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Another day, another day and another day they thought
The dark haired was on their bed, looking at the ceiling with such coldness. its so boring they kept saying to themselves.
Nothing interesting is happening. Their parents are gone for the month. religon..eugh. siblings were out. Probably something that isn’t interesting. their friends…they arent sure
They tossed and turned like a moth in cobwebs, god how boring is it, such disappointment. Maybe they should burn down their hous-
“HARVEY? YOU THERE?”
Oh! Someone is calling out to them..strange, they thought, they know their relatives werent coming home soon and their parents well, are gone for a month so who may it be-
Wait.
That voice is familiar…
Sunny!
They immediately perked up to which they quickly got up from their bed.. too quick, now they feel pretty lightheaded but it doesn’t matyer right now, sunny is here!
“SUNNY IS THAT YOU?”
They yelled as they quickly ran over to their window and opened it to check outside, and well you guessed it. Sunny is here!
“HIIII HARVEY”
Sunny yelled sticking his tongue out to which harvey chuckled at
“HELLO SUNNY!”
They yelled back but the little wholesome moment the two victims of religion had was short to harveys question. “Wait…SUNNY WHY ARE YOU HERE? ARENT YOU SUPPOSED TO BE HOME?”, They asked with such worrisome which made sunny’s expression slowly faded to a pale traumatised look but it was quickly turned around when Sunny answered with “uhh..ITS NOTHING, N-NO WORRIES HARV!”
Well thats strange..
But it probably was nothing right? It cant be too serious. Which harvey shook their shoulders and shouted “HOLD ON SUNSHINE, ILL OPEN THE DOOR FOR YOU!”
They yelled. Wait, did they call them sunshine?..the nickname made them blush a bit but shook the thought. It was just a platonic nickname, its nothing romantic
The dark haired teenager opened the door and looked at the ginger with a warm welcoming smile ..so warm..its nostalgic… the ginger thought, that smile reminded him so much of their father when he still cared about him.. what went wrong…what went…was it because..
“Sunny..?”
He snapped out of his thoughts as he noticed he was standing there for a while. “You look like you’ve seen a ghost sunny…are you alright?”
The taller dark haired asked, their eyes gazed at him like a moth…
“Oh! I- uhm. Im alright! Its nothing serious..pinky promise!” The ginger said with such enthusiasm like it was honey. They pulled their pinky finger out with such excitement and happiness..
No.. something is terribly wrong. The moth eyed artist saw through his tactics of lies and deception. Like it was staged, like he was reading a book full of false positivity to forget the negativity of the world (like lindii)
“Sunny..you know you can always tell me whats up-“ they were cut off by holding on the gingers hand which made them stop their words. He was thin.
Sunny looked at them, Still keeping that damn smile but it started to weary off as he noticed Harvey dead silence. They were oddly quiet too quiet, it made sunny panic a bit did he do something wrong?..was harvey upset at them?..oh god what did he do-
“You’re thin.”
Harvey said. With such a cold and dead tone with an expression that matched with it before it slowly warmed up
“Sunny…lets get you inside, ill make you something”
They said as they pulled him inside their home, the red head didnt say anything, he let them, like a red panda getting picked up by its mother for protection.
As Harvey pulled sunny inside, they seated him on one of chairs in the dining room as they left to the kitchen to cook something for the poor starved useless ray of sunshine (/ref)
Well…this is strange Sunny thought, at least Harvey’s home was..comforting and warm, it isnt too often that the moth eyed artist would usually invite them in their home so it did make him a little special but kinda nervous
After what felt like an hour or so. They came back! With..woah..
“Hey sunshine..i made you chicken soup with some cheese and peppers along with carrots to the side..i hope you enjoy it.”
They said as they placed the plate of food down in front of the starved ginger
..its looks delicious he thought, but..they didn’t deserve it.. he didn’t even do such righteousness to get a meal so delicious.
He felt tears forming in his eyes shit.. he quickly turned away to wipe away his eyes which harvey looked at him with a sympathetic expression before placing a hand on his shoulder
“Hey..its okay..”
They said before picking up the spoon from the table which they scooped the warm soup onto the spoon before blowing it a bit to cool it down
“Say ahhh!”
The dark haired said, moving the spoon toward the ginger which made him raise a brow and looked at them “harvey…im not a baby.”
He said, with a small chuckle. The artist smiled and looked down
“I know..but its still nice to do that” they said with a little grin. But to their surprise, the poet opened their mouth and slurped (dont take that out of context