wallowflowers

have my heart (dylan & braeden)

braeden grazes the surface of his new found problems of growing up while he finds himself with his best friend and that maybe, just maybe, he's attached.

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braeden finds his people pleasing aspects through stars and his clingy attachments towards dylan.

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ages 16-17

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The whistling of the breeze filled his ears, nipping at his face. Leaves blowed, the grass beneath him grazed his skin. Poking into his jacket, the breath of the brunette stood by, softly dozing. The stars danced around the sky, shimmering in triumph of living another day. No care in the world, over the atmosphere, the sky was the limit for them. They could reach out their hands, feel the crisp sensation of victory that he, himself, had desperately craved for. Like the sweetness that rotted his soul, but if he couldn't feel it, he was left bitter.

He glanced over, the darkness flooded his vision, but the slight outline of his friend still jutted out. A soft sigh released from the boy, before he saw his head slightly turn. "Hey." Braeden murmured, a snicker coming from Dylan. "Hey." He replied, his voice smooth, it was like honey. It made Braeden's lips turn up.

He looked back up, his eyes meeting back with the sky. "Why you staring huh?" Braeden glanced back, his brows knitting together. Confusion blurred his mind as he looked at him. "Huh?" He croaked, his voice cracking. Dylan chuckled, he saw his body slightly twitch along with it. Oh my God...

"Oh my God, that sounded hilarious!" Dylan exclaimed, his head stuffing into the ground. "Shut the fuck up!" He pushed his shoulder away, scooting himself away. "What? You don't like me anymore?" He could hear his smile, it caused his heart to jump. "Yes! I fucking hate you!" He yelped, a smile interrupting his harsh sentence. Dylan's laugh filled his ears as he said it. He saw his head slightly throw back. He finally saw his face, not just a barely viewable silhouette. His pale skin shining with the sickly yellow lights. A toothy smile covered his face, his teeth glistening in the light.

The boy looking at him, his pale eyes meeting his. The boy just stared, his eyes hidden with something he couldn't catch. It felt roguish, it made his nerves jumble up, his brain turn into white noise, all he could hear was the slight tap of his heart. The whistling returned, the cold grass that jabbed at his exposed skin tickled, the freezing air chastised his skin. "We both know you're lying." The voice was breathy, a fondness lied deep in it, it was like molasses. It's brown liquid dipped into his skin, dipped into his heart, making the tapping grow louder.

"You have my heart, I don't think I'll be able to get it back even if I wanted to." The words left his own mouth stunned, becoming dry with his tongue doing a small click. He didn't know what he meant, but he knew it was true. Dylan had a part of him he couldn't get back, Dylan entrapped his being. Dylan had a portion of him that gargled with admiration, that bubbled with ecstasy, something that left Braeden bewildered.