𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐘 𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐋𝐄 𝐁𝐈𝐑𝐃𝐒 .

19.

unedited .. don't say shit to me ab no typos ..

third person's pov.

"kay mama. ill'a talk to you later, okay? be nice to grandma. s'e loves you, s'e just old, okay?"

"...mcht... love you, pua, you call me w'en you see t'e sun and the moon too. mama misses you."

okay"." mahi'ai smiled, his genuine love for his mother somehwat interrupted by his confusion as he finally noticed the shift in his surroundings. mahi'ai wondered if he was genuinely as oblivious as it seemed to be to completely distracted to the point where he hadn't even noticed zayn drive to his house, only realizing when they sat outside the house. mahi'ai eyed the brunette, who blinked lazily without an explanation. "a hui hoa."
"a hui hoa, my love."

as much as mahi'ai would've loved to dwell on the bittersweet remnant of emotion that the sentimental words struck into him, he was much too distracted as he looked over at zayn.

"w'y we at mine?" mahi'ai questioned, somewhat confused as he nibbled on his lower lip.
"ion know. can i come over?" zayn asked, almost careless in the way he presented no options to the perplexd boy.
"uhhhhhh... w'at about sc'ool?"
"i only came to get you and yo fat-mouthed fuckin frien-"
"fat-mout'ed?" mahi'ai questioned, trying to process the audacity of the bitterly muttered words, blinking rapidly as if to try to comprehend zayn's strongly uttered statement.
"yea.. yo friend.."
"s'e is not fat-mout'ed! s'e is pretty and nice." mahi'ai quipped defensively, glaring over at zayn who gave no reaction to the words, only blinking once again.

"you mean ugly, stupid and fat-mouthed... i just said that.."

"stop insultin my friend or you can't come in."
"you'n even know her like that."
"do you?" mahi'ai questioned, narrowing his eyes over at the brunette as he scanned his house. he supposed because zayn had gone through the trouble of picking him up and driving him around when he wasn't even at school, there was something to be owed. the driveway was empty, which meant that both his father, stepmother, and brother were absent from the house, so he guessed there was nothing wrong with having zayn over to eat as he unbuckled his seatbelt. "...an okay. but i need to go back to sc'ool."

"yea, i do, she been fat-mouthed all ha fucking life." zayn said. "and why?"

"cause, i skipped yestaaday and ion want my grades to drop." mahi'ai murmured, grabbing his bag from the back, digging in the side pocket and easily retrieving his house key. zayn followed behind him, chuckling quietly, attracting mahi'ai's attention who whipped his head around at the man he did not appreciate talking about his friend, narrowing his eyes. "w'ats funny, meanie?"
"...nun, mr. perfect. i ain't mean."
"yes you is."
"i ain't mean to you, that's who matter right?"
"you still ah meanie. since you so nice to me, be nice to others." mahi'ai lectured as he unlocked the front door, zayn standing closely behind him. just as he had in the resturant, zayn seemed to have no boundaries when it came to invading mahi'ai's personal space, standing so closely behind him mahi'ai could feel the warmth radiating off of the giant's body. he swallowed silently, grateful when his fiddling hands pushed open the front door, holding in his tense exhale.

"you can't be nice to everyone, t." zayn said, politely discarding his shoes after mahi'ai by the front door. the hawaiian glanced over at the brunette, sitting down his bag as he couldn't help but to inquire about the serious disposition zayn seemed to consistently carry with him like a defense, rarely slipping inbetween the cracks at times. mahi'ai couldn't help but to question where he had retrieved it from, and if so why- or if it was natural.
"w'y not?"
"what for?" zayn tutted. "everybody not yo friend. they smile in yo face and stab you in yo back later."
"na' everyone." mahi'ai pointed out, sitting down at the kitchen island, clearing off the other stool for zayn who glanced down at the insistent boy who's innocent, amber eyes seem to press a sort of realization into him. mahi'ai had absolutely no idea what he was talking about- no idea to whom he was talking to. it was clear by the hurt on the boy's face, one that perplexed zayn as he sat down next to him. "don' let t'em do t'at to you."
"do what, sweetheart?"