𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐄𝐑 𝐂𝐀𝐌𝐏 ─ 𝐘𝐎𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐃𝐀 𝐇.

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"Okay so try not to fuck up your ankles" you're warned about tripping but you don't see anything to trip over. At this point you thought this dude was paranoid about the nonexistent cracks in the pavement

"Bro what are you ta—AH"

"I warned you" he smiles

"You ain't even try to catch me man, you just watched" you rubbed your knee

He works a hand free from beneath the pile of cash in his arms before leaning down a bit, hand held out for you to grab "Here" you gladly accept the kind gesture, slipping your hand into his "there you go" he hums when you've found yourself on your feet again

"You're such a sweetheart" you roll your eyes "now where is this vending machine? You didn't just bring me back here to assassinate me did you?"

He doesn't answer, simply backing away from you

"Aye!" You watched him turn the corner. Now it was a coin toss between following him and possibly getting bodied or just running off and possibly missing the opportunity to raid the vending machine.

You don't have to chose because the boy turns retreats round the corner, his eyes dark and curious "You need me to walk you over here?"

"Promise you're not gonna stab me"

"Sure" he says that and nothing else, simply watching to see if you'll wuss out or not.

"I can work with that" you shrug

"Good" he starts back around that corner

"What are you doing, you said you were gonna walk me back there"

"I trust you can make it a few feet Ms.Y/N" as his voice fades you can't help but be just a little ticked off by the way he says your name

"I take back every compliment I gave yo emo ass" you suck your teeth, trudging forward when you're  sure he's a ways ahead of you.

But when you turned the corner he was right there in front of you.

"GOOD LORD" You shriek "you're too close, buddy" you turn the tip of your nail into his chest, forcing distance between the two of you. Either way he didn't seem to be bothered, chuckling to himself about startling you.

You watch him walk forward, still trying not to laugh at your expense "Quit giggling before I shove my stilettos down your throat"

"You should be careful who you say that to round here" he only glances back at you briefly "some of them are into that"

"Why are you bringing that up when I'm talkin to you?" You ask "Are you into that?"

"No" he says

"I don't kink shame" "it's alright"

"I d—"

"Shhh it's alright" you pat his shoulder sympathetically "you have a violence kink"

"Allegedly" he adds

"Mega weirdo" you bend down just to knock on the glass of the vending machine "this thing looks old as hell" you snicker to yourself, glancing up at the eerily silent boy beside you "Hand me a couple coins?"