. "Uhh, I think I could give you a chair behind the counter?" Fang glanced at Shelly to make sure, since he skipped over the rules he was presented with by his boss.

"I don't think that's allowed. " The girl shook her head. He just nodded and sighed, then looked around. "You know what? Buy yourself something nice. " Fang told the boy, proudly handing him a 5 euro bill.

"..Thanks. Do you want some food? I could go to the restaurant section and get us something. " He offered. "Umm, I'd be happy to have a strawberry shake. " The blue haired boy informed him.

"Alright then, I'll be back in a bit. " He said then turned around, leaving into the part of the mall with the restaurants. His mind skipped through all the options, but at the end he settled on a random chain restaurant they had there.

He approached the counter, but after about 5 minutes still no cashier had showed up behind the register, so he just wandered off in the direction of the interactive screens.

After hitting the screen about 20 times it actually reacted to his touch, so he picked out whatever shake the boy wanted, along with a burger for himself. He took his phone out and scanned it, then ripped out the piece of paper with his number on it.

He anticipated his turn, which came surprisingly quickly. He picked the bag up and returned to the cinema area. He approached the boy, then took the drink out and handed it to him, along with the money he'd previously been given. "My treat. "

"Thanks man, just about ten minutes and I should be free. " Fang smiled. "Ah, then would you mind if I went to rock a piss for a quick second?" He asked.

"Yeah, if anything I'll just wait for you. " The chinese nodded. He took a second to remember where the toilet was, but once he did he made the walk over there quickly.

Washing his hands he received a weird stare from a guy standing next to him. He returned it, with his eyebrows furrowed. "You got a problem there, bruv?" The man asked, agitated.

He shook his head then walked away quickly, not in the right state of mind to be dealing with some male chavs. He left the place and for hopefully the last time returned to the cinema.

He noticed Fang already dressed up in a coat waiting for him with a backpack on his shoulders. "You ready to go?" He asked. "Yeah. " He nodded, then started walking. He strolled alongside him, heading for the exit.

"How was work today?" He attempted to make small talk to make the walk more pleasant. "Well, pretty boring, at least until you visited. " The blue haired boy gave him a smile. "I'm glad, man. "

They arrived at the bus stop, at which at this time nobody was waiting, so they took a seat on a bench there. "How did the pillow shopping go??" The chinese asked, looking at him.

"What pillow?" He got confused for a second. "For your grandma. Did you find anything?" Fang questioned curiously. "Ahh, yeah. She should be pretty happy with what I got her. " He shrugged, remembering his previous lie.

At that moment he noticed the bus come, so he quickly glanced at the number, then got up. "It's our bus, let's go. " He stated, glancing at the boy, who got up after him.

They entered the vehicle and decided not to take a seat since the ride wasn't that long. "Wait, is this going near my, or your house?" Fang asked.

"Oh, closer to yours, I'll just take the walk, it doesn't go in the direction of mine. " He shrugged. "It's dark outside now, you sure you'll be fine?" The chinese asked him, swinging himself on the things to hold yourself by on the bus you kniw what i mean.

"Yeah, it's a pretty safe area, you should know best. " He stated, looking around to see if the bus was empty so that nobody would see their shenenigans. "I suppose. Let me know when you get home though, I'll still be worried, dude. "

"Hey, who are you inviting for your birthday party? It's in a few days and I don't think you sent out any invitations. " He asked curiously. "Ah, for me it's just not that big of a deal, who comes will come, I'll just text people around. " The blue haired boy answered.

About 15 minutes later they arrived at their bus stop, so they got out. "See you tomorrow at school, yeah?" He asked, smiling. "Mhm!! See ya man. " He hugged him tightly then started to walk.

He enjoyed the peaceful silence, interrupted by a cricket from time to time. It reminded him of family gatherings in summer when he was little, the slight breeze of the night embracing him.

After a ten, maybe fifteen minute walk he arrived home, pretty tired even if he hasn’t done anything much. He got undressed, and actually remembered to notify Fang about his arrival, compared to his memory to those things when it’s anybody else asking.

He entered his room and placed his backpack on the ground, then unzipped it and took the stuff he bought out (without the alcohol, which his grandmother would find sooner or later).

He thought of what else he could make for him, eventually returning to the idea of making him something out of ice cream sticks 'cuz that’s been his gig since 1346🤑🤑.

He took out a box from a shelf and got hot glue along with it, then sat at his desk thinking of what could the statue be of. He disapproved the idea of making him a giant dick, which would’ve been funny, but also might’ve caused trouble.

He settled on a fire epic ass bird he thought of, so he got to work, disregarding the fact that it was a school night, he was willing to stay up for his boy🙏.

About 4 hours later he was finished with his creation, albeit useless, made with a lot of love and dedication. He checked the time, it was nearing 2AM. He figured the chinese would be sleeping by now, but decided to send him an image of his neglected pou anyway.

He changed into his pajamas and got under the covers, shut off the light, yet decided to stay on his phone for a bit longer. His eyebrows rose up in surprise as he received a reply from Fang, whom he figured was up playing fortnite.

'wjy. di you hatw him😭😭😭😭💭💭' The message read, he chuckled a little. He was pushed into an ethical dilemma - he loved his pou, yet pushed it into a state of an awful neglection, just for the fun of it.

He sighed and texted back, trying to explain himself. 'I don’t!!!!!!! He pissed me off. ' He explained himself nicely.

'hell naw j am,, caling cjild proticestcs servuces. i appeal ti yhe. cour t and he lices witj ne now and. only has seein gs wijt you on mondays. 👿👿' He attempted to decipher the text as if it was hieroglyphs, but since he was pretty used to the typing style of the guy it wasn’t such trouble.

'Good night dude. I will discuss the parental rights with you tomorrow, I’m going to sleep…:.:.:,,.,,' He texted him, rubbing his eyes with another hand. 'nigjt nihht. my swsst cheesypoff i live. you❤️❤️👨‍❤️‍👨👨‍❤️‍👨👨‍❤️‍👨🌈🌈🌈💞💞💞💞' Was sent by Fang along with a picture of a tiger with 'buenas noches mi amor🌹🌹' written on it.

He shut his phone off and connected it with his charging cable, then put it away and attempted to fall asleep, the challenge being much harder when he didn’t have the boy crawling onto him by his side. 😪

-

The day of the party was tomorrow, and Buster still didn’t even know where it was taking place, given Fang’s amazing organization skills he probably wouldn’t find out until 30 minutes before the party.

It was after 10 PM and frankly, he had nothing to do. He wouldn’t be sure if it would be invasive, but he was thinking about taking a walk in a while and visiting the boy to celebrate his birthday first or something.

He stared at his ceiling, entertained with his thoughts, but also listening to his new mega fucking epic dirt alice in chains CD which he thrifted for 5 bucks🤑🤑. He checked the time, and to no surprise, it would be approaching 11PM.

He decided that he’d sneak out around eleven thirty, and then return an hour later or so. For now he decided to just finish listening to the record, and maybe actually do his homework for once in the meantime.

Time seemed to pass swell when you’re struggling to grasp anything you’re supposed to do, but that was the case for most things for him, only fully being able to take 'initiative' after being told what to do, at least most often.

He glanced at the clock hung near the cross above the door, the time read 11:15PM. He sighed, having nothing better to do he started to look around the room, still being fairly fresh to it.

When he moved in at first he noticed some boxes left in the room, so he decided to snoop around them now. He pulled out a box from under the bed quietly, as to not make his grandparents hear. He opened it up, and to his awe was met with a bunch of posters, some older, some fresher.

It was actually surprising how many of them were of bands or artists he enjoyed, he made a mental note to make good use of them later. He didn’t know his uncle had this much taste, but was very happy to have made this discovery.

He managed to find an MF DOOM poster, to which frankly he didn’t listen that much, but he thought it would make a nice gift for Fang, who was more into music like that.

He rolled it up, making sure it wouldn’t get ripped or crumbled much, then packed it into his backpack. He didn’t want to bring it over now, but instead to the actual party which was obviously taking place soon.

He glanced at the clock once again, and decided that it was a pretty good time to get going. He put a hoodie on and shoved his phone into his pocket, then opened up the window and left.

The walk was pleasant, although in the back of his mind he knew that there comes a slight risk. He disregarded that thought and continued on his journey, which wasn’t long.

Once he arrived at the place he approached the window to Fang’s room, first making sure he wasn’t asleep, since he didn’t want to wake him up. From the light being turned on he figured he was indeed awake, so he knocked on the glass.

He noticed the chinese get startled, then approach the window to check what it was. When the boy recognized him he gave him a smile, although with a pretty confused look, then opened the window.

"Hey dude, what are you doing here?" The blue haired man asked, leaning his body over the windowsill. "I don’t know, I thought I’d come celebrate your birthday or something. " He shrugged, remembering to remain nonchalant🐺.

"Ah, come on in. " Fang reached his hands out to help him get in, even though the window was at ground level. "You gotta be quiet though, my parents are gonna get pissed. Are you staying the night?" The boy informed him after he managed to get into the room.

"Nah, my nana is gonna get worried. I’ll keep you company for some time though. " He scratched his neck and smiled. "A'ight, just take your shoes off. " To that he nodded and untied his shoelaces.

"What time is it?" He asked, pretty tired, even though he knew what he signed himself up for. "Uhh, like eleven fifty four. " Fang checked his phone, then put it away. "Then you have got your last six minutes of discounted tickets. I feel bad. " He placed his hand on the boys shoulder then sighed ironically.

"So sad. You should go to the Epstein Island. " The blue haired boy informed him, giggling. "Where did that shit come from??" He asked, confused. "I am underage and you’re dating me. " The chinese shook his head disapprovingly in irony.

"Okay, well only for the next what, five minutes??" Buster shrugged, taking his hoodie off. He noticed Fang get into his bed. "Come awnnnnnn.." The chinese encouraged him.

He joined him in his lying eternity, then put an arm under the boy’s neck. "Did you bring any alcohol with you??" Fang turned his head to ask. "Nah man, I didn’t come with anything, I figured I’d give you that at the party, which I still don’t know the location of. " He explained.

"Really?? What kinda boyfriend are you??" The chinese asked, very offended. "I thought I’d just come here for an hour or so and then see you later. You’re a bigger alcohol addict than that one dude that bothered us under the cornerstore. " He sighed.

"And you’re addicted to beer more than a divorced father of five. " Fang commented, poking him in the chest. "Whatever.. Keep track of the time so I can punch you on midnight. " He told him, rubbing his eyes.

"Well, we’ve got like a minute. " The long haired boy informed him, taking his phone out of his pocket and checking it. "Start the count, then. " He said. "To what? This isn’t new years, man. "

"Let’s just watch the time. Prepare your cheeks to hurt, imma hit you real hard. " He said very proudly. "The cock is always watching. Keep them cheeks tight boy…" Fang poked him. He just giggled and then returned his eyes to the time displayed in the phone.

When he noticed the clock switch to 00:00 he shut it off, then gave the boy lying next to him a kiss. "Happy birthday, dude. " He said, wrapping his arms around him. "Thanks. Where’s the punch though?" Fang smiled.

"Uhhhh….." He pretended to be thinking, tapping his index finger on his chin. "We should have a totally epic make out session right now.." The chinese said, trying to win over using Buster’s absolutely FAVORITE word🤑🤑#fuckingEPIC🔥🔥

"I mean, I wouldn’t complain. " He shrugged then leaned in, giving into the boy’s request. They went into freaky ass mode and made out ion kno👅👅

Some time later after they finished with their very epic time occupier Fang turned to face the boy again. "What now??" The long haired man asked. "Uhh.. well, I was thinking to put you to sleep and get going. " He shrugged, wrapping his arm around him and pulling him closer.

"Are you serious??" The chinese sighed. "Well, I suppose we could make a small round to the kiosk and get you a celebratory beer or something. " He offered.

To that Fang immediately got out and jumped out the bed. He observed as the man changed into outside clothes, noticing he still hasn’t listened to his advice on not wearing boxers to sleep. 😪

He got up and got his shoes on, then got out the window, the other following his doings. He watched as the chinese pulled the window outside to make it seem a bit more closed, then got to walking.

Two minutes later they were approaching the shop. "Dude, wait, you got your ID on you? Not celebratory if we show mine and not yours. " He asked.

"Yeah, how could I forget??" Fang gave him a smile then quickened up his pace, entering the shop. They picked up two cans of żubr🔥🔥, then placed them on the counter.

"Good evening. " Buster said politely. "..Evening. May I see your ID?" The man scanned the liquor. The chinese pulled his document out and presented it to the cashier, who took a glance at it and nodded.

"I’ll pay. " He showed his card to the worker, who nodded, and typed something into the pin pad. He noticed a glance from the boy standing next to him, but disregarded it. They walked out of the store, taking a seat on a nearby bench, the moonlight illuminating their faces.

"Happy birthday, yeah?" The ginger said, giving him a smile. "Mhm. " Fang nodded. They opened their cans and hit them together, then took a sip. He gave him a peck on the cheek, given nobody was around.

They both finished their drinks, then disposed of them into the trashcan. "I think I’m gonna get going now. " He stated, standing closely to the boy. "Alright, be safe, see you later. " Fang smiled and gave him a kiss, to which he looked around, but didn’t see anybody.

"See you. " He wrapped him into a quick hug, then started to walk in the direction of his house. The silence seemed to be much louder compared to the walk he was making just an hour before.

He arrived at the possession, so he walked over to his bedroom window and crawled into it, pushing it open a bit more. After getting in he closed it, then started to move with extreme delicacy, hoping not to make any noise. He changed into his pajamas quietly, then tucked himself under the covers, sighing.

Chapter Text

The same morning Buster woke up, the euphoric state you are in after waking up lasting only a few seconds, getting washed off by the feeling of stress, since his mind reminded him that he forgot to buy the tickets.

He reached for his phone and checked the time, then unlocked in and actually started to make reservations. He typed in the link to the railways' system site, and attempted to buy tickets.

He sighed, knowing that if he had just simply remembered to buy them before he would have to pay half the price. He typed in the information and then paid for them, immediately getting a notification about a very scary anonymous transaction on his account. 😒😒

After that he clicked on a link he'd already prepared before to make a reservation for the hotel. He decided to make it two days long, since they couldn't really let themselves miss much school. He quickly checked whether he was free to cancel it in case later, and once he made sure he placed the reservation.

He was actually afraid of what the boy might try, given that the two of them had a shared hotel room, and were completely alone without anybody to disturb. 🤑

Admittedly a part of him indeed hoped for a certain situation, but it wasn't a strong aching, so he just silenced it down. He managed to forget what time was it now, so he rechecked - 9:41AM.

Only then the noticed a message from Fang. 'comw join mt n amazjufn. PARTY💜..' Could be read from the preview on his screen, so he tapped on it and read through.

It turns out he only had about five hours for the thing, but maybe that's for the better. He decided to leave his room, wanting to take a shower or something.

When he opened the door to his room his grandma heard, and quickly occupied him with a conversation. "Hey hunny, how did you sleep?" She asked sweetly. "Good, what about you?" He replied.

"Ah, I'd say it went swell for me aswell. " She informed him. "Alright, I'm sorry, but I want to go shower, you wouldn't mind, right?" He questioned, attempting to go past her. "No, no, go ahead. " She nodded.

He made his way to the bathroom and checked himself out in the mirror, face truly naked his the sunglasses. He sighed, noticing how his hair was oilier than of a discord mod, a clear sign to hop into the shower quickly.

After it he felt much more refreshed, and he thought of what he could do to look better, not getting to attend parties often he didn't know how to dress.

Normally, he wouldn't be much comfortable to do so, but since it was the boy's party, he decided to straight up call him and ask. He placed his phone on a shelf below the mirror, lying it onto the wall.

He decided to video call him, given that he was losing all his will to live and the only thing that could save him was the blissful sight of his boyfriend. 😪

He waited for him to pick up, and as soon as he did he got greeted with a big yell. "HI DUDE!!!" The chinese shouted happily. "Hey man, I was meaning to ask, what do I wear?? Is it more formal or what??" He asked, curiously.

"Nah dude, just wear whatever you always do. Nice tits by the way. " He glanced at his phone screen and saw Fang's eyes locked on a very certain point. "..Thanks. " He sighed.

He was about to say bye and hang up, but heard the guy's voice. "Hey, would you want to attend a more formal family dinner with me? My mom is making one for my birthday, and if you behave you could come. " The blue haired boy offered.

Admittedly, he felt a little fluttered, a slight feeling of pride crawling onto him, he felt really good with the fact that he would even consider inviting him to a thing such serious.

"Yeah dude, sure, when is it?" He asked, now slightly worried, hoping it won't collide with the reservations he'd previously made. "In a week, some of my family members are on a trip right now or shit like that I've heard, so we are hosting it a bit late. "

"Are you sure your mom is fine with it?" He asked, drying his hair with a towel. "Yeah, yeah, my dad's too, supposedly he had been told without me even knowing, but they're both chill with it, actually even a bit excited, at least I heard. " He saw the boy shrug.

"Okay man, I gotta go now, see you at the place. " He told him, waving, then picking his phone up from the position he set it in before. "Alright, bye bye." Fang gave him a smile before hanging up.

He quickly pulled out some curling cream he got for his hair, actually putting some work into it as compared to the usual, wanting to show that he was very serious, even if it was a party for friends and not an actual gathering.

After some more struggling with whatever products he found he grasped the phone with his hand and left the bathroom, heading to his room. Frankly, he did not know what to do for the next four hours. (30 min - another 30 for the bus ride and walk🤞)

He revised all the gifts he had prepared, a bit unsure whether the chinese would even like him. A small part of him suggested a very egocentric thesis - that he is the biggest gift to him. 🌹🌹He quickly disregarded that thought, and went back to checking whether everything was kept untouched.

After he made sure it was all fine he made his bed and took a seat on it, pushing his pillow against in the wall to serve as a comfortable thing to lay his back on.

He scrolled through social media on his phone, not really getting the dopamine he would always get. A bit more time passed and he gave up, covering his face with his hands and sighing.

There was no possible way for him to pass the time in a fun way, in which he also wouldn't get messed up. He didn't want to nag the boy, but the only idea he'd really gotten was to either call him or visit him, even though he's seeing him in just a few hours.

After convincing himself that he could actually function without pestering his boyfriend with whatever he wanted he got up.

He took out some casual clothes from his wardrobe and set them on the bed, then prepared whatever he thought of wearing to the party. He picked the casual pair again and put them on mindlessly.

He decided to take a walk, given that he was pretty unable to do much more. He located his grandma and quickly told her about his plans, then entered the hallway and started to put his shoes on.

He opened the door and then shut it back, positively surprised with the fact that he felt warm without any sort of hoodie or coat, albeit he was on the very edge, given that just a small breeze of air could tip him over the edge and make him shiver.

He didn't really pay attention of where he was going, moving on autopilot, much more lost in his thoughts, analyzing situations that haven't even taken place yet.

He appreciated how he actually had been feeling well the past time, even despite a few bumps he had faced, and he knew who to assign that success to.

About ten minutes into his walk his brain took him out of his thoughts, as if he was using something completely different to think, and the brain was always alert of what's happening.

His head rose up, having been down previously before, and only then he acknowledged the situation. "Oh, hello Miss!!" He said, noticing Fang's mom on his way.

"Hello Buster, how are you doing?" She asked, which concerned him a little, having overthought this whole thing already he had deemed that the chitchat was passive-aggressive.

"Ah, I'm well, where are you headed?" He answered, looking at her. "I'm going to the store. If you haven't noticed Fang has taken the stroll with me, although he is much behind in the back, maybe he will catch up soon. " She smiled.

"That's nice. Oh, and also, I'm just going to make sure, you are alright with us leaving tomorrow, yeah?" He made sure, remembering to ask. "Yes, as long as you send me the location of the hotel and update me. " She nodded.

He took a look to his side, looking at the boy approaching them, who seemed so lost in his thoughts he actually wasn't paying attention to what was happening around him.

