Hyperventilating {BL}

•𝕞𝕠𝕞𝕞𝕪 𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕦𝕖𝕤•

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Elliot's POV:

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I sit silently and painfully in my mother's car whilst she complains once again about the fact I'm 16 years old and can't legally drive.

She's doing this all whilst attempting to put on red lipstick, resulting in her swerving the car like a mad man, it's a miracle the cops haven't been called on us and her face doesn't look like a little kids drawing.

Usually, I'd put up with the public transport system and take the bus and train home, but I had to go through a very tight pros and cons list about if I should suck it up and take my regular buses or call my mum.

"...dragged me out of my work, Elliot. I thought you were fine getting home with that stupid hundred dollar a month public transport card I have to keep breaking my back to pay for."

I put my headphones on and inch slightly forward so my bruised back isn't touching the hard leather of the back of my car seat.

I put some music on shuffle and let the words of indie bands and alternative debut songs drown out my mum's complaining and rambling about something or another.

I stare out the window at the passing cars and homes and trees and people walking down road side pavements and I think about the black haired boy from earlier in the office.

I think about how he laughed and how he talked, how his mood and mannerisms would swap halfway through our conversations and how he acted when that couple came in.

Were they his parents? Did they come in because they heard he had an outburst? Why did he seem to resent them so muc-

I can't ask him that, stuff goes on behind the scenes, maybe they don't care and don't listen, maybe they think he's crazy, or hate him for wasting their time.

Like my mother.

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This chapters a little bit shorter, sorry.

Eat some food
Drink some water
Go touch grass
~ Oli out ~