Blueprint dug through his pocket to get out his keys, having to shove aside all the sweets Cassis had insisted on him having. Cass apparently had made sweets with Underswap Muffet and wanted Blueprint to try them, and while they were good he didn't want this many. Once he found them and pulled them out he quickly opened the door before shutting it behind him, "I'm back!" he yelled into the house. Thinking it was empty when he didn't get a response he walked over into the kitchen. He carefully took his favorite mug from the cupboard, setting it on the counter as he got out a flavour packet and the apple cider. He poured some apple cider into his mug and placed the flavour packet in it as well. Just as he was placing his mug into the microwave he heard someone walk up behind him. Blueprint turned and smiled softly when he saw Cayden, "Hey, Cayden, how was your day?" After a bit of silence and Cayden's grim expression, Blueprint's smile faded. "Cayden? Is something wrong?"
Cayden sighed, almost glaring at Blueprint, "You.. kissed him."
Blueprint felt his soul stop and his face pale, his eyes widening, "..u-uh.. who..? I haven't kissed anyone but you.." Blueprint tried to lie, only to flinch as his own journal was shoved in his face.
"THAT RAVEN BASTARD! YOU WROTE IT ALL DOWN HERE!" Cayden suddenly yelled.
Blueprint jumped a little at the yelling, stepping back a little. He tried to come up with another lie, knowing he was going to regret it eventually, "I don't know what that is, I didn't write that."
Cayden glared at Blueprint before rolling his eyes, "You really believe such a stupid lie!? It's like you have no thoughts in that hollow skull! Do you take me as some kind of numbskull!?"
Blueprint felt his face get warm as his eyes started stinging with tears. He didn't get it. I mean, obviously Cayden was understandably mad, and maybe he should've told him when it happened, but he didn't get why Cayden was yelling at him like this. He was usually so calm and level-headed about everything, why was he now yelling and even insulting him? Blueprint's mind wandered as he tried to keep himself calm. That was before he felt hands shove him back. His eyes snapped up to see Cayden looking even more upset than before.
"Are you even listening to me, dumbass!?" Cayden yelled, anger painted all through his voice.
Blueprint quickly wiped his eyes as he quietly nodded a little, jumping a bit though when he felt his phone buzz. Taking his phone out to glance at the notification he felt his breath hitch in his throat when he saw that Raven had texted him.
Raven: "Hey, Printy! How are you doing?"
Cayden's eyes snapped to Blueprint's phone, snatching it out of his hand. Blueprint tried to get his phone back only to be stopped by Cayden gripping his wrist. Cayden then opened Blueprint's phone, reading the message Raven had sent, "Does he think he's your boyfriend now!? And why the hell is he calling you 'Printy'!? I'm the only one who can call you that!"
Blueprint looked down, his wrist still being held by Cayden, "..I-I never said that..." he muttered.
Cayden glared at Blueprint, "What was that, bitch!?"
Blueprint felt tears start streaking down his cheeks as he glared back at Cayden, one eye socket going blank as his other eye light changed into a red triangle, "I SAID I NEVER SAID THAT! Did you hear me that time or do I need to speak slower for the baby!? I decide who can call me what! I told him that he can call me Printy! YOU'RE not in charge of that! I am! And with how things are going and how you're acting, you're not going to be able to call me Printy!". Blueprint then pulled his wrist out of Cayden's grip before walking away.
Cayden stood there in stunned silence after hearing the front door open and slam shut.
As he stood there he felt his rage only rise.
But maybe...
He needs to take a different approach to this...
(A little short again but I didn't have too many ideas for this chapter-)
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His Choice
FanfictionBlueprint lives happily with his boyfriend of two years, but what happens when he meets someone new who catches his eye?