Cake, a sweet desert meant to be devoured and loved by all, but what if someone doesn't want to share?
Terrance is a peculiar boy, one who's quiet and shy, yet bright and colorful. He'd make himself sick and drive himself mad to get the gir...
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There was a lump sitting in Nathan's throat the whole ride home, while his passenger stared out the window, silently wearing a light grin on his lips as he watched the scenery go by. He gave no reading on his thoughts or inner emotions. He looked to be daydreaming, if anything, but there was something off about it that brought the blonde no comfort. He figured he would've said something after leaving therapy, but he just wore that same expression on his face. His knuckles couldn't get any whiter from the pressure put on the steering wheel as he kept stealing glances, waiting for... something.
'What have I done?That was literally the stupidest idea I've had in my life.' He was a fool to think he could trick Terrance. He seemed to see right through his plan within moments. He was more perceptive that he initially thought. That shy, awkward persona he had made him underestimate his ability, but he is as sharp as a tack.
'Why isn't he saying anything?' He felt like he might have a panic attack from the anticipation as he finally made it to their shared house, parking out front before turning towards Terrance with a forced smile on his face. He spoke as calmly as he could, which was a struggle, but he managed to sound like his usual self.
"I'm gonna stop by Sheila, so that we can check out some more apartments. Might stay the night, so don't wait up for me." It was the perfect excuse to stay away from his psychotic friend, completely believable, though he had no such plans readily made. Terrance made not one move to unlatch his seatbelt as he stared at their house. It was unnervingly silent for a good while, making Nathan's palms sweat. "Uh, Terry?" The man with the pink hair slowly spun his head in his direction before a cheerful smile graced his lips as he unbuckled his seatbelt and stepped out of the car.
"Tell her hi for me." With that, the door slammed shut, and he was on his merry way, sending a cold chill down his spine. Nathan's chest constricted as he hurriedly took the car out of park and stepped on the gas, hyperventilating as he drove out of sight, around the corner as a pair of cotton-candy-blue eyes tracked him. Once he felt he was a safe distance away, the blonde parked yet again and fumbled to retrieve his phone from his pocket. His fingers trembled uncontrollably as he searched through his contacts for his girlfriend's number, not wasting a moment to call her. He mutters whimpering pleas for her to pick up, his eyes darting around in paranoia, as if Terrance would somehow appear like in a horror movie. The second he heard her voice on the other line, he slumped into his seat, though still tense and shaky. He felt he might cry out of relief.
"Nate? Hello? You okay? You're breathing heavy." Catching his breath, Nathan chokes down a gulp before speaking in a wavering voice.
