What started with a random number (BXB) (GAY)

Put me down.

After Red deleted the photo from Emory's phone, he gave it back, still annoyed.
"Stop fucking sulking," Emory muttered, pocketing his phone as he leaned his head back.
"If you want a picture of me to jerk off to, just ask—"
"I'M GONNA STOP YOU RIGHT THERE," Emory interrupted, pressing his hand over Red's mouth. Red grinned before pulling Emory's hand away from his mouth.
"You're gonna be absolutely slumped later," Red whispered, glancing sideways at Emory.
"Yeah? What makes you think that?"
"Em, you're tired at the end of the day if you wake up at seven. What do you think is gonna happen if you wake up at four?" Emory rolled his eyes before responding.
"Then that will be your fault, not mine."
"Whatever you say,"

Emory shifted his position on the couch, lying down face first. He had one arm hanging off the side of the couch, and both of his legs were off the couch as well to not kick Red. Which by the way, he would've done if he had not just been pinned down by the same individual who broke into his house, unauthorized.
"You sleeping?" Red asked, smirking as he looked down at Emory, who was unmoving.
"Mmh..." Emory grunted, not bothering to give a 'yes' or 'no' answer.
"You better wake your ass up,"
"No..." Emory whined, pressing his head against the couch. He wasn't a morning person. Red sighed and stood up off the couch, walking to the other side to stand in front of Emory.
"Let's go, get up," Red ordered, placing his hand on Emory's back.
"Fuck off..."
"Emory Rosewood," Red said, his tone condescending. Emory paused before saying anything. Red had never used his full name before.
"I'm tired," Emory mumbled, still refusing to get off the couch.

Red huffed before lifting Emory off the couch, holding him over his shoulder.
"The fuck? Put me down," Emory grunted, shifting slightly in Red's grasp.
"Hm, no," Red responded, starting to walk towards Emory's bedroom. Emory banged his fists against Red's back as he continued to squirm around, trying to get out of Red's grip.
"Quit moving, you're gonna—" Before Red could finish his sentence, Emory slammed to the ground, the wind getting knocked out of him as he groaned.
"Motherfucker!" He dropped his head down, staring up at the ceiling before turning to look at Red, who was trying to suppress his laugh.
"Oh, laugh it out..." Emory grumbled, standing up off the floor.
"That's what you get for being a pain in my ass," Red chuckled, staring at Emory as he rolled his eyes.
"You shouldn't have picked me up!" Emory snapped, starting to walk away.
"You have ten minutes to get ready!" Red called, still laughing over the way Emory fell.

Emory exited his room after promptly seven minutes, wearing a plain white hoodie and gray sweatpants. He didn't have the energy to throw together a nice outfit like Red did everyday. As Emory looked Red up and down, he was shocked to see that he wasn't in a full suit but instead just a white, collared, button-up shirt and black slacks.
"Like what you—" Red started, trying to tease Emory for staring at him.
"Don't," Emory muttered, he knew what Red was going to say and he wasn't putting up with the flirting shit. Even though it flustered him from time to time, he would never admit it.

Emory pulled put his phone and checked the time. It was 5 AM now, two hours before he should leave for school.
"What time are we leaving?" He asked, putting his phone back in his pocket as he looked up at Red, waiting for an answer.
"6:30, why?" Emory shrugged in response, walking back over to the couch and sitting down. He grabbed the remote off the side table and turned on the TV, switching to the News channel. Red sat down next to Emory and leaned forward, propping his elbows up on his knees and turning his attention to the TV as well.

"New information on the supposed mafia boss in town," The news reporter started. Emory rolled his eyes, he still didn't believe any of this, he thought it was all bullshit. On the other hand, a grim expression crossed over Red's face.
"The man is reported to be hiding out as a school substitute after harming teacher for the position," The man continued.
"This is boring, change the channel," Red muttered, leaning back against the couch and crossing his arms. Emory shook his head and set the remote back down on the table in front of them, which Red then picked up and used to change the channel himself.
"Oh, come on! He was about to say which school, it could've been ours!" Emory whined, frustrated that Red had turned it off.

Of course, he still didn't believe that this was true. He thought it was a made-up story to get more money, but he still wanted to see where they were going with it.
"It's stupid," Red grumbled, ignoring the fact that Emory was upset with him.
"It's not like I think it's true," Emory responded, glancing back at Red, who didn't respond. Emory rolled his eyes again before looking back at the screen, seeing what was on now that the channel had been changed.

It was a cartoony show that featured a black crow and a brown rabbit. The rabbit always wanted to do something and was a hyper little thing while the crow constantly complained about wanting to relax.
"The crow reminds me of you," Emory randomly said, turning to look at Red. Red furrowed his eyebrows in confusion before responding.
"How does the fucking crow remind you of me?"
"Because it looks like a depressed little bitch," Emory answered, a slight smirk staring to form on his face.
"Are you saying I look like a depressed little bitch?" Red leaned forward, locking his eyes with Emory as he narrowed them.
"I mean..." Emory's voice trailed off, he wasn't going to admit it but he definitely wasn't going to deny it.
"Watch your mouth, that's all I'm saying," Red muttered before standing up off the couch and walking to Emory's kitchen.

Emory followed Red, trying to figure out what he was doing. Red opened the fridge and looked inside, his eyes scanning over the contents.
"What are you doing?" Emory asked, walking closer to Red and standing next to him.
"I'm hungry,"
"I can make you something, I'm a great cook." Emory is not a great cook.
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