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Kevin walked into his house and saw his parents watching TV. "Hey boy, got any smokes?" Percy said, without looking off the TV. He flipped him off and grabbed some booze before heading towards his room. He looked at Timmy's house and layed in his bed, drinking booze and thinking he needed some air as the stupid fuckin goose wouldn't leave him alone. "Hey, broken head. Why don't yous' get Allen some sweet sweet nicotine and booze?" Allen said, before disappearing in dissatisfaction with not getting what he wanted.
He threw the empty bottle, shattering against the wall before he went downstairs, his parents focused on some idiotic comedy show. "Hey, boy! I still need me them smokes! Youse' better get me them!" Percy screamed as Anastasia screamed at him to shut his mouth up because the only this he could get up was his mouth. They fought until Anastasia whacked a pan on his head. "That's outta shut youse up moron." She breathily laughed until she had a panic attack and passed out.
Kevin walked out, fed up with his parents' screaming. He walked slowly towards the convenience store to get some cigarettes. He wanted to distract himself from his parents' bitching and whining so he decided to get some booze too. "Nice broken head! Youse really ain't as stupid as I thought." Allen said, flapping behind him. He walked into the store, noticing the sleepy employee, and felt satisfied as this would be an easy robbery.
He gripped and shoved some cigarettes and strong booze down his pants, hoping he could get buzzed with this, soften the edges smooth. He walked out with the employee drooling on the counter. He lit one up, inhaling the nicotine. "Atta boy, youse get yourself in no trouble. Allen's gonna go get himself a hooker!" Allen said, disappearing without waiting for a response. Great.
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Kevin was sprawled over his bed, his blanket giving him no comfort against the heavy temperature . Thud. He slowly rose, standing up with a grunt. He looked out his cracked window and opened it. His face met an snowball. He didn't seem to care as he was already freezing. He looked down, about to dose whatever the hell was annoying him in gasoline and throw his half-finished cigarette. "Hey.. Spencer!! Hurry up come down!" Timmy screamed, his hands around his lips, trying to sound louder. Spencer shook his head and said he was cold, and there was no way in hell he would play with a nerd like him, but the look Timmy would make when Kevin hit him would have been funny. "I can lend you a jacket or something I guess. “ Kevin sighed and finished his cigarette, dropping it and extinguishing it on the floor with his shoe. He put on some earmuffs and his old scarf, muttering how this was stupid but at least he wouldn't be rotting in bed. He stepped outside, the wind slapping his face. He shrugged off a shiver and lit a smoke, the sweet nicotine relaxing and warming his body.
Twack!
Kevin had noticed Timmy sneaking up on his ass, and he wasn't about to let some fruit loop hit him first. He had ducked under the snowball, picking up some snow and throwing it at timmy with a small grunt. His aim was horrible and his body felt limp. His legs buckled and his eyes fluttered before falling backwards onto the soft, carpet of snow with a soft thump.
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Timmy watched as his snowball went right over Kevins head, shit. He bent over, making a snowball before the sociopath could. He looked up, expecting a snowball to the face, in fact, he expected anything but seeing Spencer drop on the floor. His eyes widened, and he started poking kevins stomach, he seemed to be breathing just fine. He rolled his eyes and picked him up as if he were helping Kevin walk. He felt a sense of relief as his parents' Porsche wasn't in the driveway. He grabbed his keys and opened the door, breathing in the warm air. He obviously, locked the door and dragged Kevin upstairs, before putting him on the bed. The sociopath's face wasn't as stern as it always was. It was soft, his eyelids and mouth relaxed he looked vulnerable.. He touched Kevins forehead, it was a bit freakishly cold, so he decided to get a warm cloth.
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Kevin woke up, his head pounding and his limbs numb. He grunted and cursed under his breath. He rubbed his head before realizing he was in the edge lord's house. He rubbed his tear trough, standing up drunkenly before gripping onto the door frame. He remembered Timmy's house layout and ran to the bathroom, a feeling of nausea drowning him. He arched into the toilet, gagging and throwing up saliva.
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He retched violently into the toilet bowl. His head was pounding as he gasped for air. He gripped the edge of the seat harder, his knuckles turning white as he retched repeatedly.
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Timmy was making Kevin some soup to warm him. This wasn't the first time he's cooked for him. As he reached into the seasoning cabinet, he heard rapid footsteps. He figured Kevin was obviously awake and should remind him to rest, in some blankets. He added some seasonings to the soup before setting it on low so he could take his time. He walked upstairs, a thermometer in hand. He knocked on the door, making it creak open. He tensed up at Kevin, who was now staring at him with those beady eyes. His face flushed and sweaty, a string of saliva hanging out of his lips before Kevin broke eye contact by gagging and hurling into the toilet, his back tense like a cat.
Timmy asked if he could remove kevins hat so it didn't tip over into the vomit and Kevin gave a shaky thumbs up, still throwing up. He took the hat off. Kevin surprisingly had more hair than he thought, even if it was still short in length. He held his hair for measures, soft but greasy. "Breath moron." Timmy patted his back as Kevin tried to breath, tears rolling down his cheeks from his nervous system activating. "Breath slowly Spencer." Timmy said, his voice soft because he didn't want to be smug in this situation. Kevin's breathing slowed, as his nausea eased. "It's a good thing my idiotic parents enrolled me in medicine, stay here, I know what to do." Timmy stood up, and brought water bottles to the bedroom, and bringing him a bucket. He carried Kevin (like if he was helping him walk yo) and propped him on the bed.
"Drink water so you don't dehydrate, uhmm lie down in a comfortable position, ideally propped up slightly to reduce strain on your stomach.." Kevin had no idea what the nerd was saying, he seemed to be listing with his fingers as he talked. Kevin wasn't hearing anything from him, zoning out and staring at his face. He never really noticed how Timmy's braces glistened in the yellow Flurucent light, or how his dark blue eyes glittered when he talked about something he liked. "Hello?? Earth to Spencer!! dam this idiot tsk.."Timmy looked at him and rolled his eyes, adjusting him to sit on the bed properly since he had fallen backwards and shoved a water bottle into his hand. "Drink." Kevin was actually thirsty so he drank the water in one sip. Kevin asked timmy where his cigarettes where.
Timmy said he would give them back in a bit, Timmy walked downstairs and stirred the soup, pouring it into a bowl. It was warm, not too hot nor too cold. “You finish that, you get your cigarettes back.” Timmy told Kevin . Timmy sat on the computer, his mind locked in. Kevin took a little sip with his spoon and felt a sense of joy he'd never felt before. He felt as much joy as a sociopath could ever feel. He yawned and decided to take a nap, wrapping himself like a worm in the warm, thick blankets. He soon fell into a slumber, his soft snoring easily forgotten by the edge lords fast key clicking.