Not even seconds later and by the very very magical circumstances the chinese has bumped into him, only then becoming aware.

"Dude!! What are you doing here??" The blue haired boy yelled excitedly and gave him a hug. "Just taking a walk, I was bored and have nothing to do until the party. " He shrugged, giving him a grin.

"You look good. " The boy stated very proudly. "Thanks, I actually.." His speech was interrupted by another voice. "Fang, come on, I don't have all day. I'm sorry Buster, but we have to go now. I hope to see you soon. " She said definitely.

"Ah, okay, goodbye then. " He told them, then went to give the chinese a farewell embrace, even if they had only left the last one seconds ago.

He sighed, walking away, although admittedly it was a very pleasant experience for him. He returned to roaming around his thoughts, taking on the path he'd previously been walking.

-

He had about half an hour before the bus came, so he got time for last tweaks. He opened up his wardrobe and picked up the outfit he picked out for the party, then quickly put it on.

He took his backpack out from under his bed, then rummaged through it to make sure he had taken everything. He added a water just in case he got thirsty, even though he expected some drinks.

He went over to the mirror and fixed up his hair a little, which had found its way to flick into impossible directions. He put the backpack on his shoulder and left his room, only giving his grandparents a small wave when going past the living room.

He got his shoes on and left the house, heading for the bus stop. The place was empty, so he let himself take a seat on the bench while waiting. He took his phone out and scrolled through his social media, suddenly remembering to post some dumb shit on Fang's facebook timeline.

He pulled out the most diabolical pictures he had stored in his camera roll and added them to the post, then wrote 'Happy birthday dude... Stay epic bro🔥🔥Best man I've ever met wish you another 18 years or something. 🙏🙏' he wishes he could add some more, but frankly still was paranoid that everything he did was inherently gay, and also his bus came.

He took a seat on one of the empty ones and put his headphones on his head, then started to play some playlist he made when he was bored.

A few minutes into the ride he was very much startled by a hand nudging him on the shoulder very hard, repeatedly. He turned his head around having his head face the window previously, coming to a bit of a surprise.

"Dude, naaaahhh, you again??" He asked sarcastically, smiling. Turns out Fang miraculously had taken the same bus as he did, which he couldn't complain about.

"One more word and you're getting uninvited. " The chinese informed him, taking a seat next to him. "Yeaaah, sure.." He scrunched his lips, rolling his eyes.

"What place is it even??" He asked, not recalling having been there before. "A place my cousin works at, we'll just get some food, then go to my place, my parents decided that they'll free the house for me since I am in fact turning eighteen. " The blue haired boy answered.

"Damn, that's fun. So how many people are coming?" He questioned again. "Uhhh.. As if I knew. Whoever shows up shows up, I invited random ass people I had on my contact list. " Fang shrugged.

"You sleep well?" He asked, unrelated to the previous conversation. "Hm? Ah yeah, very. " The boy nodded slowly, grinning. "Glad to hear so. " He answered.

"What are ya listening to??" The chinese grabbed a loose earphone, since Buster only had one of them in to hear him better, then put it in his ears. "I don't know, random shit. " He shrugged.

"Damn, this is really good dude.. send me the link will you.." Fang requested, enjoying the track. "Yeah man, sure. " He quickly typed the message in, then sent it to him.

The man checked his phone as soon as he got the notification, curious to what the song was. "Why couldn't you just copy the link?" The blue haired boy's eyebrows furrowed.

"It ain't easy like that, dude... I had to go to internet archive and search the most popular fansite from 2003, then check what links were saved, did it like 10 times and got to download this off the page of the admin. " He explained proudly.

"Why won't you just listen to music like a normal person.." The chinese sighed, amused at the story. "It isn't as fun. Hey man, isn't this our stop??" He asked once he heard the speaker in the bus say the name of the station.

"Fuck man, you're right!!" Fang got up so quickly the earphone he had in his ear fell out, upon the distance opening between them. Buster followed after him and got out of the bus.

"How do you get around?? Genuinely, I don't think you are aware of anything that's happening most of the time. " He questioned, genuinely curious of how the guy does it.

"I don't. That's why I'm always so fucking late to school, I either forget that I have the bus, we have classes, or I miss the stop. " Fang shrugged, chuckling.

"Where is the place??" He asked, looking around. "Follow me. " The chinese made a gesture with his hand, to which he started to stroll along.

The good gentleman he is, Fang opened the door for the ginger, which he very much appreciated. 🙏They took a seat at the table he made a reservation for, and noticed one person already waiting there.

"Heyyo, fellas!!!! And happy birthday!!" Chester yelled once he noticed their presence. "Hi, thanks. Have you been waiting long?" Fang asked, his eyebrow rising up.

"Nah, it's fine. " The pink haired boy made a disregarding gesture, then sat down. "No, no, no!! I must sit next to the birthday boy." The ginger shook his head disapprovingly, staring him down after he chose his seat.

"You don't get to tell me where to sit!! Am I right, hm?" Chester crossed his arms, as if he was a 5 year old child about to throw a tantrum. "I fear Buster is right, I'm sorry..." The chinese sighed, moving to make way for him to sit.

"What?? Why!! Does he have a special rank or something??" The jester got up and changed his seat, although very reluctantly. "Actually, yeah. "

"Whatever, does he have a neon fly ride pet in adopt me?? I don't think so. " Chester sighed, staring them down angrily. "He does, he even traded it to me. " The chinese informed him, proudly.

"Then you sold yourself for that. " The pink haired man argued, still seriously offended. "You have just used it as a method to determine social hierarchy moments ago. " The ginger interrupted.

The jester just repeated what he said in a nerdy voice, holding his index finger up. Their quarrel was interrupted by another two guests.

"Hey Fang, happy birthday!! Where can I put this?" Collette asked, showing up along Mandy. "Oh, uhh, just put the bags under the table." The chinese told her.

"Why did you invite them dude??" Buster asked, whispering, confused. "I didn't. Maybe Chester knows. " Fang shrugged, not really caring about who came and who didn't.

"Hey man, do you know why these two are here??" He approached him to question. "Ion know, Mandy wanted me to do something for her today and I said girl I can't, I got Fang's party at 3, ask somebody else, and then she decided she's coming and she invited her friend along too. " The jester shrugged as if it were nothing.

"Ah, alright then.." He nodded, then after returning to his seat he noticed a few more guests. "Seriously, what was your thought process with those invitations?? " The ginger whispered into Fang's ear.

"I calculate pizza + friends = fun!🤓🍕" The chinese answered, rising his index finger very overanimatively. He just sighed and looked around, moving along the couch so the people that arrived could take a seat and it wouldn't have to be next to Chester.

A smile appeared on his face when he actually noticed a familiar face of a person's whose presence he didn't mind. "Hi Maisie!!" He called out, waving, the boy next to him doing the same.

She just waved back and gave them a smile, then put away her bag with a present near the other ones. "Hey man, I didn't really have a bag, how about I take out my presents now and we just put them in another bag?" He offered, putting his backpack on his knees.

"Sure, I don't mind. " Fang nodded, smiling. "Alright, soryr if they're a little shit, but I have one that I'll give to you later. " He stated, unzipping his backpack, but paused for a second, he could've sworn he heard Chester say 'his dick🤑🤑'.

"Okay, so be careful with this one, it's an og vintage one, so you don't wanna fuck it up. " He said, handing him the poster. "Duuuddeeee!!!" Fang yelled after unrolling it quickly, then looked over to face him.

"Here is a little ice cream stick thing I made for you... And some random ass charm. " He shrugged, handing him the two things. "Man, this is so amazing, holy shit!!" The chinese said, very happy with his gifts.

"Also got this little fella over here, I'll hand it to you later so it won't break now. " He showed him the bottle of alcohol in his backpack. "Thank you dude those gifts are so amazing beautiful super duper mega epic!!" The blue haired boy wrapped an arm around his neck and brought his face close to give him a kiss on the cheek.

Buster looked at him terrified, borderline tweaking a little. He paused after he realized that they in fact did NOT notify almost anybody about what they got going on.

"It's a bro thing. Bro's before hoes, you know!!" The chinese explained, looking at the guests. "You invited Emz AND Angelo??!!!" The ginger looked at him with a thousand yard stare.

"Well, Angelo already knows, so it isn't that much harm, wouldn't you say??" Fang whispered nervously. "No. " He covered his face with his hands and sighed, then quickly tried to fit into a normal conversation.

After a while it had seemed as if everybody had forgotten that event, yet he still felt tense, trying to engage in conversations. He looked up, noticing the bartender bring over some pizza.

"Alright, uhhh, so the plan is, we grab a bite, and then we go and enjoy ourselves at my place. " Fang told all the people once they sat down to eat, then went to take a bite himself.

Once he has stared the food down for 30 seconds he finally decided to eat, so he took a slice and started to eat. He soon became thirsty from all the monotone food, so he started to look around for a bottle of water or anything like that.

"Dude, where are the drinks??" He asked the chinese, still being unable to find one. "Uhhh, I kinda didn't order them. " The boy answered, parting with the pizza he's been eating.

"Did you bring a bottle or something with yourself? I didn't so I'd have resort to drink that wine I got. " He stated. "I think I do, wait.." Fang reached down for his backpack to check. He handed him the water once he had found it, and Buster was very joyous to take a sip. 💪💪

They spent some more time there, and once everybody had eaten enough they started to leave. When the chinese was attempting to grab all of the bags with gifts he got interrupted by a tap on his shoulder.

"Yeah?" He asked, curiously. "I'm just letting you know I'm going to get going, so I can't attend the party you are hosting at your place. I hope you have fun though. " Mandy explained quickly.

"That's totally fine, thanks for coming anyway. " He smiled, then went back to his terrible attempts. "You need a hand??" The ginger asked, grabbing about two.

"Yeah, thanks. " The blue haired boy nodded and reached down to grab the final one, which he handed for the ginger to carry. The chinese left a bill along with a slight tip on the table then left, the people following along.

"Uhh, okay, so, we need to wait for the bus, then we're gonna go to my place, yeah?" Fang stated, walking out of the place. Buster was very happy to accompany him in his walk, enjoying the moment even if they weren't really talking.

The group had reached the bus stop, at which the vehicle with the right number was just opening it's doors, so they hopped in, hushed a little to keep quiet, since they were in a public space.

After some time they have arrived, so they got off the bus, and started to walk along Fang, since only about two of all the guests knew where he lived.

"Ah, by the way guys, I don't want anything super crazy, so just keep it civil, alright?" The chinese stated, walking them to his place. He used the time to pull his keys out so that he wouldn't have to search for them under the door.

Buster frankly wasn't much happy with a crowd this big, he preferred silence and one on one time, but he also understood that his boyfriend was a bit more social than he is.

He observed him as he unlocked the door, taking his shoes off the moment he stepped through. The others followed, not wanting to get invited out.

"Uhhh, let's go to my room, it's big enough for all of us. " Fang told them, while he made a trip to the kitchen to bring the alcohol out.

The ginger decided to not enter the room just yet and followed the chinese out, while the guests just talked in the room. "Hey man, until what hour do you think you're going to be holding the party?" He asked, leaning over the counter, observing the boy handle the bottles.

"Uhhh, I don't know. Honestly I don't want it to last too long, and also I want to spend some time with you." The blue haired boy explained, smiling. "Ah, alright then. " He nodded, then took one of the bottles into his hands so that the other wouldn't break them.

They entered the room, to which when Buster saw what was going on he immediately frowned, since people being sat in a circle never meant anything good he was ready to start sighing really bad.

He took a seat after placing the alcohol down, the chinese making his way next to him. "Fang, is that closet big?" Chester asked. "What?? What closet?? What are you on??" The boy's eyebrows furrowed.

"The one in your room that you get clothes from, we are literally sitting next to it, dude. " The jester told him, looking at him weird. "Oh, umm, yeah, I suppose it is, why?" The chinese asked, still confused.

"7 minutes in heaven it is. " Collette said proudly, smirking. "Hell nah.." Buster sighed, hiding his face in his hands, looking down. "You got an empty bottle?" Emz asked.

"Uhhh, no, but I bet we can down this one up pretty quick. " Fang said, picking up a beer bottle, starting light. 🤑He grabbed a can opener laying around and opened it up, taking a sip then passed it to the ginger.

He was eager to take a sip, hoping that maybe if he felt a bit more buzzed the situation wouldn't be as uncomfortable for him. After a good few sips he passed it to the person sitting on his left - Angelo. The guy inspected the bottle for a second then also took a sip - everybody continuing until it was empty, which didn't take long.

Collette placed the bottle on the ground, then look around. "Who spins first?" She asked eagerly. "I'd say the birthday boy. " Chester stated, shrugging. Buster observed as the boy spinned the bottle, a bit nervous.

It spun for a bit longer, then started to slow down, actually close to landing on him. A grin appeared on his face when he noticed, but quickly disappeared once it stopped. It was just a few centimeters off, yet landed on Angelo.

He sighed, but knew that nothing would probably happen, maybe he would just pamper Fang with some super duper secret questions which he'd later talk about with willow.

The chinese got up, sighing a bit, then entering his own closet, not really happy with the person the bottle chose. Emz set a timer once she noted both of them entered the space, then placed her phone on her lap.

"What do we do in the meantime?" The ginger asked nervously. Nobody said anything for a second, then Chester's voice rung out. "They're edging blud with the answer bruh😂😂👋👋Bro is getting his alc open bracket short fro alcohol if anybody doesn't know close bracket fanum taxed oh nah oh nah😂😂😂😂😂"

It was actually painful listening to the jester, whose brain has been rotted beyond a point of return. "Let's just play truth and dare, penalty for not doing something is a shot. " Somebody offered.

"I would ask if we are high school girls given the games that you choose but we are, so I suppose it's alright. " The ginger stated, his eyes wandering off in the direction of the closet. He trusted Fang, but didn't trust others with what they might try to do.

"Can I go first?" The jester asked, actually happy to be participating. "Sure, I'm just going to get a calyx. " The ginger stated then got up, knowing the boy's house well enough to be able to find it.

He returned just about a minute later, the glass now in hand. He placed it on the desk, fearing it might accidentally be broken if laid on the ground. "How do we stand with the timer?" He asked ignoring the game that was going on.

"Two minutes. Now go take a spinnn" Emz answered, glancing at the watch then moving the bottle closer to him. He sighed and spun, careless to who the bottle landed on, although he was pleased with the fact that it landed on Maisie.

"Truth or dare?" He smirked. "If you make me do something dumb I'll make sure the moment the bottle lands on you I'll give you such an uncomfortable question you will be trying your hardest to get out of this party. " She scrunched her eyes, making a very determining gesture.

"Uhhhhh, okay, so dare?" He made sure. "Yeah. " She nodded. "Mmm, maybe, uhhh... spin in place for a minute and then do 15 jumping jacks. " He shrugged, nothing better coming to mind. "Boring ass dare bro😭😭🙏" Chester commented, very unpleased with the pick.

"Oh, wait with it, their time is up. " Emz glanced at her phone once again, then getting up to open the doors to the closer. Buster peeked with his eyes, trying to see what was going on.

Fang got out, looking more annoyed than pleased, then returned to the place he was sitting in previously. "Whole seven minutes he kept pampering me with weird ass questions about our relationship. " The chinese told him very quietly.

"Damn, still crazy that you lasted so long. " He replied, not really looking at Maisie actually doing his dare, way more invested in the conversation with Fang than with anybody else.

A few more rounds of truth or dare eventually interrupted with people getting in and out the wardrobe from time to time and it was Buster's time to spin. In that moment he recalled the whole 0 minutes of when he paid attention in physics class, just to calculate how fast he shall spin to get what he wants.

He gave it a rather stronger spin then started praying, looking up only after he heard a few ooooooohhhsgssssds🤑. It seemed as if luck was with him, since the empty glass has landed exactly where he wanted it to.

He grinned slightly so that it wouldn't be that noticeable by others and got up, Fang following along. He actually didn't know what he would be doing in there, he just purely wanted to spend some time with the boy.

Given that about two people out of all that attended knew they were fags he feared of his secret being spilled once they were inside and couldn't hear, but believed that his bro's wouldn't do him like that. 🙏

(sirry i think you had the chance to notice i am horrible at writing freaky shit . if its corny to the point that you cant read just skip over this part you arent missing out on anything besides a make out session .)

He opened the door and let the chinese in first, then joined. He sat on the opposite side of which the boy was sitting in, facing him. He wholeheartedly believed that they would just joke around or something, but it had seemed that the now a bit tipsy boy had other plans. 😜😜

He soon felt (because he couldn’t really see behind shut doors) the guy tower over him, somewhat unexpected. He attempted to make out his expression, or face at least in the darkness, using the single ray of light entering through a small gap.

His eyes drifted to the side, frankly not doing anything, but it was more of a stress response to the uncertainty. The chinese laid his body on his, wrapping his hands around him. He could feel the warmth of his breath, which reminded him of close they were.

Obviously, they have kissed before, but this setting has made him extremely flustered, as if it had never happened in his life. His brain finally let him know what to do, truly a late impulse. He returned the gesture, embracing the other’s body.

"What do you wanna do?" He asked, hoping it would comfort his senses. "Let’s make use of what this is supposed to be. " A smile was audible through the way he talk.

Their lips were soon united, Fang was certainly feeling freaky as fuck👅👅, he wrapped his legs around Buster’s one. As they kissed he couldn’t help but smile a little, appreciating the situation he found himself in.

"Dude, I can’t kiss if you’re smiling!!" The chinese parted, yet still remained very close. "Alright, sorry, sorry.." He giggled, then resumed what they had going on, now much eager in doing so.

As they kissed his hands wandered around the boy’s back, to finally find their way onto his lower waist. He felt the guy reposition one of his hands, now wrapped around his cheek, which he found really amusing.

He moved one of his hands to under his shirt, still wrapped in the same embrace. His mood was slightly altered when he remembered about the time limit, which he feared was coming soon.

He attempted to change his position so that he wouldn’t be laid back and instead sat, which would make it easier to let go. The second a rather bigger amount of light hit his eyes they parted, wide eyed to whomever was standing in front of the now open closet.

Frankly, it didn’t seem like they had gotten away with anything, a string of saliva still connecting their lips being the main culprit, although the flustered cheeks and messed up hair weren’t any less help at obviously reflecting of what went on.

To their un-luck, the person that let them out wasn’t Maisie nor Angelo, who would’ve understood, but Emz, as they could probably expect. "Oh my god, you guys so totally made out!!!!!" She whispered, which they were grateful for, expecting her to yell some stuff out instead.

They didn’t say a single thing and just looked at each other then got up and left, Buster wiping his face with his arm in the meantime. They returned to their seats, attempting to join onto the continuing game, but neither of them could focus - a much much different thing on their mind.

Fang got up for a second and checked his phone which he had put down on his desk, reading the time. "Uhh, alright people, I really can’t be hosting this for long, my parents are gonna come back soon. I’m not saying you have to get out right now, but just prepare yourself to get going, alright?" He said, sitting back down.

After a few sounds of disappointment the group acknowledged his message, deciding to host one more round of the game they played. Fang was pleasantly surprised with how non reluctant those people were to leave, fearing that they wouldn’t be willing to leave.

He got taken out of his thoughts only after he was poked in the shoulder, signifying him to look down. His luck certainly wanted him to have the last dare (or truth) of the day.

"Truth. " He sighed. "Awwnn, come on.." Chester complained, hoping that he’d get to get him to do some stupid shit at the end of the day. "Just give him a really annoying truth. Always works, honey. " Angelo recommended.

The jester thought for a second, then grinned. Fang pretty much already knew what it would be, given how he was known for being profoundly annoying. He made a slight glance at Buster, who also seemed to be expecting whatever the guy had to say.

"Are you gay for Buster??" It seemed as if things haven’t changed since trip, Chester being equally a pain in the ass as he used to be. "You could always lie.." The jester followed, now putting him in a semi-trap, since if he said no it could’ve counted as a response to the follow-up sentence.

