✧ runaway emo love story ✧

(3) heartbrocken

"Me? Live with y-you?" I couldn't believe my ears, scrabbling to prevent my cup from tumbling down to the tiled flooring. Merely picturing the thought of living with such a hot emo ballsack made my heart do flips in every which way.

Draco nodded in confirmation, for a heartbeat I felt nearly lightheaded. "Yeah," he replied, "I live in a pretty big apartment on my own. I have an extra bedroom, so I figured I'd offer given your situation right now."

"How do you afford an apartment that big on a Taco Bell cashier's salary?"

"I'm the assistant manager, technically."

"Still." I bit my lip, flattered by the offer but not wanting to inconvenience Draco. He seemed to have a lot on his own plate- looking around my age and living on his own already. I suppose we were on the same boat in that aspect, but.. "I hardly know you too," I added. "How.. how can I trust you?"

"It's your call really," Draco offered, understanding my concern. "You could sleep in the storage room we have in the back instead if you want. We take homeless people in all the time- mostly without consent, but like, they make do sleeping on bagged refried beans. I heard they make pretty good beds."

That sentence made my eyes blow wide, and as kind as the offer was, I could feel confusion rise in my chest. "Why are you trying to help me out so much?" I asked, reaching over to fill by cup up as I spoke. The bubbly sea green liquid made a friendly reminder as to how parched and cold I was.

"Because I like your vibe," Draco responded honestly. "You're an emo.. just like me."

I quirked an eyebrow. "How do you know that?"

"Dude.. your hair makes it pretty obvious." Draco chuckled a bit. "Unless you're some kind of poser, it's pretty clear you're a.."

The word 'poser' infuriated me, and I stepped back and snarled like an aggravated wolf. Which, technically, I was one now. "What did you call me!?" I demanded, face flushing red. I gripped my cup so hard it nearly busted, though I was careful not to break it in order to salvage my savory green nectar. I couldn't sacrifice a beverage so pure because of my own raw anger. "A poser?"

Draco's eyes flew open. "N-no!" he tried saying. "I-I was saying that you're not one! You're too cool to be some preppy loser poser!"

I hissed, touched by his words but also frustratingly hangry. "Well thank you for that!" I snapped, turning away to lid my drink and return to my table. "Now if you'll excuse me, I'm going to go and eat my food! Maybe I'll take you up on the refried bean bed, Mr. Assistant Manager of Taco Hell."

Draco made no attempt to follow me, thank god. I sat down and stuck a straw through my drink before sucking away at it like a vampire starved of any blood. I drank my Baja Blast until the cup was practically inverted from how hard and fast I sucked on it. After that, I pulled away and sighed dreamily before tearing into my food. Diablo sauce went on every square inch of my quesadilla-crunchy taco combination, and I made that meal my bitch.

Eating helped fight back against my urge to self harm again, so fortunately I was good to go by the time I threw away my trash and stacked my tray atop the many others above the trash bin. When I turned and spotted Draco approaching me again though, that shit was about to change fast.

I turned and raced away, disappearing into the night with Draco's smooth voice and sexy face calling for me to come back to him. Fuck that.