No matter how many profanities were hurled in his face, no matter how many times they fought, no matter how many times he said "I hate you", the older male always knew that an "I love you" was never to far to follow.
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Arlo's P.O.V~
His eyes fluttered open, attempting to adjust to the light, but he shut them immediately, the light fixture above him shining brightly, the ceiling fan spinning slowly, providing minimal breeze. The blond stretched his limbs and cracked his knuckles. It was eerily quiet, after all, it seemed to be early morning. The air was frigid and abrasive, Arlo's teeth were practically shaking.
Today was the day huh? He slowly turned to his side, picking up phone from the floor and checked his phone for confirmation.
Yes.
Today's the reunion. All the classes from ten years ago. The first, second and third years would all be there.
He sat up on his couch groggily. He got home from work, stripped himself of his clothes, dropped his aching body on his couch and passed out from fatigue. He had that strange taste in his mouth and he had no idea what was going on anymore really.
His head throbbed endlessly.
His left shoulder however, was more pain than usual. He had gotten an injury while out in the field hunting down a serial killer. The two men had gotten into a full on fist fight, despite Arlo being the taller male in the situation, he was at a disadvantage after he lost his gun and was forced into a car and taken to a different location. An old recreational center in the middle of nowhere and the two began to fight. Arlo got his nose broken in the process when he regained the upper hand and sucker punched him, but not before the killer got him in a bad position and he twisted his shoulder, pulling a muscle.
Arlo, however, being the stubborn person he is, insisted that he was alright, and continued to work like nothing happened. His physical therapist constantly advised him otherwise, even though it was nothing too serious, he could end up with permanent shoulder pain. He was advised to stretch everyday, and even though he does so, the burning sensation was still there. Working as an agent was no joke. It wasn't like how some television shows portrayed it. Life threatening situations were inevitable and the people you love were always at risk.
He stood up, all though reluctantly, sighing deeply.
Arlo, if he was being honest with himself, didn't want to go at all. He wasn't much of a group bonding type of person. His small friend group of seven people including himself, was good enough for him. The blond cracked his knuckles while making his way through his apartment, entering his kitchen. He was sweaty and tired, despite it being early morning. He opened his fridge to disappointment.