"He is a great friend. " He said, looking away whistling to not appear suspicious🤑. "That does not answer my question!!!" The jester argued. "Alright guys, that’s enough for today. " He got up, leading them to the door.

Chester gave him a bitchy stare then walked over to the entrance and put his shoes on. The others had done the same. "Are you staying??" He asked, turning around to Buster. "Ummm, I mean if you want me to?" The ginger smiled, hair still messed up a little.

"Bye, bye, thanks for the invitation and happy birthday once again. " Maisie walked up to the two and said, then left. After they had said goodbye to everybody they returned to Fang’s room.

"How drunk are you?" He asked, turning on a small lamp and then turning off the big light. "A bit tipsy, but I genuinely didn’t have that much. You?" The chinese replied, taking a seat on his bed. "Nah, the only thing I drank was the beer we had to down. " He shrugged, joining him.

"Seriously?" Fang’s eyebrows furrowed. "Yeah. And you? You’re supposed to get black out drunk on your birthday. " He argued. "Well, you didn’t. " The blue haired boy answered. "But we got stoned instead. " He said.

"Wait, I have an idea.." He got up and walked up to his backpack which he laid on the ground. He unzipped it and took out the wine bottle, then brought it over.

"Wanna drink it??" He offered. "Nah, I wanna leave it for something else.." The chinese grinned dreamily. He just gave him a bit of a weird glance then nodded, putting the bottle away. "You don’t wanna check the gifts you got from others??" He asked.

"Nahhh, I’m too tired, I’ll do that tomorrow.. Oh, about gifts, you said you had one more to give me?" Fang questioned curiously, having his hopes to get taken to #POUNDTOWN🤑.

"Ah, yes. You’re free tomorrow, and the day after tomorrow and the day after after tomorrow??" He made sure. "Yeah, besides school. " The chinese answered, confused to where it was going.

"Well, uhhh, I kinda bought us train tickets and a stay at a hotel in faggotini city. " He told him, hoping not to disappoint. "Damn, really??" The boy asked, a happy expression painted on his face.

"Mhm!! I could show you the tickets, I have them on my phone. " He offered. "Thank you, dude, I don’t get out of town much unless it’s a school trip or a visit to my grandparents. " Fang smiled excitedly, then gave him a kiss of gratitude. 🤞🤞

"Your gifts were so amazing, man. " The blue haired man continued, wrapping him in a hug. "I’m glad. If you really want to, I may have an idea for the last one.." He looked around nonchalantly. 😜

"Hmm??" Fang’s dream had returned before his eyes. "Well, if you’d be willing to, then we could, you know, I mean uhhh.. like you know what I mean.." His words wandered off.

"Hell yeah.." The chinese grinned heavily. "When do your parents come back home?" He made sure. "I lied, they come back tomorrow. " The long haired one answered.

"Shit, wait, I forgot to tell my grandma I’m staying the night. " He got up to quickly give her a text, then returned even faster. "Soooo, would you be willing to do coco jambo??" He asked.

"Stop TALKING💜" Fang answered and attacked his lips with a pair of his own, very happy to finally take him or be taken to #POUNDTOWN🤑, the closest they managed to get to that when he decided to suck him off.

the last gift turned out to be the best one, i am not describing it no no no no no n o no n o goodbye people

Chapter Text

The next morning Fang woke up in a state he didn't think he found himself before. It could be described as a mix of flattery and tiredness, but in a pleasant way. He looked over to his side, at which laid his boyfriend.

They were entangled in a semi-embrace, he laid on the man's arm, whilst wrapped around his torso. He peeked at him once again, curious to check whether he had woken up or not. A quick glance and a slight snore told him everything he had to know.

He was enjoying himself, the skin to skin contact making it much more nicer. He moved his head to observe the ginger, deciding it's best entertainment there could possibly be.

After about a few minutes he noticed the boy's eyes open, to which he smiled a little. "Hey dude." He said, staring at him. "What time is it?" Buster asked tiringly. "I don't know, I didn't move much. " He shrugged, then moved closer.

They conversed for a while, not having a reason to get out of bed, and also being very comfortable. They got interrupted by two figures entering through the door unexpectedly.

"Hi Fang, we're back!!!" His mom barged into the room, and only then looked. To that the ginger just smiled embarrassingly, and looked away. He couldn't even get out of bed, 'cuz his pants got lost in the sauce long long ago.

"Hello to you Buster, you boys had a sleepover?" She asked, at heart knowing damn well what it was seeing her son shirtless with another man in bed😪. "Uhhhhhhhhh..... yeah." The chinese answered, looking at her, scared.

"Alright, well then I'll leave you be, do you want tea or breakfast?" She asked, trying to be nice. "Mmm, no, you can leave now. " The blue haired boy told her. "Actually, a tea would be nice.." He stated.

"No, no, forget it, just go. " Fang said, needing his mom to go away. She nodded and shut the door behind her. Buster shifted to face the boy, a face of terror painted over his face.

"Will she be mad?" He asked, voice hushed. "I don't know, I think she understands. If anything just complement her shirt or something. " The chinese replied, shrugging.

"What time does the train leave?" The boy continued, scooting closer to him. "Pretty late, about 6PM. " He answered. "That's not fucking late. " Fang argued, looking at him stupid. "I mean, it depends, you know.." He stated, looking away with his eyes.

"When do we pack? You'll have to pay a visit back to your house to get your stuff. " The chinese complained, moving closer, so that he could hug him.

"Uhhh, I don't know, I mean we would have to be at the station at about 5:30, so we need to take the bus that leaves at 5, but before that one of us has to return to the other's home, so I'd say it's reasonable to start packing at about 2. " He explained.

He wanted to move so he could reach his phone and read the time, but was stopped by the very touch starved boy lying next to him😪.

"Can I nap for a second?" The chinese asked. "I would tell you but I have no way to check the time. " He sighed, suggesting him very mean things😒😒. Fang's touch loosened which enabled him to actually get to his phone.

"It's about twenty past nine, so I suppose it wouldn't hurt. " He shrugged, returning to the bed. The fucking FAGGOT😒😒next to him got very happy that he could once again rest happily, although the coldness that came with the short separation scarred him.

When he returned under the covers he was immediately greeted with a pair of arms wrapping around him, which he couldn't complain about, and the weight on his chest put there by the guy's head made his lungs flutter a ljttle the gayass he is. 😢

As the chinese fell asleep he attempted to do so too, given that he never could say no to an option to have an extra nap, especially in this setting, it was simply undeniably one of the best possible sleeps he could have🤑.

He woke up some time later, being shaken awake by Fang. "What??" He asked slightly agitated after being taken out of his dream about cooking for his beloved husband with two kids and a small house on the countryside😢😢.

"Wake upppppppp..........!!!!!! It's like 11AM or shit. " The boy informed him, although it was noticeable that he too was sleepy. "Fine, damn.." He sighed and got up, very sad about having to leave the comfort of the bed.

"I can make you breakfast. " The chinese offered, getting up after him. Only then he actually remembered to at least put his pajama pants on, since he wouldn't be going commando in a house that wasn't even his.

"Nah dude, it's like, ehhh.. I mean, you're the one that let me spend the night here, important to note a very nice one too, so I should pay you back. " He informed him, putting his shirt on as well, because he decided he wouldn't be parading near Fang's parents shirtless, giving them enough of a scare earlier before.

They left the room after a few minutes and headed for the kitchen, which was to Buster's luck empty. "You want tea??" He asked, approaching the kettle and pouring in some water.

"Yeah, thanks. " The boy responded approaching him. "Green or black?" He made sure, turning the stove on and placing the kettle there, in the meantime taking two cups out of the shelf.

"Mmm, I like green tea. " Fang answered and gave him a smile, which he couldn't really see. "What do you want for breakfast?" He asked, putting in the chai into the glasses with a spoon.

"Nothing fancy, just make me some sandwiches when you're making them for yourself. " The chinese explained. "Aiiight.." He answered, much more focused on preparing the most delicious tea he's ever attempted to make. 🤑

As he waited for the water to boil he started to look around to find a cutting board, even though he's been at the place so many times he knew the kitchen like the back of his pocket.

Once he spotted it he placed it on the counter nicely, interrupted by the kettle whistling. He turned the stove off and poured the water into the cups, as the other boy just observed him with interest.

He opened up the pantry and took the bread, desiring to get a few slices. "You guys got sausage?" He questioned, cutting through the loaf. "Yeah, let me take it out for you. " The chinese opened the fridge and took out the most bootylicious lookin sausage, along with some ketchup.

He felt himself get embraced from the back, to which he uncontrollably flinched a little, the touch unexpected. He noticed the sausage being placed on the counter along with the bottle.

"Man, you can't do this, I don't wanna piss your parents off today, what if they walk in?" He whispered, a little sad but he knew he had to do what he had to do. "Right, sorry. " The man moved away, and took a seat at one of the chairs.

As if it was a curse to call her name, Fang's mom appeared only a few seconds after. "Hi, boys." She said, standing in the hallway. "Hello." He said quietly, looking down, very afraid to face her, even though he was probably overreacting.

"You sleep alright?" She asked casually. "Yeah. " The chinese answered her, wanting to take the stress off his boyfriend. 🙏🙏"Okay, then I'll leave you be. When do you leave?" She made sure before walking off.

"Umm, about 3:30." He said hesitatingly, still very very focused on preparing the already finished sandwiches. Once the woman walked off he took out the plates and set the food on them.

He grabbed one of the cups along with the plate and set it next to Fang, then made a second round to do the same with his. "Sorry if it's not good. " He warned before taking a sip of his tea.

"Nah, if anything you can cook better than me. " The chinese gave him a smile, then bit into the sandwich he had been served. They ate together in peace, although for Buster it felt like he was 10 and playing fnaf all over again, this time with the boy's parents.

After he finished eating he picked his plate up and swiped the crumbles into the sink, then opened up the dishwasher and inserted his plate there. "Have you finished eating?" He asked, walking back to the blue haired boy.

"Yeah. " The chinese responded and handed him the plate, with which he did the same as with the last one. He returned to the island they ate at and took his cup into his hand, bringing it back into Fang's room, who followed after him.

"Man, about 20 minutes of rest and then we need to get a grip and start preparing. " He laid himself back on the bed at which he slept just half an hour ago.

"Sure. Hey man, I am not sure if this is right to ask, and I'm sorry if it's not, but have you heard anything from your mom, or about her?" The chinese asked carefully, taking a spot next to him.

"Uhhh, fuck dude, I don't wanna think about it, sorry. But I think she actually regretted it a little and now she's also completely alone, deserved lowkey. " He answered, rubbing his eyes with his hands.

"Damn, I'm sorry, I was just curious. But you feel alright, yeah?" The long haired men questioned, moving closer to give him a hug as a sort of comfort. 🙏

"Yeah, I don't think about it for the most part. I've had my crying behind me so now I don't really care that much. " He shrugged. "You were crying??? Why didn't you come to me dude, I swear!!" Fang felt a little guilty for not being there for him😪😪.

"Nah, it's fine, you really helped me anyway. " He smiled and moved him closer to him with his arm, even though they were already hugging before.

"Imma go shower I think, can I do it here, or do I just wait for when I return home?" He resumed, facing the boy. "I think you should be fine. I'll wait. " The chinese told him, nodding.

He got up a bit hesitantly, and started to browse his backpack. "You have any clothes I could borrow?" He asked, thinking returning in the same clothes as he wore last night would be a bit shameful.

"Yeah, but you gave them to me and I like to smell them, I could just give you one of my shirts cus you know I like my shit baggy🤑. " Fang answered, opening up his wardrobe, and taking a piece of clothing out.

"You're freaky as fuck. Holding my clothes hostage, hell nah.." He commented ironically, then picked up the shirt he was given, taking it along his pants.

"Imma come back in 10 minutes, wait here and stall your parents or something, I really don't wanna encounter them. " He pleaded. "Dude, it's seriously not that big of a deal. They don't care as much, they know I'm not a child. " The long haired boy explained.

"Nah, I'm still scared as shit. They might not have a problem to you, but to me sure. " He explained, about to leave the room, then returning. "Wait, could you give me a towel or stuff?" He asked.

"Ion know where they are, my mom changed the spot she puts them away in. Just use mine, it's the red one. " The chinese shrugged. "Alright, you sure it's fine??" He checked since he is just chill like that. 🙏🙏

"Yeah, just go on man. We don't have any time to lose!! I'll take out my suitcase in the meantime. " Fang made a gesture to hurry him up. He nodded and left the room.

As the boy left the chinese looked under his bed in search of his long lost suitcase he was drafted apart from for so long, pulling it out once he spotted it.

When he got it out it was fully covered in dust, along with some dustballs, which he'd gotten on the rug in his room which most likely remembered the times of PRL, maybe even was bought after sneaking somebody into the line..🤫

He disregarded the mess and decided to deal with it later. He zipped it open and opened it up, doing which he heard a voice from behind to which he turned around.

"Hey honey, you're packing?" His mom asked, squatting next to him. "Yeah, we don't have much time left, Buster went to take a shower right now. " He informed her, taking a look around the suitcase's pockets to check if anything has been left behind from the last use.

"Ah, alright then. Remember to text me every half an hour, so I know everything's alright. " She instructed him. "I don't really think that's possible, ma. " He stated, getting up to approach his closet.

He opened up one of his drawers and took out some boxers, 5 pairs, always taking more in case he shit himself 3 times, along with a few pairs of socks, because he managed to always lose them sooner or later.

When he turned around he was surprised to see his mom still standing there, not really paying attention to whether she left, but also not really expecting her to stay.

"How did the party go? I didn't have the chance to ask. " She asked him, while he walked over to place the stuff he just took out of the drawer into the suitcase.

"It was fun, but I didn't want it to last too long, so I asked them to go after some time. " He informed her, walking over to once again open another drawer, this time getting a few shirts out.

"Was Buster that reluctant to go?" She asked, jokingly, but the chinese didn't really take it as a joke at first. "What? No, I asked him to stay. " He said, shrugging.

"Ah, I get it. You guys spent the night nicely? Sleep well?" She questioned further on, in the meantime criticizing the way Fang put the stuff into the suitcase because in her opinion it was wrong and he didn't do it right.

"Ummm, yeah. " He answered a little quietly, getting his last thing in which were the pants. "Alright then. Tell me when you'll be leaving, maybe you want me to make you some food for the train ride?" She made sure, stopping in the doorway.

"Yeah, that would be great, thanks. " He stated, zipping up the part of the suitcase he just put the stuff in. After his mom walked away he just laid himself down on the bed and took out his phone, waiting for the ginger to come back.

After a few minutes he had returned to the room, feeling much more fresher now. "Hey man, you finished packing?" He asked, approaching the boy lying on the bed.

"Yeah. We could go to your place to do the same now if you want, I got nothing better to do anyway. " Fang told him, putting his phone in his pocket and getting up. "A'ight, let's go then. "

They left the room and approached the hall, in which they had left their shoes. He snuck them onto his feet with a swift motion, then waited for the chinese to put his on before opening the door.

They walked out, the fresh air being very soothing on both of their skins. "I'm so excited for the trip dude. How did you even think of that??" Fang told him as they walked.

"Uhh, I mean, it's a pretty basic idea isn't it? I don't know what to tell you. " He shrugged, albeit happy that his idea was being appreciated.

They made their way to Buster's house about 15 minutes later. He approached the door and gave it a knock, which after a few seconds were opened.

"Hey nana, I'm just going to pack my suitcase for the trip, I'll be out of your hair soon. " He told her, giving her a slight smile. "Come in!!" He made a gesture to Fang, who seemed to remain still in front of the place.

"Sure. " The chinese entered the place and took off his shoes as the other boy did the same. He walked over to his room, a suitcase already standing in the corner.

"If you don't wanna get bored watching me pack you can check out the posters my uncle had. If you find something you like you can take it. " He pointed to under his bed and in the meantime opened up his suitcase.

As the long haired boy admired the different posters he made a few rounds to his wardrobe and back, bringing out different clothing items. He wanted to do it fast, not really willing to lose much time which he could spend on so much better things. 🤑

Once finished he zipped it up and flipped it so it would stand up. "Hey man, is the train station closer from my or your place?" He made sure. "Mine I believe. " Fang answered, done browsing the papers.

"Then I'll just take it over to your place and I'll take it along yours when we'll be leaving, yeah?" He offered. "Mhm! Sure. " The chinese told him, nodding, then got up from his bed.

He opened the door and rolled the suitcase out, Fang following after him. "Hey, sorry I kinda wasn't here yesterday, and now we're heading out, so I'll see you guys after we come back from the trip. " He said, entering the room his grandparents were watching TV in.

"Alright honey, stay safe and let the road be wide. " His grandma gave him a hug "Yeah, just let us know you're alive. " His grandpa grunted getting up, but after he managed to do it he gave him a short hug.

He said some goodbyes to them then left the room, being met with the chinese scrolling on his phone. "Your brain is fried. Can you not withstand one minute without using your phone??" He asked, jokingly, rolling the suitcase along.

"I didn't know for how long you'd be in there, dude. " The long haired boy shrugged and shoved his phone into his pocket, walking alongside him. He opened the door and let the lady (Fang😜) through first, and then followed.

"What do you wanna see there? I have some stuff planned but it should be mostly centered around you, don't you think?" He questioned, closing the door.

"Umm, I don't know, I would just wanna explore the city, you know?" The chinese responded, staring at him, then joining him in the walk after he finally started to.

"Alright then, what time is it, by the way?" He stared at him to ask. "Uhhhh.. about thirty past one. " Fang pulled out his phone to check.

"Aiight, then when we get to your place we need to pack our backpacks, and maybe if we have enough time left we should go to the cornerstore and buy some food for the ride. " He proposed, looking around.

"Yeah, sure, my mom is making us sandwiches though. " The blue haired boy informed him. "Ah, alright then, I don't think there's a need to buy anything now. " He responded.

They got back to Fang's place, to which they were met with a locked door. "Give me that, you have no strength you pussy. " He said, pulling on the doorknob. "Why the fuck is it locked cuh😭" He asked, after another failed attempt.

"Dude I don't know. I'll go around and knock on my parents' bedroom window. " The chinese informed him then ran around the house.

Fang knocked on the window as he said, to which he was met with a confused look from his mother through the window. "Boy have you lost your mind? What are those shenenigans for??" She asked, opening the window slightly.

"You locked us out!! We can't get in!!" He told her firmly. "Ah, I thought you guys were leaving for the trip. Hold on.." She walked away, leaving him alone.

After a few seconds he went back to where Buster was standing, to hear the lock being twisted. "Sorry guys. I got it twisted, come in, your sandwiches are ready. I also made you tea in a thermos. " She told them, opening the door.

"If you made all that stuff then why did you lock the door??" The chinese was confused to his mom's doings. "I don't know, I figured you left without them. " She moved to let them past the door.

They got their shoes off for the hundredth time, the ginger dragging the suitcase along him. He rolled it into the other boy's room, then stood it next to his one.

"What do you wanna do in the meantime? We still got like an hour and a half left. " He asked, taking a seat on the guy's desk. "I don't knowwww.." The chinese sighed, lying himself on the bed.

He got up and decided to join him🤑, lying next to his boyfriend was the absolute best method for passing time🙏🙏💯

"We're just skipping school the next two days basically, yeah?" Fang asked, turning to face him. "Mm, yeah. Given how we listen to the teachers I don't think our absence will make much of a difference. " He responded.

"I've already said this but seriously, thank you, dude. I don't know how I can repay you, it seems like a really big gift for somebody like me. " The blue haired boy put a hand on the ginger's arm.

"Naw, don't worry about it, it's a birthday gift, you don't need to pay me back. " He replied, giving him a smile. "No, no, dude, it's for real too much. Can I at least give you like 20% of what you paid for it?" Fang offered.

