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💔Secretly sneaking out☁️ KillerDust

Dust is like JD. He's 16
Killer is just as Crazy. He's 16
Killer's mum married a man with twins, the two were about 13. He could deal with the fantasy addicted one because all he did was read, the other wanted to keep Killer from doing some things.
School au

What could possibly go wrong??

Warning:
Shooting
Guns
Knives
Threatening
Insecurities talked about/mentioned??
Blood
Burning
Stealing
Cigarettes
Vapes
Kissing
Pinning against a wall
Other weird flirty bits
Pining idiots

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Saturday: 6pm

Killer flipped his knife, the red handled pen-knife was caught perfectly ever time. His face was focused on the ceiling though, his body draped across his bed.

He was terribly bored, his mind stumbled back to his friends. He kinda wanted to have a text of some sort, hoping that someone would save him from the inevitable boredom.

With that wish, he gained a message. Killer instantly lost hold of his knife, the blade slipping to bury into his palm. With a loud gasp, the knife clattered to the floor, and he held his hand. It was already dripping with blood, the thin line causing the blood to clot in small dots. It wasn't a bad cut, just a painful one.

He looked at his phone, the message was short.

Meet me at your window

Killer stared at the message, seeing Dust's contact. That high murderer (most likely a murderer, Killer didn't exactly know) found interest in Killer after his and Cross's fight at school, he somehow found Killer's number.

Killer rolled his eyes; his body stumbling to stand up and drawing the thick, ripped curtains. He was instantly shot at, a bullet just skimming his hair.

"What the fuck?!" He whisper-yelled at Dust, Dust's grin was evident on his hidden face. He was stood with his right side facing Killer's way with a gun facing the ground. He had some sort of silencer on the weapon, not to disturb anyone but Killer.

Dust raised his gun once more, Killer ducked under the window. He angrily texted Dust.

What the fuck are you thinking?! Stop shooting me!

Dust stopped, looking down at his phone. He texted back a reply.

Come with me, I want to get some snacks for a movie night.

Killer furiously stood up, his back to the window. He sighed, turning to Dust and holding up his middle finger to the crazy teenager.

Dust sighed, turning to hide in the bushes. His phone buzzed in his pocket, he looked down. Dust's thoughts instantly expected Killer to disagree. His thoughts were wrong.

I haven't got any money, so you're paying for me ;)

Dust grinned to himself, moving round to Killer's front door and sitting on the outer wall.

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Killer grinned to himself, checking his mirror at his makeup. With a quick leap, his room was closed and he was already bouncing down the stairs.

His step-brother, the youngest of the family, had his arms crossed. "Mum said you couldn't go outside until you helped me with the washing up."

Killer rolled his eyes, pulling out his pen-knife at the child. "You'll be a good house-wife if you can be independent, now scram."

The child glared at Killer, "I'm calling mum!"

"She's my mother you idiot, she'll listen to me before you now move before I take your 'tiara'." Killer growled, pushing on his shoes without tying the laces. He hurriedly exited the house and slammed the door close.