=||_-GUITAR&BASS-_||= ((Whitty x Ruv))

=_-Okay-_=

Next thing you know, Ruv found himself sitting on a futon in somebody else's house. It was the middle of the night, and he couldn't get any sleep. He stood up and walked toward the front door, seeking to get out. Then, a light turned on behind him in Whitty's room. The door opened, revealing the metal giant.

(lol sorry but like- metal giant)

"Ruv?", Whitty said, staring at him. Ruv turned around, staring as well. "Why are you awake?", the bomb asked. Ruv sighed, looking back at Whitty. He couldn't tell him he was uncomfortable, after all it was unkind to say it to a host of the house. Ruv then turned to another reason he was awake.

"I just need a quick smoke...", he semi-lied. Whitty looked at him for a moment. Then, the bomb frowned. "You're uncomfortable, I can tell", Whitty then said. Ruv unintentionally flinched, resulting in Whitty walking over. "It's fine, I get it."

Ruv sighed and sat back down on the futon. Whitty sat down next to him. "I know. You just met me, and you're already spending a night in my house", Whitty sighed. "It's uncomfortable for me, too. I greeted you with a shout and a slur. Honestly, I feel like you should be in a warm hotel, alone with your... sister? Girlfriend?"

"Friend", Ruv corrected. "I do not think of her like that."

"Alright then, friend. Sorry. Uhm- anyways, as I was saying. I feel like you should be somewhere with a person who was nicer to you other than a guy who threatened you. Again... I'm really sorry. Both for the sudden invitations, and for our meeting."

Ruv stared, his mouth opening and closing for a second. "Uhm... It's- It's k", he managed to say. "It's all okay."

Whitty smiled at him, glad that his apology was accepted. "I'm still going to go smoke, though", Ruv then said, standing up and patting the bomb's head when he did. Whitty chuckled a bit. "Mind if I join ya?"

"Not at all."

They both stood outside now, their cigarettes lit. Ruv felt eyes on him and looked to where he felt them. "Блядь", Ruv cussed. There was a police staring at both of them. "Just great", Whitty said, snuffing out his smoke. Ruv did the same. The police grabbed his radio and clearly said something into it. Then the law-abiding man ran at them.

"Time to go-", Whitty said, swooping Ruv up bridal style. "I am NOT gonna get caught today. Neither are you."

"But did you have to pick me up this way-", Ruv said, trying to ignore the fluttery feeling he's been getting lately.

"Yes."

"W H Y ."

"Y e s ."

Ruv gave up, crossing his arms while Whitty went an inhuman speed away from the cop. Next thing you know, there were 5 police chasing them. Two in a car, the other three on foot. "Jeez dude what'd you do!?", Whitty questioned Ruv.

"Uhm- Protected Sarv?", Ruv semi-lied.

"By what."

"Uhm.... maybe... getting rid of... the uh- the threat", Ruv answered, his voice getting quieter. Whitty stared at him for a moment then laughed. "WELL SHIT, WE'RE CRIME TWINS!", Whitty laughed loudly. Ruv found himself chuckling at that comment, even if his face hurt while doing so. Guess Whitty killed a few people, too.

"I also robbed rich people", Ruv added in, shrugging.

"Well damn okay robin hood", Whitty laughed again, now clearly getting kick out of the chase. How the FUCK is he not tired yet? Ruv noticed that Whitty's eyes kept making symbols while he ran. The dude looked ballistic. Maybe his unusual amount of energy came from the fact that he was made of metal. What if he didn't have any muscles that would get tired? Huh. Odd.

"Also, cute smile", Whitty added in casually. Ruv felt that odd fluttery feeling now, but more intense. He also felt his face slightly heat up. God dammit. What are these feelings? Why were they so new? Did he discover a new line of emotions when he met this guy? Ruv felt like he'd never know.

Next thing you know, they were cornered in an alleyway. The police had tasers and guns pointed toward them. Ruv remembered an uncomfortable experience with a taser hand-shaker that Sarv once pranked him with. Those things looked like that hand-shaker's intimidating uncle. Ruv found himself clutching onto Whitty a little more. The Russian had to admit. He was scared. He felt like if they tried to run, they'd get shot or electrocuted. There was no hope here.

Whitty looked down at the uneasy, narcissistic Ruv. He winced when he felt Ruv tighten his grip on Whitty's arm. "Cover your ears", Whitty then said. Ruv looked over at him, but then covered his (ears? head? does he even have ears?) 'ears'. Then that familiar ear-ripping guitar played again. It was loud and long. Eventually, the police fainted and some glass broke.

Whitty immediately ran, picking up a taser and gun along the way. He went to the back of the apartments, getting let in by Carol. Ruv uncovered his 'ears', feeling extremely light-headed. Whitty was louder than his hands could block. Ruv's head was just pounding and he felt very limp.

Whitty went inside of the apartment and put Ruv down on the couch. The Russian curled up a little bit, grabbing his pounding head. It felt overly hot, yet cold at the same time. He could hear the blood rushing in his mind. All of this ended up resulting in a small whimper from the striped lad. Ruv could even feel a few tears stinging at his eyes. Carol had just gone straight the fuck back to sleep, giving NO shits.

Whitty frowned, knowing that he caused Ruv this pain. He sat down next to him, putting Ruv's head on his lap and running his fingers through his hair. It caused the Russian to feel a bit more relaxed. Then unexpectedly, Whitty kissed his forehead. Then he put Ruv's head back on the pillow that was put there and put a blanket over him.

Again, that fluttery feeling came up. Ruv's face heated up as well as he watched Whitty walk back into his room and close the door. He now understood the emotions that he was experiencing.

Ruv had a crush.

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(ETERNAL INNER SCREAMING)

Ahem- anyways

Hope you liked the chapter!

Art by Wings_Of_Beat47!