"I told you, it's a gift. " He explained, sighing. "I insist, I feel bad with it.." The blue haired boy told him. "Alright, you can pay me back by buying me ice cream when we're there. " He offered.

"Really?" The chinese asked, confused. "Yeah, I don't know what to tell you dude. You can't be so humble. " He explained, but patted his shoulder as to show he meant care and not offense.

"It's just how I was taught. " Fang shrugged. "Do you wanna watch subway surfers gameplay on your phone and put on a family guy episode on mine??" He offered, changing the topic.

"Hell yeah, you know it. " The long haired boy nodded excitedly. He took his phone out and typed in the address of a site he could watch family guy on, while the other searched for some epic gameplay.

They spent some time watching until they noticed the time had recently hit 3PM, to which they got up, and maned up. "Get your backpack, we need to pack ourselves some water and the stuff your mom made us. " He told him, pulling his backpack out.

"Sure, sure. " Fang nodded and picked his up, then left the room. "Dude, hold on, what about your phone charger??" He reminded him just in case. "Fuck, you're right. " The chinese returned to the room and ripped it out of the contact, then shoved it into his backpack.

They went to the kitchen, and picked up the sandwiches they were given. Buster remembered to also get the two thermoses, which appeared to still be warm. They made a few rounds around the house, remembering to pick up different stuff.

"Alright dude, you ready?" He made sure, dragging his suitcase into the hallway. "Yeah let me just say goodbye to my parents. " While the boy disappeared he decided to make a round to the chinese's room to get his suitcase, deciding that it would just be faster.

He waited in the hallway, Fang returning not long after. He got his shoes on and opened the door, let him out, then closed it. They walked down the street to get to the bus stop from which the bus went.

"What time does the train leave again?" The blue haired boy asked him. "5PM, we got an hour and a half. " He informed him, looking off into the distance to check whether the bus was coming.

He got a bit surprised by a kiss being planted on his cheek, although not disappointed. In the meantime, he wrapped his hand behind the others neck, pulling him into a semi-hug, so that the waiting process would be more pleasant.

Once the bus came they walked in, drafting apart. Buster was a little pissed since they couldn't take a seat given that they had suitcases under their legs, so they just held the bars with one hand, praying not to trip and fall.

A thirty minute drive later they arrived at their bus stop, their legs aching for a seat, not used to standing so long, since the only thing they did was playing fortnite😪.

They walked into the train station, their eyes immediately drifting to the departures board. It turned out their train in fact shouldn't be late unlike the usual, so they attempted to find from which platform they would need to be leaving from.

"Wait, is it a general train, or one like the one with which we went on the school trip?" Fang asked as they walked around. "Uhh, a normal one, I believe. It's only a two hour ride or so, so we should be fine. " He answered his question, walking up the steps, his suitcase hitting every single one.

"Alright, we at least got seats next to each other I hope?" The chinese made sure, following along. "Yeah, obviously dude. " He told him, sitting on a bench and pulling his suitcase next to him.

The boy sat along with him, then soon took his phone out. "What are you doing??" He asked, glancing at his phone. "Dude, hold on, you remember this??" He pulled up a story archive from when they were in the park and he posted that 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴𝔂 story.

"Fuck yeah!!" He giggled, glancing at his phone. "Why don't you ever post anything?" The blue haired boy asked him, shutting his phone off. "Ion know, I just don't feel like I need to document myself out to people on social media. " He shrugged.

They waited until the train came, and when it did Buster reached into his backpack and pulled out two tickets for the worker to scan upon entering.

He handed them to her and she scanned them, gave them back, and let them in. He made a movement for Fang to follow along, who was then still sitting on a bench, keeping an eye on their luggage.

The boy took the suitcases into his hands and hurried up to him. He took his one from his hands and started to walk through the train.

"We got seats C7 and C8. " He explained, making his way to the seats. Once they got there, they noticed got enough space to put the luggage at the ground, and so they did.

"I brought us crosswords, it's gonna be super duper fun. " He stated proudly, pulling it out from his bag. "You're seventy eight years old. " Fang commented ironically.

"Whatever, you know damn well they're fun as hell. " He showed him a very very small middle finger then hid it instantly.

He opened up the first page and then bent down from his seat to take out a pen, which he then used to fill out the question. He did that for a few minutes, having no issues whatsoever.

The chinese felt himself being nudged in the arm repeatedly. "What?" Fang asked, taking off his headphones and turning to the boy. "Female voice in a choir. Three letters. " He pointed to the question with his pen.

"You're seriously solving it?? Uhhh, I don't know, alt maybe?" The blue haired boy smiled thought, shrugging. "Damn, you're right, thanks love. " He gave him a thumbs up then got back to solving the crossword.

"What did you call me??" The chinese asked, confused. "Nothin' much innit x thank ya for the help loves xx" He replied, still very much locked in into solving the thing.

"Wanna watch a movie or something? I'm bored. " The chinese offered. "I told you to solve with me. " He made a scolding gesture with his finger. "Fine.. Oh, the lake in Tanzania is called Sulunga. " The long haired man pointed to the paper.

"Thanks dude. " He filled it out. Turns out Fang actually got really invested into solving a few pages, but after they got to page 20 they decided to take a break.

"What time is it? How much longer?" The chinese asked, sighing. "About an hour. Also, would you wanna go out tonight or do we stay in our hotel for today and just go walk around tomorrow?" He made sure.

"We could peek around the surrounding area, but just not too much. " Fang answered, putting his headphones on, and lying his head on the man's shoulder, serving as a better pillow. 🤑

After some more time has passed he nudged the chinese in the head a little. "Man, wake up, we got like, uhh... 10 minutes before the arrival. " He informed him, packing his stuff back into the backpack.

"Ah, alright. " He said a little sleepily, then started to do so as well. They spent the time just talking, until the train came to a stop. They picked up their luggage and wandered off towards the exit, the now cooled down air being refreshing on their lungs.

"Uhhh, do you wanna go by foot or do we take a taxi?" He asked, stopping still at the station. "Depends on how far away is it from here. " The chinese answered, shrugging.

"Uhhh.." He took his phone out of his pocket to check. "It's two kilometers away, I think we can make the walk, yeah?" He made sure.

"Mhm!" Fang nodded excitedly. He took his suitcase in hand and went down the stairs under the platform. They made their way to the main building of the station, taking a quick break to get some food.

"Is there a point in going to mcdonald's if my mom made us food?" Fang asked, confused. He thought for a second. "Damn, you're right. Wait dude, fuck!! We forgot to text them that we're alive, please text your parents, they'll kill me, they are probably hanging up missing posters of you right now!!" He remembered suddenly.

"Fuck!! Yeah.." The chinese flinched, then took his phone out and started typing out a message as to why he has not sent an update throughout the ride and now from here, Buster doing similarly to his grandma.

After they finally got a grasp they got moving. "So, navigate, where do we go now?" The blue haired boy told him, following him blindly. "Nah man, if I'm honest I'm shit with maps, and it's already almost dark. " He shrugged, glancing at the map on his phone.

"Give me that. If we try together it should be easier. " The chinese ripped the phone out of his hand to see. "Uhhhh.. nevermind, let's just walk in a random ass direction and see if it changes accordingly. " Fang offered.

Having no better method, and being too cheap to call a cab they wandered on the streets of a city they've never been to, the walk taking them way longer than it should.

"Holy shit man, I think that's it. " Buster looked up from his phone to make sure. They walked in and approached the reception, at which nobody was to be seen.

There were two options - either they were too late, and nobody was going to check them in until morning, or the receptionist just went on a break.

He looked at Fang, expression unreadable, to which the boy looked back with a very similar face. "Uhhh, do we wait or what?" The chinese questioned.

"I mean.. I say we wait for five minutes, if nobody comes out we call the hotel, and if nobody picks up then we take a nap on the couches until morning or until we get kicked out being mistaken for hobos. " He shrugged, clueless.

To their luck a lady soon appeared. "Good evening, sorry to keep you waiting. " She said, getting behind the counter. "Good evening, I have a reservation. " He stated clearly.

"Alright, first six digits of your phone number please. " She asked. "Uhhh, five oh nine, six three five." He told her. "Alright, here are your keys, the room is at the third floor. " She informed them, handing him the keys and pointing to where the elevators were.

"Damn dude, at first glance, I must say this hotel seems nice as fuck. " Fang commented softly, making his way to the lift along the boy. "Yeah, my princess is not sleeping at some brothel. " He stated very proudly.

They walked into the elevator and he clicked the button with the number 3 on it, making a very smart observation that it must lead to the third floor. 💯💯

A quick ride later and they got to their floor, to which they got out. "What number is our room?" The blue haired boy asked. "What do you mean 'ours'?" He asked with a confused expression.

"Uhh.." The chinese was just as confused. "I got the room only for myself, then I felt bad and also got you one, yours is at ground zero I think. " He shrugged, looking away and flipping the keys around in his hand.

"Dude what?? Are you serious??" Fang asked, looking a little disappointed. "Fuck no, I'm kidding around🤑. Look for room 315." He giggled, starting to walk once again. "You are not funny!!" The chinese commented, very unpleased with how distasteful the joke was. 😪

After walking through what felt like a maze they managed to find the room. "You do the honors. " He handed him the keys, to which he just received a certain look.

Fang opened the door and walked in, from what the ginger could quickly observe he seemed happy. "Man, this looks like a five star hotel!! How much did you pay for this??" The boy asked, stunned.

"You do not ask a man his salary. But to your knowledge it is in fact not five stars, I just know how to find them cheap and good. " He informed him very proudly, walking in.

"Like your whores. " Fang chuckled, striking back after the devious but devastating joke Buster had previously made. "Way to talk about yourself!!" He moved his finger around in a disciplinary manner.

"Those who know + the german stare + balkan rage + adrenaline + noradrenaline" The chinese replied, strolling his luggage further into the pretty spacious room.

"Wanna just leave our stuff and go walk around or do we rest for a second?" He asked, sitting on the part of the bed that had been covered with a blanket so that he wouldn't get into the bed in his outside clothes.

"I say we rest for a while, then maybe in an hour we take a quick walk. " Fang proposed. "Alright, then just change your bottoms and I give you permission to lay in the bed. " He informed him.

"Wow.. so unsanitary of you.. the back of the shirt I'm wearing has been pressed to the train chair on which a homeless man might've sat.. or a kid has thrown up on it.. Hmm???? I didn't know you were so trashy. " The chinese mocked the guy's obsession😒.

"Whatever, you wouldn't get it. And thank you for bringing it to my notice, if you wanna lay down then you need to fully change, and I'm not letting your dirty ass into pajamas without showering. " He replied, agitated #cleaninessking

"Let's go for the walk now, then. I wanna rest. " Fang stated, crossing his arms. "Alright, your trip dude. " He shrugged, picking up the keys and walking up to the door.

The boy hurried up to him and left along. They walk through the hallway, getting to the elevator. "Wanna get anything from the shop?" He asked, waiting for the lift to arrive.

"Uhhh, no, you?" The chinese answered. "Aiight, I don't want anything. " The elevator's doors opened and they went in, Fang being the first to click the 0 button, causing his ego to skyrocket🤑.

They soon left the hotel, being greeted with a nightly breeze. "Can we make it quick? I'm cold as fuck. " The blur haired boy said, shivering after just two seconds cuz he's a pussy.

"Uhhhh.." He thought for a second, the gears in his poor little mind twisting. "A jacket for my beautiful lady. " He joked, handing him his hoodie, truly a gentleman.

"Thanks. " Fang thanked him, strolling along. He made his way around the corner, trying to make something out of the street lit dimly by the lanterns.

"Buster.." The chinese started, voice very overexaggerated. "Yeah??" He asked, continuing to walk. "Nobody knows us here, can you take my hand pleaseeeeeee.." Fang requested, begging.

"Okay, what if a big ass dude comes outta the corner and beats the shit out of us for being fags??" He questioned. "You're too paranoid. " The blue haired boy nudged his hand a little, hoping to finally get his corny cheesy moment💏💏🦬🦬.

"You only get to do that with nobody around us, I don't wanna be beaten up. " He shook his finger, then grabbed the other's hand reluctantly, in the inside being afraid to admit it was indeed enjoyable.

They got to go near a river, the silence interrupted by an occasional chirping of a cricket. They walked around the area, not wanting to go too far away, and after about 20 minutes decided to head back.

This time upon entering the reception truly was empty and the lights were set on a very dim lighting, barely giving any light. They chose the stairs, not wanting to be like the americans. #kings🔥🔥🤫

When they finally made it to the room's doorstep Buster's hand fiddled around his pocket, desperate to find his keys. A stomach-dropping sensation came over him as he still couldn't feel anything out.

"Fuck dude, I think I lost our keys. " He turned around to look at the boy. The chinese grinned and put them into the door, twisting the lock. "You took them out of my pocket?? This is not romania!!"

(for certain reasons this is a joek... please amercians do not get offended my romanian friend sakd this joke is oka nd hes actually the represented of the whole country so i can say that🤫)

"No!! You dropped them some time ago you dumb fuck. I picked them up." The asian stated proudly, entering the room. He just sighed and walked behind him, shutting the door and locking it.

"Imma go shower now, is that alright?" Fang asked him, unzipping his suitcase and pausing. "Yeah, I'll wait, go ahead. " He nodded, so the other continued on rummaging through the stuff he brought to finally take his pajama out.

Once the door to the bathroom shut he took a seat on a chair randomly standing in the room, then started scrolling through his social media, quickly abandoning it for the sake of crosswords though.

A few minutes later the boy had returned. "Alright, your turn or you can't get into bed. " The long haired boy informed him proudly, then getting under the covers.

"Alright.." He answered and kneeled above his luggage, also searching for his pajamas. "You had like 7 minutes to do this, seriously. " Fang complained, looking at him while he unpacked himself.

"Yeah but I was trying to find out what is the capital of subcarpathia for my crossword. " He explained, getting his clothes out. He left for the bathroom deciding to speedrun washing himself🤫👊👊.

He left about five minutes later, body AND teeth cleaned. 🔥🔥"I didn't see your toothbrush, are you staying in your suitcase for the trip?" He asked, joining the man in the bed.

"Oh nah, I haven't washed my teeth yet. But yeah, I'm staying in the suitcase, no point if we are here for two days dude. " The asian informed him. "That's kinda smart. Here, just chew this gum and you don't need to brush your teeth at all🤑" He handed him a pack of orbit apparently out of nowhere.

"Why do you have the whole grandpa kit?? Crosswords, chewing gum, and beer. You still have like fifty years until that shit. " Fang asked jokingly.

"Oh, about the last one!!" He raised his finger and got out from under the covers to take something out of his backpack. He soon shook two cans of žatecký in his hands. "Look what I got us!!" He brought it over to the boy.

"Naw, not fucking žatecký.. Any other beer is on the market!!" The chinese complained, sighing. "Alright, Imma drink those myself then. " He told him, getting into bed, setting the beer on his nightstand and opening the first one.

"No, no, no!! No beer is going to get wasted on you, give me that.." The blue haired boy towered over him to reach the can. "So suddenly you like it when I decide to drink it myself??" He asked pretentiously.

"Yeah." The chinese nodded proudly, then very very much relaxed when he felt the relieving click of an opened can. "Fuck you dude.." He sighed, leaning over the floor with his body on the bed, so that none of the precious covers would get stained.

"I finished, do you have another one??" Fang asked. "Dude, what?? You have no chill. And no, I only bought two. You're going to have to make the walk to the corner store if you want another one. " He turned around in confusion as to how the man had managed to down his one so quickly.

He returned to staring at the can in his hand, soon feeling the guy leave the bed. He figured he went to throw the one left after his beer to the trash, so in the meantime he attempted to drink it quicker.

"What time is it?" He asked when the chinese has returned. "Uhhh.. 10PM. " Fang informed him, picking up his phone to check. "Normally I would've said it's early, but if we wanna see the city we need to get up earlier tomorrow. Maybe we stay up for another what, half an hour?" He offered, taking the last sip.

"Sure, what time do I set the alarm for?" The asian asked, suddenly remembering to update his mother that after those two hours he is still alive. "Uhh, 7:30AM, the breakfast at this hotel is at 8. " He told him, getting up to go to the bathroom and throw the can out.

He returned to see the boy typing frantically on his phone. "What's up??" He asked, leaning over him to check what was getting him so frustrated. "My mom is typing out an argument because I texted her two hours later and not one. " The long haired boy sighed.

"I've gone over this way too many times, just type some shit like 'you're right, sorry, I should've notified you, I'm going to sleep now, I'll text you in the morning. ' At least that's what usually worked for me. " He recommended him, patting him on the shoulder.

He laid back on the pillow, seeing the asian type something out then shut his phone off. "So, what's the plan for tomorrow?" He asked, curiously. "Uhhh, well.." Fang started.

"Wait, can you turn this fucking light off, it's burning my retinas away. You're closer to it. " He interrupted him, covering his eyes after turning on his back and noticing how bright they shone.

"Anything for my amazing beautiful faggoty autistic prince. " The chinese got up and flipped the switch, then returned to bed. "Alright, so I was thinking we could just walk around the main square, and maybe visit some historical sightings if it's given?" The blue haired boy offered.

"Mhm, your pick. There's a museum around here, if you'd like that. " He told him, moving closer, aching for the contact he just had moments ago😪. "Sure, I suppose it's just better to plan from the go tomorrow. " The chinese told him.

"Yeah, sorry dude, I'm tired as fuck, I'm going to sleep, you can stay up some more if you want. " He informed him, stretching to turn his nightlight off. "Naw, I think Imma hit the hay too. " Fang told him.

"A'ight, goodnight, sweet dreams my lovely wife👅👅" He told him, now in complete darkness after the asian turned his light off as well. He attempted to fall asleep, suddenly awakened when he managed to drift off a little.

"Did I do something wrong??" The chinese whispered, nudging him. "Dude, what?" He turned to face him despite the darkness, confused. "Why are you not hugging me to sleep??" The long haired boy asked, genuinely hurt😪.

"Damn, sorry, I figured you didn't want to. " He shrugged, then wrapped a hand around the boy. "Thanks man, this is very epic, you know.." The asian informed him, filling him with pride.

"I am very, very glad, trust me... Epic is the biggest compliment you can give.." He explained, squeezing him a little. "I know, that's why I said it!!" Fang told him.

"Alright man, we need to stop talking and go to sleep.." He suggested, his eyelids feeling like they've gained a lot of weight, as if shutting by themselves.

"Fine, goodnight then. " The chinese told him, then moving so he could lay his head on his chest. They fell asleep bla bla bla i need to wrap this shit up if i dont want this chapter to be 10k words long🈲🈲

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The next morning he was awaken by the alarm ringing out, getting up quickly almost as if it were a trauma response. He noticed the boy lying next to him come to his senses in a bit of a slower tempo, so he decided to get up and get ready.

A hand held him down as he attempted to walk off. "I'm cold as fuck dude, stay for a second, we got the whole day..." The chinese told him, tone very sleepy.

He decided that there are some sacrifices that need to be made for his beautiful stay at home wife, so per request he returned, albeit not without a sigh.

Fang clung onto him, as he just laid, staring at the ceiling. "You get five more minutes dude. " He told him in a softer tone, as to not sound alarming. The asian just nodded and returned to his ritual, seemingly moving further and further closer to him.

He frankly couldn't complain, lying in bed with his boyfriend did sound better than forcefully energizing himself splashing himself with cold water, so he remained like that for a moment.

After he felt like enough time has passed he nudged him to get up, while he did so too. Fang just remained in bed, yawning, as he got to the bathroom.

As planned, he got the water running and got some of it on his hands, then rubbed it into his face, serving as a great way to make himself more aware and refreshed.

He just did some general stuff like brushing his hair and teeth, not wanting to waste time on objectively useless stuff. He got out of the bathroom and returned to the boy.

"Come on dude, go get ready, I'll change in the meantime. " He gave him a hand to get up. The chinese just sighed then did as he was told, while he in the meantime went to put some pants and a shirt on.

