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💔Not-so-secret staying in KillerDust Part2

Discontinued. Just gotten off of the fandom and writing in general and it feels like it's sorta childish for me to still like it. Sooo, lest hurrah with this shitty thing.
Requested by @Thebestshipever

Friday: 4:30pm

He was going to be 18 next week, this was all rather exciting. His boyfriend of 2 years (although they were shaky right now) was already 18, with a very large amount of girls on his trail. But he said he loved him, not that it was really that upsetting, they weren't really that good together.

The hood he was wearing grew heavy, rain drops staining the blue a dusty grey; his shoes were soaked as well. So squelching his way towards a small cottage with a large amount of dead plants around, he had made it home. This all felt more depressing than it should be, the grey tones of darkness swallowed his happiness.

Not that it mattered. Nothing really mattered at the moment. He sniffled slightly, wiping his nose on the side of his sleeve.

However tired and unmotivated he was, he unlocked the door and closed it behind him.

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"Mm~! Kiss me, come on! Kiss me, he'll never know~" a girl whined, leaning up at him with more enthusiasm than the guy he loves ever did. This is what he wanted, someone who thinks he's the world.

But he pushed her away, "fuck off." He was bored, his throat burned and his shirt was all sweaty. Why did he agree to go to a party?

Crossing his arms, he decided to walk home. Just as the rain had started, not that it really mattered his boyfriend wouldn't really care if he was making out with that girl (the same girl who had found satisfaction in humping a large football player from their school) and loving her like an actual relationship.

A car sped passed just as he had gotten to the curve of the street, splashing mucky water all over his shirt - which shouldn't be anywhere close to rain let alone puddle water. It was a black, now see-through, although you could obviously see the target tattoo on the centre of his chest. His jeans were a bit too tight too, a deep blue which tightened at the thighs and widened all the way to the ankles, to show a pair of mucky trainers he had borrowed from his boyfriend.

He was still walking though, a bit achey and mind-numb, not that it truly mattered because he knew where he was going. Around the corner, past the shop, through a couple alleys and it's the house at the end.

So he swayed on the pavement, stopped by the shops to pick up a packet of jammy dodgers and a few cans of Malibu before carrying on.

The house looked more dead than it used to, the plants were dead (which was a shame because last year they had bloomed so beautifully) and the brick work now seemed less inviting. The door itself seemed dull, boring into just swinging.

Killer knocked anyways (In the back of his mind he asked himself why knock at your own house?) and was greeted by an elderly man, a man that was around late 50s now but he'd been through a lot which had aged him. He'd got the start of a white as snow beard and quite a large amount of wrinkles on his forehead.

"Killer, it's 12:00am, what are you doing here?" He asked in a tired voice, his emphasis was on the 'are' and 'killer'.

Killer gave a grin, the likes of which you'd make after being told by God you were awesome, and passed over a packet of Oreo's (not the he remembered he had bought them with the jammy dodgers), "for you, hope you're doing alright, can I come in?"

"Only if you're staying over, I don't have the heart in me to push you out in this weather. Let me go make some hot chocolate, Dust is in the living room." Oh, Killer had instinctively gone to Dust's house instead of his own.