In between lines [Boyxboy]

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Now it was just Levi and I, waiting, silent, too silent.

"Fuck!" Levi hissed.

"Everything ok?" I asked.

"Fucking peachy," he replied, "My dad can't pick me up anymore. That son of a bitch bailed on me again."

"Oh... Well, I uh- I can maybe drive you?" I offered.

"No it's ok, I'll just walk home, it's not far."

I felt bad, I don't even know why, I hated the guy, but I did, "You can't! It's cold outside, you could catch something."

"I'll be ok." He blankly replied.

"No!" I was mad, why won't he let me help him?! I walked over to the garage door and opened it for him, motioning my arm to let him go first, "Are you gonna go or what?"

"Prick," he mumbled.

I shut the door behind me and we both got into my car.

He didn't say much, just rested his head against the cold window, his nice jaw flexing tens- Wait- no... Why am I thinking this? I hate him, I hate him, I hate him...

And he hated me.

"Thanks," he mumbled, breaking the silence.

I just looked over and grinned.

"Dork," he laughed.

"Dick," I wheezed.

"Mhm, sure." Was all he said, obviously tired and done with the conversation.

The rest of the ride was silent except for the lo-fi music on the radio and the tires against the crappy Michigan pavement.

•••••

I woke up the next day, a Saturday, with a sore back from leaning over to review friends' homework. I layed in bed for a little bit, reading, then I decided to light some incense and listen to a record. This was my idea of relaxation.

I eventually headed upstairs for lunch, getting sarcastic remarks from my family: the dead has risen. He's alive! Look who decided to join us.

"Your cousins are coming over today," my dad informed us.

"Dipper too?" I asked.

My parents nodded, then I got excited.

Dipper was my favorite cousin, always has been, he and I were always marked as the "twins of the family" whenever we were side by side, I didn't mind though because we always had a special bond that twins claim they have.

They only lived 30 minutes away which meant that they could come over a lot.

Once they arrived, I got Dipper's bag and he followed me downstairs, I threw it on the ground next to some piles of books.

"Sooooo..." He said, sitting on my bed, crossing his legs.

"Sooooo?" I asked with a tilt to my head.

"Anything new?" He asked.

"Not really, just track season starting up on Monday,"

"Oh nice," he answered, leaning over me to grab a drink out of the mini fridge.

"What about you?" I asked him.

"Uhhhh... Lemme think, not much really? Me and Dylan are still going strong,"

"Oh yeah?" I asked him. See,  Dipper was bi, he liked girls more but he claims that Dylan is the only exception, I've only meant him once and he was a pretty cool guy, more feminine and scrawnier than me and Dipper. Definitely Dipper's type.