He waited for the boy to return, and when he did he was pleasantly surprised to see him already dressed. "Alright, you ready to go get breakfast?" He made sure.

"Yeah. " To that he turned the keys that he left in the lock and opened the door, shoving them into his pocket then getting them out again after remembering he had to lock it back too.

They walked down the hallway, then down the stairs. They were greeted with a canteen that was yet to be filled with huge crowds, only a few people besides them deciding to enjoy their food early on.

They walked over to the buffet and picked out the food they wanted, then sat down at one of the empty tables. They spent their time discussing their plans for the day more in-depth.

After they had finished eating they walked up to the canteen window and left the empty plates and cups, quickly returning to where the elevators were. They went up to the third floor, made their way through the hallway all the way up to their room.

"Alright man, pack in the stuff you want in your backpack and get the useless ones out, I think we will be back when the sun will be already going down. " He informed him, walking back into the room.

Fang nodded and walked over to where he had left his backpack, then started rummaging through it. He soon did the same, throwing out some empty wrappers and other stuff that he wouldn't put to a use.

A bit of preparation later and he was ready. "You good to go?" He made sure, turning to face the boy. "Yeah. " The asian nodded again, then walked up to the door.

He unlocked it and let him out, then shoved the keys deep into one of the pockets of the backpack after locking the door. They made their way down the stairs then walked by reception, to soon be found by the main entrance.

"So what first?" He asked, once they were finally outside. "Hmm.. I suppose we just go to the city centre first, and then we decide about the sequence from there. " The blue haired boy responded.

He took his phone out to check the nearby bus routes, hoping to cheap out on transport and spend a few coins on tickets instead of paying big for a taxi.

He started to walk towards the nearest bus stop he found, grateful for yesterday's walk, because it made it slightly easier to get to it. Fang strolled along him, unsure of where exactly he was leading him.

"I bought us tickets in an app. " He stated, once they had reached the bus stop. "Alright, cool. Hey, do you think their buses look different from ours?" The asian asked curiously.

"Uhh, Ion know, I suppose we're about to find out. " He shrugged. "What number is the line we're supposed to go with?" The long haired boy made sure.

"Uhh.." He took his phone out to check. "46." He informed him after checking twice. The boy just nodded and started to look out for the bus to come.

A few minutes later it did indeed arrive, albeit they were a bit disappointed with how crowded it was. They got in and didn't even attempt to find a seat, scrapping the idea noticing t
he amount of people traveling in it.

After a twenty minute ride they arrived in the city centre, so they got out of the bus and attempted to find a bench they could sit on and discuss the order in which they would see stuff.

"Okay, so I think that we should go to that museum first, get a more serious thing off our minds, and then wander around to different shops. " He offered.

"Yeah, I'm for it. Where's the musem though?" The chinese asked. "Uhhh, a few streets away I believe. " He told him then got up, starting to head in it's direction with the help of his trusty phone.

A few minute walk and they had arrived at the place. He walked up to the front desk and paid for the tickets, handing one to Fang.

They entered the main hall and were greeted with WW2 relics, which Buster really liked, undeniably Fang too. He read all the text alongside the different displays, very interested.

"Dude, come check this. " The asian poked him on the shoulder, snickering. "What?" He asked, curiously. The blue haired boy then pointed to a painting of a man with very smal. and bt smal i mean. heh. his peanits.

"You're five years old. " He commented, shaking his head jokingly. "And you're seventy eight, you like little boys, you just said it!!" The chinese giggled. "Hell naw naw naw.. I don't even like you.." He pretended to walk away, as to symbolize the end of something.

They explored the rest of the museum, which frankly actually interested them, instead of being a bore as usual. They made their way out of the place, the sun hitting them in the eyes, given that an hour might've passed, and it was now further up.

"Dude!! A music store, let's go there!!" Fang pointed to a shop he had noticed just moments ago. He smiled and nodded, eager to visit. They crossed the road and opened up the door, the cashier greeting them.

As usual, they visited the CD section. "Pick yourself a few, it will be a souvenir, similarly to that one I bought you on that school trip. " The asian informed him, watching he browse through the different discs.

He nodded and smiled. "If you find anything you like I could get you one or two too. " He informed him. "Alright, very happy to. "

It took them a while to pick out what they wanted, but after some time they were finally ready to buy. Buster placed a CD on the counter, which the worker quickly scanned.

"That will be €5.." She said. The long haired quickly got his familiar hello kitty wallet out and handed her the money. After that he put the CD into his backpack, also taking out his wallet so that he could pay for Fang's ones.

"€12." She stated shortly after scanning the CD's that the chinese had picked out. He handed her the money, then waited for the boy to pack his ones up.

They left the store, much more happy, given that now they were walking around with the best albums ever released🔥🔥💯. "Hey man, where do you wanna go now? I found this more scenic route if you wanna take pictures. " He asked.

"Yeah!! That would be cool, thanks. " Fang replied, nodding happily. He checked his phone and then started to walk in the direction of where it lead them.

They walked through alleys of nice, late 19th century secesia-style buildings, typical for the city centres. They spent about an hour just walking around, exploring different streets, some with more modern architecture, some entirely built in the 70s, the asbestos and big plate buildings commissioned by the commies🤫.

After a while they got a little hungry, so they decided to go and visit a café. They found one nearby, so they decided to go in, hoping to get a nice semi-dessert.

They took a seat at one of the empty tables and took a look at the menu. The waitress soon came up to them. "Are you ready to order?" She asked.

"Uhh, yeah, I think. " He said, looking at Fang to check with him, who nodded in response. "Alright, what can I get for you??" She asked, pulling out her notebook.

"Mmm, just black tea for me. " He shrugged. "I would like a hot chocolate, please. " The chinese smiled. "Alright, I'll get them right away. " The worker walked off.

"Dude, it's almost may, and you're ordering hot chocolate?" He asked, hitting himself in the head to show Fang how dumb he was. "You wouldn't get it.. my sweet beautiful baby... my beloved... I need to fuck up a hot chocolate soooo bad..." The long haired boy dreamt.

"Jesus.." He sighed, waiting for their beverages to come. A few minutes later a different waiter had returned to hand them their drinks. "Tea?" The employee asked.

"For me. " He pointed at his side of the table. The man nodded and placed the cup in front of him, then gave the hot chocolate to Fang.

"Don't drink it!! You'll burn your tongue and then I'll have to hear you complain for the rest of the day. " He told him, noticing the dumbass was about to bring it to his lips. "Whatever.."

They spent some time there, not rushing it with the drinks, talking about various stuff in the meantime. After he finished his tea he made a gesture to the waiter so that he'd come over.

The worker as supposed to came over to their table. "Can I get the bill (debil😂🤣🤣😂🤣😂😂😂😂😂🤣😂dattebayo fellas) please?" He requested. "Yeah, sure. " The man nodded and walked away.

The employee approached them once again, a pin pad in hand. "Your total will be €8." The waiter informed him. He nodded and took his phone out to pay with it.

After he's done so he waiter thanked him and walked away. They got up and left, not wanting to waste much more time. They decided to still walk around and just take pictures of whatever they find cool, having nothing better to do, not wanting to spend money.

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It was nearing the evening, and they (their legs) were tired as fuck, but they had one more place to visit before returning to their hotel - THE PUB🤫🇭🇺🤫🔥

Buster quickly found the best one in the area on google, and then started to lead the chinese towards it. It took them a few minutes to get there, but when they finally did it was very rewarding.

They took a seat at the counter, on those epic ass high chairs. "I think we shouldn't get too drunk, dude. We get a beer and leave, yeah?" He offered. "Yeah, no point in being hungover on the way home. " The asian nodded.

"Two beers please. " He asked the barman who walked up to them. "0.5l ones??" The worker made sure. "Yeah. " He nodded, resting his head against his palm. "Can you show me your ID's? Don't want no legal trouble over here. " The employee requested.

He nodded and took his one from his backpack, then handed it to the man, who examined it, nodded then gave it back to him. He waited for the asian to do the same, so that they coulf get that good yummy delicious beer.

A minute later the two big mugs were placed in front of them. He thanked the man and took a sip. "Dude, this is soooo fucking good.." He told Fang, very amused.

The boy held up his finger to signal to give him a moment, and took a sip himself. "Bro, you’re sooooo right.." The chinese answered, wiping his mouth, then returning to drink non stop for ten seconds.

He decided to do the same, not wanting to let that beautiful amazing wonderful tasteful invention be wasted. After about five minutes the thing was finished, so they left the money on the counter, then walked out of the place.

"So we’re leaving to the hotel now, yeah?" He asked, making sure. "Yeah, find us a bus or shit. " The asian nodded. He took his phone out and looked up the nearby routes, having to once again figure out where the closest damned bus stop was.🙏

A bit of wandering around and they found it, he attempted to sit down on the bench next to it, but didn’t get the chance to, since surprisingly the bus appeared just seconds later.

"It’s like three minutes early, damn, I feel bad for the people that live here. " He said, checking the time in his phone. They got into the bus and actually managed to find two empty seats.

They spent their ride just talking shit about people they knew, almost missing their stop. They rushed out at the last moment, getting out.

"We need to be more aware of our surroundings dude.." He commented, walking to where their hotel was. "Yeah man, half bad when it’s in our city, but here we would’ve had a problem." Fang replied, agreeing.

The hotel was only a short walk away, so they quickly arrived at the place. They only realized how late it was when they returned to the same scenario as before - nobody in sight and dimmed lights.

They took the stairs, wanting to get that last workout of the day. They made it to the room’s door and Buster took out the keys to open it, those not being stolen by Fang this time.

"Alright man, Imma go shower and then hit the hay, we have the train at 10AM tomorrow." He informed him, taking the pajamas he left on the side of the bed and entering the bathroom.

"Sure. " The chinese nodded tiredly. He returned from the shower only a few minutes later and immediately laid himself on the bed, the other going to do the same.

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The next morning Buster once again was suddenly startled by an alarm, this one less pleasant than the last time - now it signified that today they were going home, and tomorrow they return to school.

He anticipated for the alarm to be turned off soon but to no avail, so he finally opened his dull eyes to look around. The phone laid on the opposite side of the bed, to which neither of them really had access to, given that Fang forced him to move onto the very edge of the bed.

"Dude, for the love of god, please turn this shit off.." He begged, looking at the boy lying next to him, their faces apart only by a few centimeters. "Mmm.." The chinese growled, not even willing to lift his eyelids up.

"It's hurting me dude. Too many stimuli going on at once, I want to kill myself. " He told him, patting him on the head a little, maybe to soothe him, maybe to manipulate him into turning it off.

The boy groaned again, to which he had to quickly think, given that he felt like going insane any given moment now. "If you turn it off you get five more minutes. " He offered, hoping for that damn sound to get interrupted soon. 🙏

"Fine. " The asian agreed, then lazily rolled himself across the mattress to reach the phone. All it required was him to make one simple click, yet he kept resisting for so long.

"Thank you. " He sighed, covering his face with his hands for a second. To his surprise, which frankly he could've expected, Fang scooted very close to him, embracing him across the chest dearly.

"Do you want me to wake you up when I get ready? This way you can sleep for a bit more?" He offered, glancing at him. "Nooooo... Dude, stay, please." The chinese requested, face buried in his chest right now.

"You got nice boobs. Almost like a female. " The blue haired man commented after a second. "So I'm worse than a girl??" He sighed, hinting at irony throughout the tone used.

"No.. You are better, your tits are better too, you know..." The asian told him, again moving around and changing his position, finding a way to still be entangled.

"As if you've ever touched tits. " He chuckled, caressing the guy's back. "I did, trust me.." Fang stated, squeezing him heavily. "Yeah? What was her name? You never told me you had anybody. " He asked, genuinely curious.

"Her name was uhhh.... it was a very beautiful girl, I really liked her, her name reflected her beauty.." The asian explained. "So what was it?" He questioned.

"Okay, but you will never get to imagine her true beauty just based off the name. Her name was Buster.." The blue haired boy told him, his smile sensible.

"Wow, I think I heard about her a thing or two.. Apparently she is super duper smart and sexy and cool and most importantly epic. Oh, her boyfriend is nice too, I guess..." He joked.

"Wait, dude, hold on, circle back for a second, did you have anybody before me??" Fang interrupted their very nice conversation. "Mmm.." He was unsure of what to reply.

"Well, nah, you were kinda my first everything, dude. " He shrugged, looking away. "And proud!!" The long haired man stated, getting up, this time he laid his head on the other's shoulder, but his face was facing up.

"Why are you so touchy today??" He asked, a bit confused to the guy's doings. "Because I like youuuu.." The chinese smiled, fluttering his eyelashes in an overexaggerated manner.

He sighed, remembering that they in fact did not have the whole day. "Man, we need to get up, you always take so long to get anything done, if we spend at least a minute more like this the train will soon leave without us. " He informed him, not so happy with those facts himself.

The guy nodded, although didn't get up yet, knowing Buster will be the first one to do so. He stood up, shivering upon leaving the comfort of the bedsheets, then went to the bathroom.

He got under the shower and went to shower his hair which was now too oily for him to go out anywhere. After he left the shower he realized he forgot to bring the clothes to change into.

He wrapped himself in the towel and entered the room quickly, so that he could get his clothes out. "Your hair looks so pretty when wet. " Fang murmured from the bed, observing him.

"Thanks. " He shrugged then ran back to the bathroom. After changing into the clothes he decided to do a thing he rather doesn't do often - use some actual product on his hair so that his beautiful and epic curls would come out. 🙏🔥

While he was trying to get his hair under control he heard the door open, which confused him a little. "Imma go shower. " Fang told him, going past him. "I'm not done. " He informed him, looking at him weirdly.

"Nah, go on, just pretend I'm not here. " The chinese convinced him, at this point no going back since he was undressing. 🙏😪

He looked away, even though he had seen him in this certain state already, but decided not to invade his privacy, just in case. It was a bit annoying, because now he couldn't look in the mirror and actually get to see how his hair was doing, but whatever makes his princess happy.

"Buster. " He heard the boy say, so he turned around, covering his eyes with his hands to let him know he is not taking a peak. "Jesus christ, stop being a child, you have seen me naked before. " The blue haired man complained, clearly needing something very important on god bro.

He sighed and looked, although he still felt a little flustered. "Yeah? What did you want?" He asked, secretly kinda admiring the other's body🤫🤫. "Come here, I need you to give me a hand with something.."

His eyebrows furrowed, confused as to what possibly could the man want. "This is the closest I'm getting, I am not getting my clothes wet. " He informed him, standing in front of the glass door.

The asian sighed and shook his head, then pushed the door a little, so it would open just slightly. He was still unaware of what da hell was going on, so he just stood there.

He felt an arm on his shoulder, pulling him a little closer. His head went a little past the glass, submitting to the push of the other's arm.

"What did you want?? I don't got all day, those lucious locs aren't going to be taken care of by themselves. " He questioned, the unpleasant feeling of wet air greeting his face.

He felt himself suddenly pulled into a kiss, to which he froze for a second surprised. "Bro, what got your freak on??" He asked jokingly. "You piss me off.." Fang groaned, yet quickly cupped his cheeks again.

"Where are you going with this?" He asked, unsure whether he will ever taste freedom again. "Something epic.." The man smiled, kissing him again, now with a stronger force.

The kiss lasted for a few-teen seconds, then they pulled apart, given that the steam made it a bit harder to breathe. "No wonder you smell so fucking bad if this is what you do instead of showering. " He commented.

"Yes, exactly, I make out with the wall everytime pretending it's you. " The chinese replied, sighing. To that he just slowly retracted, wanting to finally finish doing shit to his hair, although he really appreciated a break like this🤫🤫.

About two minutes later the long haired boy finally got out of the shower, although it wasn't as handy this time, given that the space in the bathroom was limited.

"Wait, let me get out for you. " He said, attempting to leave the room. "Nah, you can stay, I don't mind. " The asian informed him, ruffling his hair against the towel.

"Wait, dude, we forgot to steal those little free bottles from under the shower. " He suddenly remembered, the nature of a true easternman getting in his genes. The man just sighed, then let him go past him so that he could reach the shower.

He picked up the bottles, and then dried them with the towel that hung on the wall, wanting to be able to pack it into his suitcase without getting everything else surrounding it wet.

He left the bathroom and opened up his suitcase, then put them in, suddenly remembering he forgot to pack the bag in which he had his bathroom products.

He re-entered the bathroom, picking up his toothbrush then closing a protective plastic around it, following along with his toothpaste and all the other stuff he used for his hair and face.

He placed them on the coffee table, while he went to find the bag. After he had done so he threw the cosmetics into it, closed it, then shoved it into the bag.

He looked around the room, wanting to make sure he got everything packed, and that he wouldn't leave anything behind. He had to convince himself about it over and over for two minutes, but it did indeed work.

He noticed the boy leave the room, hair now mostly dry and changed into his everyday clothes. "I'm not sure if I'll get to thank you for this later, so Imma do it now. " Fang informed him, approaching him.

"Seriously man, big big respect and thanks for taking me here.. I really don't know how to pay you back for this and it will probably bite on me for quite a while, but it's just a stamp of my gratitude. " The blue haired boy continued, wrapping him in a hug.

"You don't need to thank for a birthday present, do you?" He asked, happily returning the embrace. "Naw dude, but this is like, big, you know?" The chinese told him, grabbing him by the shoulders with his hands.

"Well, uhh, you're welcome then. I would say we need to hurry up, since the breakfast has already started, and I don't want nutella to be gone when we get down there. " He said, giving him a smile.

The asian just nodded then went to put his shoes on. He followed after him, getting his amazing fila x adidas x nike collab flip flops, all original from the bazar for the sheer price of 2€🔥🔥

He grabbed the key and opened the door, heading down the stairs, the guy walking alongside him. They entered the lobby, in which as expected, more people than yesterday have already sat.

He approached the buffet section, grabbing a few pieces of bread and thoroughly covering them with his beloved nutella, then getting a tea. The chinese followed, getting a big of a different meal.

This time they attempted not to fuck around and just eat it pretty quickly, wanting extra time before the train, just in case. He brought the plates over to the window, then went straight to the elevators.

They soon entered their room, which they inspected for any left over items. After making sure they laid down one last time, having just a bit of time left before they had to head out.

"Wait, just if I was to take you on another trip someday, may you tell me what were some downsides of this one? Anything missing, you know?? I need feedback. " He asked.

"Uhhh... no, not really. One thing, actually. " The boy smirked suspiciously. "What is it?" He questioned. "You know what hotels are for.." The asian argued, although he giggled a little.

"Who got your fucking freak on!!" He asked, having to endure this behavior for the 100th time this day. "You should appreciate this, many would. " Fang told him, smiling.

"Yeah, yeah, sure. " He smirked, looking up at his fingers in the air. "How much time we got left? " The chinese asked, embracing him in the meantime. "Uhhh.. Fuck!! Dude, we got like an hour and a half before the train leaves!!" His eyes widened, noticing the time.

"Alright, let's get going then, calm down. " The long haired boy patted his back as he got up. He scanned the room once again, wanting to fully be sure he didn't forget a thing.

If he hadn't tangled his legs in the cable of his charger he probably would've forgotten about it, and since they're pretty expensive he decided that it was worth the fall.

He packed it into his backpack, which now seemed a bit empty without some prepared food. "Dude, don't forget your charger. " He mumbled, going through the stuff in his bag.

"Ah!! Thank you for reminding me. " The asian thanked him, then reached down to rip his out of the contact. "Alright, you truly got everything?" He made sure, putting his backpack on his shoulder.

"Yeah, I think so. " Fang nodded, getting his suitcase up, then extending the handle. "So we're ready to leave, yeah?" He reached down to get his suitcase, then grabbed the keys that laid on the now empty table.

"Yeah. " The chinese nodded then gave way for him to open the door. He put the keys into the lock and opened the door for the last time, stepping aside to let the boy out. He locked the door, then started heading in the direction of the elevators.

