•Art Shit & Random Stories•

"Your Love is My Drug..."

It was a late night, and the gang were resting peacefully. Bobal, Bowaev, Bob and Bosip were quietly watching a movie on the couch. Bofo and Bobot in the kitchen discussing personal matters, and Boder reading in his room.

"This movie is boring." Bobal yawned and slouched off the couch.

"Then go to your room, idiot." Bosip glared. All he wanted to do was watch a movie peacefully. But of course, Bobal was here and ready to complain about everything.

Bobal gave a low growl. 'Shit.' Bosip thought. 'I shouldn't have answered-' Bob was resting his head on Bosip's shoulder, but was awoken by Bobal.

"Don't even start it." Bob muttered and then rested his head on Bosip's lap. A slight tint of red appeared on his face. Bobal seemed to notice.

"Tch, fine," Bobal paused, "At least tell your boyfriend to calm his ass down."

Bob opened an eye and scowled at Bobal. "He's not my boyfriend. We're just friends."

Bosip frowned slightly. 'I know you're straight, but I can't help that I love you dammit...' Bosip thought as he ran his fingers through Bob's hair gently.

"Yeah. Sure." Bobal rolled his eyes in sarcasm and turned around to face the screen. Before Bob could answer back, a loud noise could be heard from the front door. The four turned around in surprise.

"HOLA BITCHES! WHO'S READY FOR GAME NIGHT?" Said a blue haired male as he stepped foot in the household.

"Amor? What are you doing here so late?" Bowaev chirped as he almost fell off the couch due to the sudden shock.

"Do I have to repeat myself? Game Night!" Amor said with a grin and dropped a bunch of different games on the wooden table in the living room. Amor looked around. "Where's the others?"

Bowaev had accidentally fallen off the couch. "Boder's in his room, and Bobot and Bofo are in the kitchen!" Bowaev sat up and giggled.

Bobal sighed and got up. "I'll get them." And without a word, Bobal was out of the room.

Amor turned back to the others. "Interesting position there, Bob and Bosip." Amor smirked as he gestured towards the boys.

Bowaev looked over. "PFFFT- I didn't even notice that till now!" Bob and Bosip were both red, looking away from each other.

Although Bosip was embarrassed, he didn't want to take his hands off Bob. Bob on the other hand was red, but he liked Bosip's touch, and his only. "Shut up..." Bob muttered as he continued to rest his head on Bosip's lap. Bosip just gave out a small laugh and continued to play with Bob's hair.

"Anyways, what games did you bring, Amor?" Bosip attempted to change the obvious subject.

Amor just laughed and picked up a brightly colored box. "We playin' Candyland, boys."

Bowaev's eyes suddenly lit up with excitement. "YAYYY! YOU FINALLY BROUGHT IT THIS TIME!" He squealed.

Bosip gave a small nudge to Bob and leaned over to his ear. "I'm gonna beat you this time."

Bob's cheeks slightly reddened. 'Why'd that sound so sexual-' He thought as he turned on his back to face Bosip. Without any warning, Bob suddenly reached behind Bosip's neck and pulled him down. "We'll see about that, pretty boy."

Bosip's face was pure red, but he could only stutter. Bob just smirked and gave a small laugh.

"D-Dammit Bob...Why do you have to be so addicting?" Bosip muttered softly. Bosip leaned back and just put his hand on Bob's head again.