Aaron T. x Aaron Z. - One-shots

Moonlight

3rd person POV:

Busy on the weekend, caught up in his own small world. Caught in hesitation.

Was this right? Was this.. worth it? Questions that flashed in T's mind over and over again as he ran under the moonlight.

He settled himself by the sea side, sitting on the sand. He looked up at the moon, "I'm a mess.." He sighed and laid down on the sand, still staring at moon, finding it mesmerizing.

"I'm a mess too" A boy, his age, or maybe older than him, giggled. T jolted his body up in fear of being found by his so-called parents, wanting to get him again. "W-who are you?" The younger stuttered, scooting away, creating a good amount of space between them. You can't blame him, he's just being cautious.

The boy, laughed breathely, making T frown, how can this boy laugh so freely? Still laying on the sand, the other boy turned his head to the side, "I'm Aaron. You are..?"

T looked at the boy straight in the eye for a good minute before answering, "Aaron, Aaron T."

Z smiled, "I guess I'll call you T then, and you can call me Z." T let out a small breath and mumbled a small 'cute' to himself.

Z patted the space beside him, telling T to lay back down. To which T complied to and layed down the sand. Both not caring if sand would get in their hair or clothes.

Comfortable silence filled the air until T wondered, "Why.." the older hummed, not tearing his eyes off the moon and sky showing such, such beautiful stars, ones hes never seen before. just like the star beside him.

"..are you here?" Z sighed, hes been asked many questions but no one bothered to wonder, why is he really there? Is he even supposed to be here?

"Ran away" Shrugging his shoulders as if its so normal for a boy like him, in his age, to run away and end up in the sea side with another run away boy. But of course, Z didn't know that- yet.

"Oh. Uhm.. ok then." T whispered, contemplating if he should tell him hes a run away boy too. The younger male didn't know if what hes doing is really running away. Sure, hes far away from his home and where he really came from but, he didn't know where to go which led him here, on the seaside with a small bamboo house. small and hidden with in the tall palm trees. That house, it was T's ever since, no one knew of it but he'd always come back to that once in a while when he cant seem to find himself.

Yet here he is, thinking if its really right to leave everything and everyone he had behind. Start anew by himself, in his own little yet peaceful, seaside, bamboo house.

"T? T! Your talking in and out of the subject, are you ok?" Z whisper-yelled, finally getting T to snap from his thoughts. "I-i'm sorry, what were you saying?" Feeling heat creep up to his cheeks, creating a light shade of crimson, T looked away embarrassed.

Z sighed and laid back down, staring up at the sky before asking, "Why did you ask me why I was here?" T didn't know what to answer, his head was telling him to say that he also ran away, but saying that would lead to Z asking why he ran away. Which he didn't want to talk about. If he said that he lives here and that his house is in the far back hiding within the trees, Z would still ask why. Why does he live here when the city is quite far from the sea they're at.

"Nothing.. I was just wondering. It's not everyday you find an attractive man laying with you on the sand at midnight." Glad with the way he avoided the question and diverted the topic into blatant flirting, T just hoped that Z would stop asking question as he didn't want to entertain any of them anymore.

"Well.. what about you? I just saw you.. laying there, kinda thought you were dead but you suddenly spoke up." And just like that, T's attempt of dismissing such questions, didn't work.