"Hey man, I was wondering, are we driving or walking back to the train station?" The long haired boy asked, clicking the button in the lift. "I was thinking we take a bus to save some time, but we can walk if you want. " He informed him, checking himself out in the mirror in the meantime.

"Nah, not with this luggage. " The asian shook his head, then walked out the elevator once it's doors have opened. He followed after him, soon approaching the reception.

"We're signing out. " He informed the lady behind the desk, placing the keys on the counter. "Alright.. Room number three one five.." She examined the key and typed something into the computer.

"Alright, you're all set, thank you for staying. " She smiled, hiding the key in one of the drawers. "Goodbye. " He told her, opening the door for Fang first🙏🙏.

"If we're going by bus you need to give me a second, I need to check the line number.." He got this phone out of his pocket, then started to type in some stuff.

"It leaves in three minutes, let's go. " He informed him after making sure two times, then started to head in the direction of the bus stop.

They made their way there and soon enough the bus had arrived. They got into it, taking a seat with a lot of leg room so that they could actually get their suitcases along with them.

"Man, don't you think it's taking a weird route compared to the one we walked with?" The chinese asked, confused, looking out the window.

"Maybe it's just going through a different path?" He suggested, shrugging. "I don't know dude. Did you check two times?" Fang questioned, and to that he nodded. "I suppose there's no arguing with that.." The long haired boy sighed.

Some time later, they still haven't arrived. "Dude, seriously, I beg you to check another time. I think we're on the edge of the city, look around. " The blue haired man stated, eyebrows furrowed.

"Alright, whatever you say.." He responded, then got his phone out. He remained silent for a second, frozen in place. "..Anddd??" The asian questioned, looking at him puzzled.

"We got into the wrong fucking bus. " He frowned, a bit of terror in his eyes. "Then let's get out!! What are you waiting for??" The long haired man exclaimed, getting up.

He left the seat he was sitting in and approached the door, the other standing next to him. "I can't believe you managed to fuck this up. " Fang sighed, walking out the door once the vehicle came to a stop.

"I'm sorry dude, seriously!! I wanted this to be nice, but I cannot do much without fucking up. " He frowned a little, taking a seat at a bench. "Look, I'm not angry, just.. Come on man!!" The chinese explained, sighing.

"Okay, now actually for sure, we got a bus to the train station in about seven minutes. You can check on the timetable if you wanna make sure. " He looked up from above his phone. "Okay, what's the number?" The long haired boy asked.

"Thirty seven. " He informed him, shoving his phone back into the pocket. He observed as the man approached the sign with the timetable, then trace the route along with his finger.

The chinese soon returned to sit next to him, surprising him with lying his head on his shoulder. (whicj was a good surprise cus it meant he wasnt mad🤫🤫) He snuck his arm behind his back and placed his hand on the guy's arm.

"I'm soooo sleepy dude.." The asian spoke tiredly. "Does the ancient chinese bro method not work anymore??" He joked. "Naw man, not like that.. Like I'm not tired, but my brain is fucking up near you, you know.."

"Damn, really?? I bore you so bad??" He asked, chuckling. "You know damn well that's not what I mean. But trust me, it means good dude, I can't really sleep alone, so you help me. " The boy nudged him in the ribs.

"I would hope so. " He smiled, then looked around, checking out the street they were left on. "Wake me up when the bus arrives. " The chinese requested. "You're dumb as fuck, don't wake up, it's gonna be here in like what, four minutes?" He requested.

"Fine.." The long haired boy sighed, leaning into him even more. "Wait, off another topic, but what should I wear to that dinner you and your mom invited me on??" He questioned, doing so now, fearing that he might forget later.

"Oh, well, if it isn't an issue you'd need to put on something more classy. But not like 'my daddy owns a hotel' classy, just you know, something nice, like a white shirt and stuff, the typa shit you'd wear to a school assembly. " The asian explained, shrugging.

"Alright, thank you, it's stressing me out a little. " He confessed, sighing. "Nah man, my mom made sure only to invite people who are okay with all that.. trust me the four of us would've gotten brutally murdered if my parents just invited anybody. " Fang explained.

"I take your word for this. " He stated. A bus approaching in the distance caught his eye, so he quickly peeked over to check whether it was the right one, or some other one.

"A'ight man, grab your suitcase, our bus is coming. " He ordered, getting up. As the vehicles doors opened he entered, the man following along. They decided to just stand instead of sitting, not wanting to cause themselves more trouble.

Instead of engaging in a conversation like they usually do, this time they decided to focus more on where they were going, given that they now had way less time.

Luckily, they weren't too far away from where the bus station was, so only a ten minute ride granted them the arrival at the place. They left the bus, now a bit more hurriedly, and walked up to the timetables.

"Okay, platform 7, let's go dude!!" Buster read off the screen, then grabbed his luggage even tighter and started to jog in the direction of where the platform was marked.

They made their way through the crowds of people to finally be met with the stairs, which were the biggest trouble, having to go up them while carrying around a suitcase.

He walked up them, lifting the whole thing up so that it would be quicker. Once at the top he waited for the boy to catch up to him, then walked in the direction of one of the workers near the door.

He gave his suitcase to the chinese for a second, so that he could take out the tickets in the meantime. He handed them to the woman, who quickly scalped them and gave them back, letting them in.

He grabbed his suitcase back and then glanced at the ticket in his other hand. "Okay, uhh, we got F3 and F4. " He sighed, given that they had to walk through the whole train, since they were at the very beginning of it.

It was a little troublesome, their luggage stumbling upon people's feet from time to time, but they managed to find their seats. This time they got the opportunity to throw them in the bin above their heads, so that's what they did.

He sat down next to the window, the other taking a seat next to him. "Man, I'm really sorry for the fuck-up with the buses earlier. " He apologized once they sat down and got comfortable.

"No need to apologize, we got here on time, yeah?? Hold on, I gotta text my mom or she's gonna be pissed.." The asian responded, taking his phone out and typing out a message.

He did the same, letting his grandma know about what time he would be home. He soon felt the train start, to which he just leaned into the seat more, wanting to rest for a while.

A few moments later he felt something touch his hand, to which he directed his gaze to, then to Fang. He just sighed but gave him a smile, then took his hand, although a bit reluctantly.

"Man, I need to tell you something.." The chinese stated, which frankly scared him a little. "Hm? What is it?" He asked, hoping it wasn't anything bad.

"You know my super duper famous tiktok account??" The blue haired boy started, looking at him. "Yeah, it's got like 70 followers, what about it??" He questioned, now a bit more curiously rather than worriedly.

"Not anymore. I've been postin' dude.. I got like 10K.. The girls love me.." The asian giggled. "Really?? I don't believe it, who would want you??" He joked, although a bit surprised.

"Yeah, I even got a fanpage, man. Let me show you, it's funny as fuck.." The man pulled his phone out, then typed something in. "They even made a ship edit. " The long haired boy chuckled. "With who?? Hell naw, hell naw, hell nanananananananannaanananaw...." He asked, eyebrows furrowing.

"Do not worry, it's with you, look. " Fang snorted, clicking something. "Where da fuck would they get footage of me??" He questioned, very confused. "From that freaky ass story, and more of them, and some videos I just randomly took and posted. " The asian shrugged.

He glanced at the man's phone, to see a very very shitty ass edit made in cute cut which looked like a gacha life animation meme. "Bro what da hell is this😭😭" He laughed, watching the video.

"There's more!!" The chinese giggled, scrolling, then showing him another video. He laughed again and then took the phone out of his hands, then repeatedly clicking on the screen to show how much he loved it❤️❤️.

He opened the comment section, quickly writing 'wiw fag🥺🥺🥺it🇬🇱🇬🇱✅✅✅' then posted it, hiding the comment section once the guy looked over. "Do you really still post those thirst traps??" He asked, chuckling.

"Yeah, and they like it.. But if you're mad or shit we can record a super duper amazing video that will get all the ladies away from me. " The chinese told him.

"Nah, I'm not openly announcing that I'm a faggot on the internet. " He shook his finger. "Naw, man, it's like, uhh... encoded in it, you know?? Just a random ass shit post but wait.." The blue haired boy struggled to explain.

The guy just started to record random stuff from dumb angles, then moved to him. "And man, look, I got a vision.. We just stick our heads together and shit, subtle but speaks values.." The boy made a shushing gesture on his lips.

He just sighed, but was happy to be part of the video and also that he wouldn't have to worry about some girls thirsting over HIS boyfriend anymore🤫🤫🔥🔥

He just observed as the boy filmed, until he stopped for a second. "Wait, dude, hold on, imma film you again, you will be purr purr queen amazing beautiful serving ate bum bum dumpling. " The asian suggested.

"What would I do tho??" He asked, looking to his left. "Me. " Fang grinned, very happy about himself. "You are retarded. We are on public transport. " He sighed, joking.

"So you're saying there is a possibility that you would do that in a private space?" The blue haired boy fluttered his eyelashes ironically. "What???? I mean... uhhh... maybe... I suppose... perchance... slight slight possibility.." He showed a very small space with his finger to emphasize his point.

"Okay, anyway, dude, back to our plan to make the girls stop being the way they are or shit..." The chinese made a thinking gesture, continuing on what they had been doing.

"I can show them my pou. " He suggested happily. "Yes..." The asian nodded then directed the camera to his phone, recording while he fed him.

"Man, it needs something else.. like a clearer sign, you know.." The long haired boy thought. "Maybe just publish this one and we will see if anybody gives a fuck. " He shrugged, suggesting.

The man sitting next to him nodded, then quickly wrote a caption. Fang then shut off his phone, and laid back a little. "How much time left until we arrive?" The asian questioned.

"Uhhh, man, it's been like half an hour, don't get your hopes up, if you're bored and don't want to sleep we can watch minecraft parkour civilization. 🔥🔥" He offered, checking the time, then shrugging.

"Yes!!!! Please.." The blue haired guy begged at the mention of such an elite series. "Okay, we can watch one episode, a'ight??" He stated, pulling his phone out and then searching it up on youtube.

"Fine.." The chinese shrugged, getting ready to watch. He hit the play button and turned his phone vertical, so that it would be better to watch.

"Wait, imma get my headphones out, I'll give you one of them. " He said, noticing how they probably won't be able to hear a thing. He unzipped his backpack and quickly took out the cable, then plugged it into his phone.

He closed the bag and got one of the earphones in, giving the second one to the boy. As he started to play it once again he felt the chinese lay his head on his shoulder, which he couldn't complain about, but couldn't help but wonder how he wasn't uncomfortable, having the headphone squish into his ear.

They finished watching the first episode, and he shut his phone off. "Sorry dude, I think Imma take a nap, I'm tired as hell. " He informed him, unplugging the earphones and shoving his phone into the pocket of his pants.

"Ah, alright. " Fang nodded, acknowledging it. "Wait, let's just check the comments, I'm curious.." He suggested, talking about the video they had previously taken. The chinese nodded and clicked in the notifications tab.

"They're asking who is this diva." The blue haired boy informed him, reading the comments out. "What does that mean?? I'm not familiar with faggot slang. " He asked, confused a little.

"They are saying you're a DIVA💜" The chinese explained, shrugging. "Somebody called us fags.." The asian giggled. "Show.." He requested, peeking at the phone.

"Reply with, uhh.. okay, tell him to stream nieustanne tango by republika and you will #own him. " He made a suggestion. The guy nodded and typed something out.

"Okay, as I said, I'm gonna take a nap, but you can wake me up if you start drama or shit like that. " He explained, leaning back. "Busteeeerrrrrrr......??" The blue haired boy said with a hightened tone.

"What?" He asked, letting out a little sigh. "Can you move closer so I can lay on youuuuuuu.." The asian requested, chuckling a little. He nodded and scooted over closer to where the other sat.

The guy repeated what he had already done before, settling his head on his shoulder. He closed his eyes, attempting to draw out the noise surrounding him. To keep himself busy, he started to think of different scenarios.

Frankly, it wasn't anything too far drawn away from his reality when he was awake, this time those weren't tragic scenarios that were straight up impossible to happen, caused by overthinking, but just some stupid stories he made up on the spot.

Some time later he woke up, feeling a bit more rested. He straightened up his position a little, to which he felt Fang lift his head up.

"How'd you sleep??" The chinese asked, looking at him. "I mean, I'd say it was a pretty nice nap. " He shrugged, looking out the window. He checked the time, of which the result surprised him a little.

"Man, we should be there in like 10 minutes!! Why didn't you wake me up earlier??" He explained, eyebrows furrowing. "Nahhh, chill, the conductor announced that we're gonna be like half an hour late when you were asleep. " The blue haired boy informed him.

"You sure??" He questioned, frankly not recognizing his surroundings. "I mean yeah?? Still, if you're so paranoid about this we could get ready to get out now. " The asian said. "Naw, I believe you, it would be less natural for them to not have a delay. " He explained, shrugging.

"What do you wanna do now?? We still got like 40 minutes left. " The long haired man asked, looking at him. "Uhhh, I don't know, we could watch some more parkour civilization.. Ah!! Wait, show me the comments, I wanna see.." He suggested.

The guy opened up the app and started to scroll through the comment notifications. "Here, just read through them. " The chinese shrugged, handing him the phone.

He snorted a little, going through them. "Most of them are the same. " He stated, handing him the phone back. "Wanna do another one??" Fang offered.

"Yeahhhh.. something more epic and brave now...😈😈" He suggested, his mindset now changed a little. "Alright, what do you suggest?" The chinese asked, giving him a smile.

"I don't know man, it's your vision. " He shrugged. "Well, I don't know what you'd be comfortable with. " The asian stated.  "Anything. " He shrugged, but gave him a very certain look.

"I see.. Imma record it in a few minutes. " The guy told him, then repositioned himself, to have his body lean on the ginger's one, his legs uncomfortably swinging past the seat, risking that people would smear against them.

He observed him with his peripheral vision, noticing the man had taken his phone out. "What are ya watching?" He asked, turning his head to see better. "Uhhh.. Ion know, random as shit on youtube shorts. " The chinese shrugged, then looked up at him.

"Wait, I just remembered!! How's your sigma motivation page going?" He asked, then pulled out his hand so that he could softly caress his boyfriend's hair, very much aching to do so. 🤫

"Wait, let me show you.. Man am I getting popular. " The long haired boy told him, switching the app to instagram. "20K followers?? Damn, why have I not known that I am dating a star!!" He joked, slightly amused.

"I don't know, I figured you figured. " Fang answered, returning to his doomscroll. "Are you still posting on that account?" He questioned curiously. "Hell yeah!! Look at the post I made yesterday. " The boy said, handing him the phone.

"One who hasn't tested his friend's cum hasn't tasted an ounce of life. AnonymousFangoliniFaggotini Goats. " He read the text displayed on the screen, giggling. "Dude, people actually follow you for this shit??" He laughed, handing him the phone back.

"Yeah. They take my advice very seriously, I am like sensei wu. " The asian said, then suddenly entered the recording mode on tiktok. "Bro ready up we gon record🔥🔥" The blue haired boy instructed him.

He couldn't help but giggle a little watching the other record his dangling feet in his amazing popcorn socks first, then switch the camera to the selfie one.

If there were any uncertainties from the last video for the viewers, they were most likely blown away by now, given that most friends don't do all the weird ass shit they decided to record themselves doing.

"I will add an inspiring caption.." The asian informed him, typing out a big 'g' on the screen, then picking an audio from those videos where guys get oiled up and then the chiropractor starts squeezing their legs kr whatevrr the fuck goes on there.

"How much time left?" Fang questioned, putting his phone back into his pocket. "Mmm, like 20 minutes or so. Fuck, no, wait, look outside, the conductor is dumb, we're like 5 minutes away. " He stated, glancing out the window.

They got up and got their backpack on, then started to take the suitcases off the containers above, so that they could come over to the exit in piece.

Buster reached up to get Fang's one, then handed it to him, while he took his down. With his luggage now in hand he walked through the sectors, finally reaching one of the doors.

He noticed a few people waiting for the stop along them. It didn't take long for the train to stop, to which the doors soon opened and they got to walk out.

"A'ight, now the bus and we're finally going home, yeah?" He sighed with a bit of relief, walking down the stairs while holding his suitcase up, so it wouldn't stumble upon the steps.

"Mhm, although I'm kinda bummed 'bout coming back to school tomorrow. " The chinese stated, strolling alongside him. They walked under the tunnel connecting the different platforms, until they finally reached the main train station.

"Wanna get anything to eat? Drink?" He made sure, walking past the different locals. "Nah, my mom is gon make me some delicious sandwiches with tea when I come home. " Fang explained, dreamily.

He paused for a second, taking his phone out to check when and what bus do they have. "Uhh, alright man, let's hurry, we got 688 in like what, 3 minutes?" He told him, putting his phone away.

The guy nodded and resumed his walk, he soon doing the same. They made their way through the different people until they got outside to the bus station, walking up to the right one.

A lot of people stood around them, which made him fear that the bus might be crowded and they'll have to keep a really, really good eye on their luggage.

When the bus finally arrived he rushed in, hoping to be able to take a seat. Lucky for them, since it was the first stop it was completely empty, and they got to get a seat with the biggest leg space, which enabled them to put their suitcases down.

"Why is it so fucking loud here.." He leaned over to the boy to complain. "I don't know, but you needa cheer up, we got like what, ten, fifteen minutes left and we're free??" The asian encouraged him.

"I guess you're right.." He sighed, looking out the window. A few moments later he felt himself get nudged in the arm repeatedly. "What?" He turned to face the nagging guy.

"Look over there.." The chinese pointed to the beginning of the bus with his head. Once he spotted what the guy was talking about he snorted rather loudly.

"Hell nahhh.." He giggled, looking away. "Bro, she hasn't even stopped texting me!! It's been like six fucking months!!" Fang informed him, still chuckling a little.

In fact, in the front of the bus stood a girl, which had been nagging the chinese for the past few months, dressed in the most atrocious fit ever. 😭😭🙏🙏

"Have I shown you that poetry she wrote about my hair??" The asian questioned. "Yeah, and with that one I can agree, it is lucious and beautiful.." He stated, his expression shifting once he saw that the girl noticed them.

"Nahhhhhhh, she's coming towards us.." He sighed, getting ready to run away. "Wait.." The asian held him down for a second, making sure they weren't making an escape for nothing.

After Fang confirmed that he indeed will be forced to talk to her he got up from his seat, with which Buster followed along. It had seemed as if luck was on their side that day, because the stop they were on right now was only about five minutes away from the chinese's house.

As soon as the doors opened both of them walked out, starting to head in the direction of the guy's place. "Okay, uhh, I'm asking the last time. Anything I can improve?? Trip wise but cna be general. " He asked, his suitcase hitting each unequal brick on the sidewalk.

"No, genuinely, I am really grateful, probably the best trip I've been on. " The asian smiled genuinely, continuing to walk. "Are you sure?? You can be honest, because if you are, then the next one can be even better. " He suggested.

"Yeah bro, it was super duper epic. " They didn't even notice when they got to Fang's place. The ginger walked him up to the door while the other knocked, he was not leaving yet.

"Mannn.. Now I'll have to get used to being apart more often again. " He sighed. "I know..😪Truly a terrible fortune. But you know, uhh, we can talk later tomorrow, yeah? Let me know when you get home. " The blue haired man embraced him, letting his corny side come out🤫🤫.

Fang then lifted up his head a little higher and leaned in, giving him a sweet nice kiss. He embraced him in the waist, continuing on brushing his lips against the others. The door suddenly opened, which very much startled the both of them.

"Hello son, nice that you're back. " The guy's father greeted him, although a very certain expression was painted on his face. If the asian hasn't been blushing before he now definitely was, the action of being caught causing it, even though his father already knew.

"Uhh, I'll get going then. Goodbye Fang, goodbye sir.." He quickly turned around and grabbed his suitcase then walked away, almost sprinting.

Throughout his walk home he felt his phone get spammed by a bunch of messages. He pulled his phone curious to what it may be, although very much expected.

'j am. beinf lectutrd!!!! all fir fuguvjng tou ja. little kiss😡😡' one of the messages read. 'why😪😪' he responded, not sure why was he pampered which such an amount of messages.

A new message soon appeared. 'mt rnparengs s. say i jcnsanntot be openf witj homosexugk aotufn our neijnourhood or theyl. jil me' As far as he managed to get out of it he formed an answer to that, then sent it, shoving his phone back into his pocket, honestly wanting to be home as soon as possible, knowing texting was slowing him down.

A few minutes later he got home, to which he rang the door. He was greeted with a pair of hands, and a happy laugh. "Hello!! How was your trip?" His grandma asked, letting him inside.

"It was really nice, I'm happy to have been able to take a break. " He answered, untying his shoes then leaving them on the trail. He rolled his suitcase into the room, getting ready to unpack it, but not before changing.

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Buster had about two hours left until the hour the dinner was supposed to be at. He had already showered (even twice), along with his hair, for which he even used the very sacred products he used once a blue moon.

After drying his hair for a little longer he left the bathroom, returning to his room. He opened up his closet, looking at which clothes to pick.

He was very serious about this, wanting to have been prepared, a big part of the reason for this being that he was simply scared and stressed.

He obviously had taken part in dinners like those before, but it was extremely rare and always with his family, so appearing there as a plus one was a first-time, especially since he showed up there as Fang's boyfriend, and not friend, which despite being reassured about the people coming there he still feared to be attacked for.

He picked out some white, long sleeved button-up t-shirt he had worn to school assemblies many times before. Once he put it away on the chair, leaving it so that he could quickly iron it in a second he returned to looking into the closet.

He wasn't sure what type of pants to wear, fearing jeans would be too casual, but he also feared he would be dressed too formal and stand out. After a quick analysis of what he should do he just decided to give the chinese a call.

He picked up his phone and unlocked it, picking the guy's number. A bit of listening to the dialing sound later he finally heard a voice on the other line.

"Hey man, what's up?" The asian asked. "Hey, uhhh, please tell me, what type of pants should I wear for the dinner?? I don't wanna be too formal nor causal, you know??" He asked, a bit of worry in his tone.

"You needa chill, this thing is in like what, two hours? Answering your question, I'm wearing jeans, so you should be alright with that. Just don't make yourself look like a businessman, doctor, entrepreneur, or whatever the fuck, you get me??" Fang requested.

"Yeah, alright, I'm just really stressed. I don't want to be late, or fuck anything up, you know... One mistake and they're kicking me out of your house and making you cut off contact with me. " He complained, lying himself back on the bed, bringing his hand to squeeze the bridge of his nose.

"Nah dude, seriously, chill.. It's gonna be fine, you'll meet my aunt, she's cool as fuck, and my unc, who is also cool, and my grandma, maybe, I don't know if she's coming, well, you know, I could ask.." The asian rambled on.

"Alright, don't stress me out further. Is there going to be a lot of people??" He asked, sighing. "Not too many, ya know.. Maybe you could stay over after the thing? I could ask my mom. " The chinese offered.

"If it's not a problem then please do so. " He smiled, although the other couldn't see it. "I sure will dude, I can't wait!!" The asian said. "Okay man, Imma be going, I feel like I still got a lot to do. See ya." He told him. "Ah, okay, bye bye!!" He hung up.

He walked over to the closet to finally pick out a pair of pants, for which he picked some generic jeans he had. He put it under his shoulder and picked up the shirt then opened up the door, wanting to go to the living room to iron them.

He dumped them onto the couch then quickly took the ironing deck out, soon picking up the stuff again and ironing it. Once he was done with that he made sure to transfer them back to his room with extreme caution.

He looked at the time, noticing he had about one hour left. He decided to go and fully dry up his hair, not wanting to get the shirt wet.

He then put on the aforementioned shirt, along with the pants. Once he's done so he made his way to the kitchen to get a sip of water, then returning to his room to get his phone.

He decided to leave now, better earlier than later, just in case he had to go on a quest from an npc along the way. He picked out the best pair of shoes he had, then opened the door and left.

He made his way, his steps a little unsure, almost crampled like. Each step was heavily calculated, just in case, so that he wouldn't get dirty by falling into a 2m deep puddle.

About twenty minutes later he already was at the boy's door, to which he knocked. It took a moment, but it finally opened, revealing a confused Fang.

"Dude, the dinner is in 40 minutes or shit, what the fuck are you doing here?" The chinese asked, confused, eyebrows furrowed. "Language!! Is this how you treat your guest??" His mom yelled in the background.

"It's Buster, I can say that!!" The asian turned around to respond. "Man, I don't know, I was scared I would be late to this or something. " He finally responded.

"It's not like that's a bad thing. Come in. " The guy invited him with a smile. He entered the house and took his shoes off. "You can help my mom prepare the table if you want, that's what I'm doing. " The asian offered.

"Wait, maybe let me say hello to her first. " He sighed, making his way to the kitchen. "Hello Miss." He said, walking up to her. "Oh, hello Buster. What are you doing here so early?" She asked in a light tone.

"Oh, uhh, I was worried I'd be late so I left quicker than I should've, I hope that's not a problem. " He admitted. "No, not at all. " She informed him. "Umm, Fang said I can help you set the table. "

"Oh, yeah, can you boys spread this over the table?" She asked, pointing to a folded tablecloth set on one of the kitchen stools. "Sure. " He nodded, taking the fabric.

"We have to spread it on the table. " He informed the boy, pointing to the thing he was holding. The guy nodded then approached him. "I'm gonna hold it from one end and you from the other, alright?" The asian said.

"A'ight.." He unfolded the thing, which the other quickly grabbed, so he moved his hands to the corners. "Wait, what if your whole family will speak chinese all through the dinner??" He asked, placing the thing down.

"Uhhh.. I didn't think of that. But we don't usually do it unless we're with the elders, and from that group only my grandma is coming, so I'm sure we will keep the conversation in english. " The blue haired boy calmed him down, setting an arm on his shoulder.

"Damn, I didn't even notice, you look really nice.." The guy grinned, eyeing him down. "Thank you, I made sure to look presentable. " He told him, suddenly feeling his hand embraced by a hand, following up by a small peck on the cheek.

"Don't we have to go and help your mom??" He asked. "Ah, right. " The man sighed, spacing apart. They made their way back to the kitchen for their next epic quest.

After being handed the different fabrics to put before the plates they once again hurriedly entered the living room, placing all of them very nicely.

They then split up, Fang taking care of placing down all the plates, and Buster the cutlery, because the asian could have not memorized the order they went in after 18 years of living.

A greater amount of time has now passed, which meant they were getting close to having to actually handle the guests. "Hold on man, I'm going to get changed, I'll be right back. " The chinese told him, walking away.

He just straight up followed him, having nothing better to do, and being too afraid to actually deal with any strangers alone. "What are you doing??" The asian giggled, noticing him only after turning around to close the door.

"I came here to watch. " He smirked, entering after him. "Whatever, just don't take pictures to help yourself later. " The blue haired boy said, picking up the clothes he had prepared.

"What does that mean!! What do you think I'm doing??" He asked, confused. "Straight up jorkin it. and by it. i mean heh. your peanits. " The guy told him, taking off his shirt and putting the more classy one on instead.

"You're insane, I would never do that shit. " He laughed a little. "Who hasn't rubbed a quick one off to his dear friend??" Fang asked, putting on his pants.

"You're insane. " He said, ready to leave the room. The chinese hurried up to him to leave along, knowing people might come any second now, and at heart truly wanting for Buster to feel comfortable.

As soon as they left the room they heard somebody knock at the door, so the asian walked up to the door to open it, the ginger remaining a little backed away in the distance.

"Hiii Fang!" His aunt said as soon as she walked through the door and gave him a hug. "Hi auntie!!" The guy responded, clearly pleased with her presence.

"Hi big man." His uncle greeted him with a handshake. "What's up!!" Fang asked. "Nothing much. You're all good? Eighteen after all, eh?" The man responded.

"Ah, well, you know, I had my problems, but it's all good, I've got great companionship.." The asian paused to look around. "Where did he go?? Hold on, very uncultured, he was supposed to introduce himself!!" The blue haired boy said, noticing the absence of the ginger.

"Come on dude!!" The chinese told him, coming just around the corner where he was smartly hiding. "Alrighttt..." He sighed, approaching the two.

"Hello, uhh, I'm Buster." He gave them a little smile and shook their hands. Each of them had their own introduction then walked to the living room, leaving the two boys alone.

"Man, I cannot handle this, it's too stressful. " He sighed, leaning against the wall. "Really?" The chinese asked. "Human interaction is hard enough, but imagine yourself in my setting dude.." He squeezed the bridge of his nose.

"Naw man, I get it, maybe a sip of beer would make you loosen up a little?" The asian offered. "Nah, I want to have control of my actions. " He disagreed, looking at him.

"Just said just a sip or two, genuinely, just so that this is easier on you, yeah?" Fang patted his back, encouraging him to go with him. He reluctantly nodded and started to stroll alongside him.

They ended up in Fang's room, but they didn't really have much time, given that the set time was approaching. "Here, take a sit on the bed. " The chinese ordered, handing him a small can of beer.

"Thanks. You got any mint? I fear I'm gonna smell or shit. " He requested, opening the thing up and taking a sip. "Yeah, here you go. " The guy handed him a pack of mint gums.

He took one immediately after drinking, which taste wise wasn't the best combination. The asian took a seat alongside him. "Come on dude, you're brave enough for appearing here in the first place. " The long haired man embraced him.

"Mmmh, I don't really wanna. " He complained, lying his head on the guy's shoulder. "Come on, it's just two meals, this will take like two hours and will be over. " Fang encouraged him, then gave him a peck.

"Alright." He sighed and got up, ready to leave the room. Before he got to sit at the table he had to introduce himself to about two more people, but noticing the number of the plates he could conclude that not many more people would be coming, which calmed him a little.

The food was soon brought over, following the arrival of the last guests to which he got a chance to be introduced to. He started to eat, although made sure not to make a single sound, nor look weird doing so, being on his best behaviour. 🙏🙏

Finishing his portion he brought the plate over to the kitchen, then returned without a word. While waiting for the next meal he could feel his hand being rubbed very lightly.

He looked to the side and gave the guy sitting to him a little smile, thanking his ally. "Boys, could we ask you over for a second?" Fang's mom approached them to ask.

It scared him, but he agreed, and so they followed her to the kitchen, where his aunt stood. "This is only an option and you don't have to do it, but there's an offer for you. " The chinese's mom started.

"So, as you probably know, I've been renting my apartment out to that couple in the city centre. I had to kick them out 'cause they stopped paying me rent and destroyed some stuff, and so the space is now freed up. I've talked to your mom, and I think that I could rent that place out to you, at a reduced price. " The aunt offered, explaining.

Buster couldn't help but have a smile creep onto his face, the excitement unavoidable. "Are you serious??" Fang asked, amused. "Yeah, your mom says it would be no problem for you to return here if anything happens. " The woman told them.

"Hey, don't even say that. You'll manifest it. " The asian shook his finger around. "So, would you guys be up for something like this? I believe you are mature enough.  " The mom asked.

"I mean yeah, I would need to check with my grandma though. " He spoke softly, yet the euphoria bled through the tone. "Hell yeah!!" The chinese smiled, nodding.

"Okay, then I will give you the details later, I might stay over just a bit longer so I can explain it to you guys, alright?" The aunt asked. Both of them nodded, very happy to hear that.

After Fang's mom returned to cooking they paid a quick visit to the guy's room. "Dude, you seriously wanna move in together??" He asked hopefully, holding the man by the arms.

"Mhm!!" The asian nodded with a smile on his face. "I really really hope my grandparents agree.." He confessed, giving him a hug. "They definitely will, trust me, who wouldn't say yes to a guy like you??"

"Man, we need to return to the dinner, it's not nice of us to disappear for this long. But you know, I definitely feel better now, I'm much more willing to go out there now. " He said.

"Fine, fine. " The chinese gave him a proper kiss, a rather celebratory one. 🤑🤑They left the room, both of them in an extremely good mood, hoping that they'll actually get to move in.

The rest of the dinner went swell, Buster even attempted to engage in some minor conversation, which was a big big win jackpot casino🤑🤑💰💰💸. After most have left they began to clean up, only the aunt and the uncle remaining as guests besides Fang's parents.

They started to bring the plates back into the kitchen, dumping them into the dishwasher. After they've done so they returned to the living room and took a seat mext to Fang's aunt.

"Alright boys, time to seriously discuss it. Know that this shouldn't be a spur of the moment decision, so I would like you to think this through for tbe next couple of days. " The aunt started, to which they nodded.

"Now, if you have time tomorrow I can show you around the place, so that you will see what you're dealing with. I was thinking you two could pay me about a 800 a month, which if you split would be about 400 for each. " The woman continued.

"Mind you, I was renting this for about 1500, so I'm really cutting the price off here, but you're my favourite nephew, and you seem like a nice person from what I've got to know you. " She addressed them respectively.

"So, Fang, you discuss this with your mom, and Bister, you talk about this with your grandparents and you let me know in about a week or two, alright? I need to know whether to put it up to rent out again, or will I be renting it to you. " She finished.

"Alright, thank you very much for this opportunity, ma'am. " The ginger thanked her. "Yes, I'll talk to my mom, but we will still happily go see it tomorrow, yeah?" The chinese asked, making sure it was alright with Buster, who nodded.

"Hey, so uhh, I can stay over, right?" He asked the boy once they got back to Fang's bedroom. "Damn, I forgot to tell you. You can't stay the night, 'cuz tomorrow morning she's making me go somewhere, but I suppose you can stay over for an hour or two. " The chinese informed him.

"Ah, okay. Then I'll get going in like ten or twenty minutes, a'ight?" He said. "Why so short??" The asian asked, taking a seat on the bed. "Well, I wanna catch my grandparents before they go to sleep, so I can ask them about the whole thing, you know.." He couldn't help but smile remembering about the offer.

"Then I suppose you can go. " The long haired boy said. "Yeah, but I will enjoy myself for at least a second. " He said, joining the guy on the bed. "And what do you mean by that?" The chinese asked, grinning , a certain thought on his mind.

"Not too much, you know?" He smirked, embracing him around the chest, and moving closer. "You getting your freak on??" The asian questioned, lying himself on the bed, pulling the other with him.

"No!!" He argued, moving closer to just give the man a peck on the cheek. "Lame. Go home. " The blue haired boy joked, wrapping his arms around the other's neck in the meantime.

Just as they were about to continue they got interrupted by a knock, which this time actually wasn't followed by a person instantly opening the door.

"Come in!!" Fang yelled, moving apart from the ginger. "I made you two tea. " His mom came in, two cups in hand. "Oh, thank you, miss. " He smiled, a faint blush noticeable on his face.

"I don't mean to kick you out, but Fang told you that you can't stay the night, right? I'm just making sure, 'cause I know he snuck you in here many times. " The woman asked, placing the teas on the desk.

"Yeah, he did. " He nodded, looking away. "Just so I make it clear - you don't have to leave right now. " The mom told him, then approached the door. "I'll leave you two be. " She said, closing the door.

"A'ight man, I'll finish the tea and I'm out. " He informed him, getting up to grab the cup. "Okayy.." Fang approached him, then quickly snatched the glasses, accidentally spilling some of the hot fluids on his hands.

"Come on!! You are holding me captive. " He requested, reaching his hand out. "Here. " The asian sighed, handing him the cup. "Holy shit, what typa tea is that??" He said after taking a sip.

"I don't know, some tea my grandparents in china sent us. " The guy shrugged, also enjoying the beverage. "Tell them to send two more next time, I need those for myself. " He requested.

"I think I have a few boxes of it, I can gift you one, we usually don't finish all of them anyways. " The chinese told him, leaving the room and heading for the kitchen.

He followed after him and observed as the poor guy struggled to reach for the chai box, finally resorting to getting a kitchen stool to get on. After a moment the blue haired boy managed to get a hold of it, then reached out his arm to hand him the tea.

"You retard, you're gonna fall!!" He exclaimed, seeing how uneven the legs of the stool were, as the other just started to stretch himself out further. As expected, it didn't take long for the chinese to actually lose his balance.

He ran up closer, in hopes to minimalize the effects of the fall. "You were supposed to catch me bridal style, not drunken style. " The asian complained jokingly. "Be happy I didn't let your head smash on the floor. " He sighed, moving away from him.

"Here's your tea. " The blue haired boy handed him the box, which he happily took into his hand. They returned to the boy's room, ready to finish their teas.

A few minutes later he had finished his, which was a clear sign to get going. He took a trip to the kitchen to put it away, then approached the hallway.

Fang soon came out of his room to check where he was. "You're leaving without a word??" The chinese asked, approaching him. "I figured you figured. " He shrugged, putting his shoes on.

"Thank you for coming, man. I know this shit wasn't the easiest to bear. " The asian gave him a tight hug, of which he had seemed to not let go. "See you tomorrow, yeah?" He asked, pulling away.

"See ya. " The guy nodded, then gave him a peck on the cheek. He opened the door and left, noticing the sky was now almost entirely dark. The walk home was very calming, the silence seldom interrupted by a car driving by.

About 15 minutes later he got home, to which he got greeted by his grandpa. He took his shoes out, and thought out the way to ask them about the move.

He went to his room to quickly change himself into some casual clothes, then returned to the living room. "Hey nana. " He said, sitting next to the two.

"Hey, how was the dinner? Maybe we should invite him over here and also make him something, I could make some mięso w galarecie (do not look this up you will throw up), or some szałot, hm?" She offered.

"Oh, uhhh, about this, I actually wanted to askk y'all about something. " He started, looking away. "So, umm, at the dinner Fang's aunt offered me and him a small place to rent out, I'd pay about 400€ monthly. I wanted to ask whether you know, I'd be safe to come back here in case. " He told them.

"As long as you visit us I don't see anything against this. " His grandma told him. "Yeah. Are you sure you're gonna be able to handle this?" His grandpa asked. "I think so. I'd go check the place around tomorrow, but I have about a week to think this through and decide. " He explained.

"Well, we don't see nothin' against it. If you'll need any help just tell us. " The woman smiled. "Thank you. " He smiled and gave them a hug, then walked away.

He reached his room and immediately went to dial the chinese's number. It didn't take long for the man to pick up, which wasn't entirely surprising.

"Hey dude, wassup??" He could hear the guy ask at the other end of the line. "They agreed. " His smile was audible through the voice. "Really?? Holy shit!! So we're going to check the apartment out tomorrow, yeah?" The asian's tone was cheerful.

"Mhm! I'd just need to find a job, I don't think I'll manage to earn much more out of helping my grandparents. " He told him. "A'ight. I gotta go man, sorry. See you tomorrow, love ya" The blue haired boy informed him and hung up before he could say bye as well.

-

The next day he got a call from Fang at about two PM, telling him to get his ass ready, because they had the seeing at 3. After hanging up he hurriedly changed his clothes and fixed his hair up a little, given that he let himself get a little lazy.

A few minutes later he was ready, so he just let his grandma know that he was leaving, and then took a stroll to the asian's house. That day it was a bit more warmer than usual, summer giving them a pre-taste of itself.

A nice walk later he arrived at the boy's door, at which he knocked. The door opened very quickly, surprising him with a hug. "Hey man!!" The guy said, finally pulling apart.

"Hi, we going by bus or what??" He asked, not sure whether to take his shoes off. "Uhh, yeah actually. Maybe let's just get going.." The blue haired boy said, glancing at the sneakers he had on the tray, then put them on.

They made their way to the bus stop, hopping into the one leading to the city centre. "You got the address?" He made sure, not entirely aware of where they were supposed to head to.

"Uhh, yeah. We get out at the second to the last stop, then go right and right again and then straight and then left. " Fang explained, excitement radiating from his voice. "A'ight." He nodded, looking out the window.

Some time later the bus had arrived, and so they got off. He followed the boy, not sure of how to reach the place, given that he didn't know how to follow directions, and also that the chinese wasn't good at explaining stuff.

It turned out to be about a three minute walk. The asian paused before the entrance to the building, checking the number, then ringing it on the domophone.

They were let in, to which they entered the building quickly. It was one of those older ones, with a steep staircase to each floor. "What floor is it?" He asked, getting demotivated at the thought of walking up a big amount of stairs.

"Only the second, you'll live. " The guy told him as he made his way up the stairs. They reached the door and pushed the knob open, greeted with Fang's aunt in the doorway.

"Alright, this isn't a big place, but I'll show you around. " She said. He looked around at the entrance, nice wooden panels underneath his feet. "Here is the living room combined with the kitchen.." She made her way to the first room.

He walked there with a smile, very excited with the possibility of actually living there. It was hard to imagine how it would look without furniture, but it was designed nicely enough for them to not have to worry about changing it.

"Alright, and from here we got two rooms, here's the first one.." She presented them with a pretty large room, at least compared to the sizes of the flat. "And next to it is the bathroom. " She pointed at the door.

"That's really it, I don't know if you like it or not, but as I said, I would appreciate it if you let me know until about a week or so. " The woman told them, going back to the living room.

"Okay!!" He said, a grin on his face. "I would let you guys stay here for a bit longer, but I need to run some errands. " She informed them, making her way to the door. They nodded and joined her, then watched as she locked the door.

The woman ran down the stairs, at which they followed, although at a slower pace. She quickly waved them bye, then got into her car.

"So, uhh, what do you think?" He asked, hopeful. "I really like it, for the price we're getting it it's a really good offer. " Fang smiled. "So, we're actually renting it out, yeah?" He made sure, aching for the answer to be a positive one.

"Mhm!" The asian replied, nodding. Careless of the fact that they were on the street, he hugged him very tightly. After way longer than it should've taken they parted, returning to their walk.

"We will need to meet up and plan it all out, so that it's properly executed. " He told him, an unavoidable grin holding onto his lips, unwashable. "How about now? You can just come to my place. " The chinese offered. "Sure. " He nodded, quickening up his pace to get to the bus stop faster.

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one motnh has passed in the story ion know dude i really am too lazy for this i got like 4 tests this week and im writing this instead

He knocked on Fang's door, expecting an answer. The door soon opened, revealing a very cheerful man, which automatically caused him to become happy as well.

"Dude, you're moving and you're packing your shit into a suitcase?" The chinese asked, looking down at what he held in hand. "I don't know, I don't have much clothes and Imma just bring my other shit there in a few days. " He shrugged.

"A'ight, well, my mom is gonna drive us there, it's not like I have a lot of stuff to pack either. I'm almost entirely done, I just don't know what to do with the PC. " The asian informed him, letting him come in.

He took his shoes off and dragged his luggage into the house, leaving it in the hallway and going to the boy's room. "Didn't you build your computer? You sure must know how to get it apart now. " He questioned, looking at it.

"Ummm.. Nah, I lied when I told you that, I wanted to impress you with my super IT skills. " The blue haired boy shrugged. "Hm, well I suppose if we drive slow enough we could pack this into a carton, and then the monitor can just go into another box. " He suggested.

"You might be onto something. Hol up.." The man picked up a box from the ground, then placed it onto his desk, then unplugged the thing, and carefully put it into the box, which already had some bubble wrap inside.

"Okay, but uhh, besides that, you're all good, right?" He made sure, in the meantime picking up the monitor and looking for a thing to put it into. "Yeah, yeah. You can go and let my mom know that we will be ready to leave soon. " The guy told him, looking up.

He left the room, looking for the man's mother. He decided to take a look into the living room, in which luckily for him she was. "Uhh, hi miss, Fang says we will be ready to go in a minute or two. " He told her, scratching the back of his neck.

"Alright, you'll need to help me carry the stuff to the car. " She informed him, getting up. He walked after her, picking up a bigger box in the meantime.

The woman opened the door, then the trunk of her car. He threw the box in there, then returned for his suitcase. After bringing it over he handed it to her, quickly reentering the house.

"Hey man, ya ready? We have the car almost loaded." He questioned, entering Fang's room. "Mhm! Can you pick one of those up?" The chinese requested, pointing his head to the two remaining cartons.

He grabbed one and waited for the Asian to get ahold of his one, then walked towards the open door. Once they had put everything in they closed the trunk, then the door, and got into the car.

"Ya boys happy?" Fang's mom asked, turning the engine on. "Yeah!!" The asian nodded. "Obviously. " He followed up, grinning. "Well, if you need any help, let me know. This could be tough, especially at your age. " She informed them.

He nodded in acknowledgment, soon feeling a hand creep up next to his, so as a very good man he grabbed it. 💪💪They spent the ride talking about plans and Buster's new job, since he had to get one to pay the bills.

Some time later they had arrived under the building, or rather near, given the difficulty of finding an empty parking spot in the city centre.

"We gotta do this cleverly. " He sighed, remembering they will have to walk a few flights of stairs. "Okay, each of you grab two boxes, I'll take your suitcase. " The mom ordered, opening the trunk up.

He got his portion of cartons and then waited for the boy to pick up his, starting to walk towards the building. He waited for the woman to open the door, since their hands were busy.

He sighed, noticing the worst part was ahead of him - he wasn't the most sporty person, but he'd at least get to practice. Carefully placing his steps one by one he walked up the stairs, holding onto the boxes tightly.

They finally got to the door, so he placed the boxes down, the chinese likewise. He took the keys out of his pocket, and dangled them in front of the man. "You do the honors. " He handed them to him with a smile.

The guy approached the door nervously, then twisted the lock. It was definitely a weird feeling, thinking of how much of a step this was.

The fact that they would basically spent hours with each other wasn't freaking him out, rather exciting, but the thought of having to pay the bills, take over the responsibilities and combining all that with school kind of freaked him out, even if he had taken that into account during the decision making.

Upon opening, he picked up the boxes and entered the now his apartment. He carried them to the living room, believing they would take care of it later. After they managed to pull the whole thing together they kind of paused, not knowing what to do next.

"You guys need help with anything else?" The woman asked, standing in the doorframe. "Uhh, no, I don't think so. " He shrugged, looking at the boy standing next to him. "No, no. " The chinese shook his head.

"Alright, well, do I leave you guys be? Or would you rather have me stay for a second?" Fang's mom asked. "I think you can go, yeah. " He informed her.

"Okay, well, then congratulations, and don't forget to contact me in case. " She approached them, then gave both of them a separate hug.

They walked along her to follow her to the door, then said goodbye. "What do we do now??" He asked, smiling. "I don't know.. Let's go to tthe bedroom, maybe. Or let's unpack. " The asian suggested, shrugging.

"A'ight, yeah, that's a good idea.." He nodded, grabbing one of the boxes. They spent the next few-teen minutes carrying the stuff around, finally getting done with it after about thirty minutes.

"Okay, uhh, what do we do now?" He asked, still unsure. "Maybe let's just lay down, you know.." The chinese recommended, lying himself on the bed.

"Holy shit, that's so comfortable.." The blue haired boy followed up. After that he joined him, curious of whether he would be able to agree. "Mmm, you're right.." He agreed, lying down.

"Wanna watch something, we got this TV, crappy at best, but TV in the room. " He offered, reaching for the remote, then turning it on. The guy nodded, then scooted closer to him.

He wrapped an arm around his waist, pulling him close to him. He picked up the remote once again, then went through the different options they had movie-wise.

Some time between the movie, he got the primal urge to rock a piss, so he got up, and wandered off the room. Not even a minute later he returned, a certain expression on his face.

"Uhhh.. dude, we're kinda fucking stupid. There's a whole other room and we just assumed she meant the bathroom by the second room. " He told him, standing in the doorway.

"What!? You serious??" The chinese asked, an expression of confusion and amusement found on his face. "Yeah, look. " He chuckled, leading him to where it was.

"How did we not notice this??" The asian giggled, entering the slightly smaller room. "This one could be mine if you want. " He offered, a bed being enough for him.

"I thought we would sleep on the same bed??" The blue haired boy questioned, sighing. "We would. But you know, when you're pissed or shit, I could just go there. " He shrugged. "As if that would ever happen. Nah, but yeah, sure. " Fang replied.

"We would need to get a desk though. How 'bout we go to ikea later today and get one?" He suggested, no better things in mind. "Alright, would ya wanna go in an hour or so?" The chinese offered. "Sure. Let's finish the movie and we'll get going. " He told him.

"Mhm!" The guy nodded, then went back to the room, disregarding the new discovery. He followed after him, jumping onto the bed and unpausing the thing they were watching, also returning to the previous physical alignment with the boy.

After the movie had finished, he was ready to get up, yet got interrupted. "Mmm, I don't wanna get up. " The asian complained, tugging him by the shirt. "Come on!! We aren't americans after all. " He encouraged him.

"No." The guy twisted so that he'd be lying on his stomach, his face completely in the pillow, almost confusing as to how he could breathe. "Come on DIVA...💜" He said, patting him on the back.

"I'm a DIVA💜?" The chinese turned onto his side with a smile. "Yes, now get up. " He grabbed him by the hands and pulled him up, then pushing him onto his chest, which was reciprocated by a pair of hands wrapping around him.

"Come on or I'm sleeping in that fuckass room today. " He blackmailed him, knowing deep inside he wouldn't have been able to actually do that. "Okay, fine. " The guy sighed then parted from him, leaving the room.

He went to get his shoes on, then picked up the keys, keys to THEIR apartment🤑(maybe not legally wise), let the boy out, then locked the door. They made their way down the stairs, then left the building.

"What bus line goes to ikea?" The chinese asked him, thinking. "Uhh, 815 I believe. " He shrugged, not entirely sure. They walked to the bus stop, then patiently waited for the bus to arrive, careless of it's actual schedule.

Lucky for them, the bus arrived pretty soon, so they entered and took a seat. "What stop do we get out on?" The blue haired boy asked, not invested in the bus lines lore🔥🔥.

"Uhhh, you'll just know it by the surroundings. " He informed him, looking out the window. The ride didn't take long, and after about 12 minutes they arrived at the place.

-

They were just on their way home from the store, without the desk in hand, since they didn't wanna carry a big ass box home, and instead ordered for it to be delivered over the week.

Fang was just telling about some weird story as they walked, until he noticed the guy next to him stopped walking, and the cheerful expression was washed away from his face instantly.

"Dude, you good?" The chinese asked worriedly. "It's her. " He sighed, looking off in the distance. The asian soon spotted the subject of Buster's sentence, to which his face soured up a bit, seeing the ginger's mother.

"Ignore her. You said she's miserable, let's just go. " The blue haired boy suggested, wanting for the boy to feel better. He nodded, he was bummed, even though it was a pretty fortunate day for him.

As he changed the streets he was walking through, he noticed something. "Dude, wait. " He kneeled down. "Look at this little fucker.." He said, pointing to a little kitten curled up in a bit of leaves.

"Does he have a collar? Maybe the little guy is lost?" The chinese questioned, approaching the animal. "I don't think so. Maybe we can get him to the vet to check him out?" He suggested, feeling bad for the cat.

"Yeah, you'll pick it up, it'll scratch you and you'll get rabies. " The asian complained. "You have no compassion. Let's go home, I'll take a blanket or shit, we'll take him home, and make him a temporary cage with one of the boxes we used for the move. " He offered.

"You're thinking about taking him in? We would need a litterbox and food, it's a lot of expenses for a cat you don't even know is healthy. " Fang disencouraged him. "Dude, please. " He begged, letting the startled animal sniff his hand around.

"If it's here tomorrow by the time we return from school you can take him in. But the litterbox and food is on you. " The asian sighed, being slightly convinced after rethinking, finding the kitten very cute🤫.

"He is my lost son.." He told him, gently patting the cat. "Ginger AND fucking dumb. Maybe you're right.." The blue haired boy joked. "Why dumb??" He asked. "He's so eager to be patted by a stranger. No survival instincts. " The chinese sighed.

"Okay, you are not wrong. Either way, can we keep him, please?" He attempted to convince him once again. "Fine. If you get that damn blanket and manage to find a litterbox or at least those training mats at this time we can try to let him stay with us for a couple of days. " The asian finally agreed.

"Thank you!!" He smiled, forgetting about what had happened just moments ago, and went to hug him tightly, relaxing his head on his shoulder. "Let’s go. It’s the last week of school before summer, let’s at least try to not be late this time. " The blue haired boy ordered.

He sighed and got up, keeping that kitty in mind. He walked with a fastened pace, hoping to get home as soon as possible and be able to get a blanket for the animal.

A few minutes later they arrived, and so he rushed into the room, looking through the drawers, having fresh memory of where he had put the blankets away.

He took the fabric into his hands, and approached the door. "Don’t lock it, I’ll be back in a few minutes. " He ordered, opening the door. "Okay!!" Fang replied, shutting the door after him.

He went down the stairs then left the building, repeating his path in hopes of finding the cat. Luckily for him it was still there, so he approached it slowly as to not startle it, let it smell him (most important thing🤫🤫) and after a few hisses he actually wrapped the cloth around it.

Attempting to make light steps as to not startle it further he made his way back into the building, holding the cat so it wouldn’t fall. He knocked at the door with his foot, not being able to open it by himself.

The door immediately opened, with Fang with a pretty big smile behind them. "Show me show me!’" The asian yelled, his attitude completely changed. "Look at him.." He said, pushing his arms out so he could look closer.

"Damn, he’s really scared.. Do you even know if he’s really a he?" The chinese questioned, examining the animal. "Nah, we will find out tomorrow at the vet. " He informed him, not letting go of the kitten.

"I made him a place to sleep in the meantime, go check it out!!" The long haired boy told him, pointing to the room. He nodded and made his way there, noticing a pretty big box, with some blankets and pillows inside.

"We should have him spent the first night here, get accustomed. Then we’ll go to the vet tomorrow and learn all the additional stuff.." Fang said, admiring the cat.

He leaned down and put it into the box, feeling a little bad noticing how scared he seemed. "I’ll go to the cornerstore and grab some cheap food, he might be hungry. Go watch him in the meantime. " He ordered, walking up to the main door.

"Alright, you got the cash? I can give you some if you want. " The asian suggested. "I thought I was meant to pay for him?" He chuckled. "I like him more now.. Go spoil him.. Just don’t get him used to some luxury cat food, we can’t afford that. " The blue haired boy told him.

"Alright.." He said, leaving. In the meantime, the chinese decided to go look around for a pretty shallow bowl, so that he could get the cat some water.

After a bit of rummaging through the counters he found one, so he poured some water into it, then carefully inserted it into the box. He observed as the kitten drank, genuinely seeming like a more interesting activity than watching movies.

A few minutes later he felt the door open, so he walked through the living room to greet him. The ginger entered, some cat food in hand, he quickly wrapped his arms around his neck, then gave him a peck on the cheek, nose, other cheek, the corners of his mouth, and then the lips🤫🤫.

Buster set the food on the counter. "What’s with all that?" He asked with a smile. "I was happy to see you. " Fang simply stated. "In that cabinet above the sink there are a few shallow bowls, you can put some of the food in it. " The asian suggested as the guy took his shoes off.

He nodded, acknowledging it, then walking over there and taking one out. He unzipped the bag, then poured the stuff in. "I hope he likes it.." He simply stated, bringing the food to the room.

He placed the bowl next to the one with water, then watched as the animal started to eat obsessively. "Little fella must’ve been hungry as hell.." He said, chuckling a little.

"See!! You were right, he’s ginger, dumb AND a fatass. Truly your long lost son.." The asian told him. "What do we even name him??" He questioned.

"Faggot. " The blue haired boy suggested. "A little egocentric to name him after yourself, don’t you think?" He joked, observing the cat. "Okay, then call him demolisher of worlds 3000." Another suggestion came from the chinese.

"Hmmm.. Maybe pussydestroyer917PL??" He thought. "Nah.. he does not abuse his own.." Fang wondered. They spent a while discussing the possibilites.

"I don’t know if you’re hungry, but I’m making dinner, it’s getting late. " He interrupted, leaving for the kitchen. "Yeah.. What are you making?" The boy questioned.

"Uhh.. Do toasts sound alright??" He asked, not having much ingredients as of now. "Yeah. " The chinese nodded, observing him from the couch.

He took his toaster out and plugged it in, putting some cheese and ham on bread in the meantime. He soon inserted the sandwich into the machine then closed it, waiting for it to get ready.

A few minutes later he placed two plates on the living room table, along with some tea. "Thank you." The long haired boy smiled and gave him a peck on the cheek. "What’s with you today?" He chuckled.

"Nothin', I just really like you, you know.." The asian smilee, biting into his portion. They ate while conversing, the sun gone down by then.

"A'ight man, go shower and I’ll do the dishes, then I’ll go shower after you’re finished. " He ordered, taking the plates back onto the counter. The guy nodded and went to take his towel out along with some pajamas.

He washed the plates, then the cups, putting them into the dryer nearby. As he waited for the boy to finish showering he returned to the kitten, curious as to what it was busy with.

He decided to take it into his hands, hoping to convince it towards people a little. The small animal’s hisses didn’t do much, then stopped entirely. He scratched it under the beard, chuckling at how little it was.

Both him and the cat got startled by the sound of the bathroom door opening, he put it away into the box carefully, then went for his turn in the bathroom.

-

Fang woke up in the middle of the night, notified by the absence of the ginger beside him, and by the lack of the touch. He looked around, and noticed the balcony door open. He got up quietly, then approached the balcony.

He noticed Buster standing there, presumably lost in his thoughts. He could feel the nightly breeze on his skin, although he couldn’t complain, since it was june, and the nights were tolerably warm.

"Buster, everything alright dude?" The chinese asked quietly. "Hm?" The guy turned around. "What are you doing?" He joined alongside him, leaning his body onto the barrier.

"I don’t know man.. Seeing my mother today kinda fucked me up. What am I doing?? Why have I made such decisions?" He sighed, looking away, visible frown on his face.

"She’s crazy. Don’t worry about her, I mean come on, you wouldn’t have this if nothing happened, yeah?" The asian wrapped an arm around him.

"Yeah, but I would’ve been close to my mom, stayed closeted, and dealt with the feelings towards my friend alone. " He told him, resting his head on his palm.

"I don’t know what to tell you. She’s insane for abandoning you like that, for such a small thing. " The blue haired boy told him, stroking his back soothingly.

"Yeah, and as far as I hate her as a person, I will always love her as a mother, it’s a biological attachment, not mental. " He groaned, his eyes skipping over the city lights in the distance.

"Don’t worry about her, come on inside. You don’t have to come to school tomorrow, we can spend the day with pussydestroyer917PL instead. " The guy offered, hoping to help him feel better.

He sighed then straightened up, then left the balcony and returned to bed. As he walked Fang couldn’t help but notice his eyes a little glossy, making him feel really bad, knowing he was pretty much helpless in truing to make him feel better.

The chinese closed the door and joined him in bed, quickly wrapping his arms around him; one around his head, and the other under his arm.

"Go to sleep, you will feel better in the morning. " The asian suggested, stroking his hair. "I don’t think that will help. " He stated, sighing. "Maybe this will?" The guy questioned, then gave him three consecutive kisses on the cheek.

"Maybe.." He shrugged, a small smile creeping onto his mouth. The blue haired boy greeted his face with a series of kisses, very happy to do so.

"Man, I feel so vulnerable like this.." He sighed after the boy backed away a little. "Don’t be. You can still be an epic kickass dude if you let your boyfriend give you amazing kisses, you know.." The asian stated.

"Hmm.." He grinned a little, enjoying himself. Instead of sleeping, they spent the next few hours alternating from talking to giving themselves small little pecks. #faggots