dear peepe boy

climax (i climaxed)

“I think I’m in love with you.”

“no ur fucking not bro”

“I am :// .”

“Are you okay Mire.”

“no, Im not…. You are the only thing I’ve been thinking about since we first met, your stupid fucking band shirt and shitty guitar playing skills are just too hot . And I cream my pants a little whenever u insult me… I’m so helplessly in love with you and I don’t know if I’m okay with that Cuz that would make ma gay and stuff..would u dress up like a girl for me or something..i don’t wanna be gay via...”

Via slowly let Mire escape from his loosened grip. His normal. eyes were practically flashing like alarms at all the red flags he was seeing. His thin lips curled into a grin because his taste in men was so shitty

“I think I love you too…ig..”

“woah”

“but…I don’t wanna dress up like a girl. You need to come to terms with your sexuality mire..”

“I guess I could try…for you..heh..”

“promise?”

Mire hooked his sticky pinky finger with Via’s before pulling him into another hug.

“I promise.”

After almost half an hour of awkward hugging and small talk, Via decided to lighten the dull atmosphere.

“so are we a thing. Like.. an item?”

“uhh yeah..”

“Oh. I regret this already.”

Mire stood up to head back to his house.
“that’s most of our checklist gone already.”

“true.”

“numbers 3, 7, 8, and 9.”

“this is so cringe”

Mire approached the door before giving a final wave of goodbye to which Via reciprocated.

The sunset was a dusty lavender patterned with intricate detailing of multiple shades of blue. The moon was a white crescent and the stars were only beginning to peek through the colours.

Via sat at his window, phone in hand, spreading hate online and making people kill themselves.  Mire dreamily gazed at him from his own window. Wow..

“what’s got you so happy, goon boy?”

“you.”

“Ew.”

“ok..”

“so you love me or whatever..”

“yes.”

“oh.ok.”

Mire just stared at him with the most dead eyed expression via had seen in a while.

“you want to score off another mark?”

“what were you planning?”

“my dad is an alcoholic, just like you. I could probably get us something.

“poggers..Meet at the tree at 9.

“Ok..”

Mire pulled his dusty curtains shut before rushing to the cellar. He carefully collected alcohol from his fathers super secret stash instead of just making via bring his own fucking dumbass.

He decided to wear something subtle. A super kawaii t shirt with his favorite big boobied anime waifu on it. And whatever else he was wearing I don’t fucking know man, sure enough Via was waiting where he’d promised, sitting with his legs folded on a grey floral fleecy blanket.

He was wearing a super sugoi shirt or some shit.

He VERY enthusiasticall waved, holding a peach flower crown and a blue one; the one he’d crafted earlier.

“Hey honey pookie bear.”

“oh.”

“Whatever.”

Mire stuck out his tongue before sitting beside Via. Blehhh :P.  Via shifted, placing the blue flower crown on his life long mates head.

“looks nice.”

“Was that sarcasm”

“obviously.”

Mire frowned. he fiddled with the metallic lid of a faded glass bottle he was holding.

Via picked up a nearby brown bottle, swirling the contents before taking a huge swig.

He immediately choked and began laughing. Mire laughed as via was fucking choking to death.

“Are you okay”

“no.”

Mire sniffed the bottle, the familiar pungent aroma like washing products filled his nostrils.

“vodka, I think.”

“it tastes like piss”

“you know what piss tastes like?”

Silence.

Mire was sipping a bottle half full mystery white liquid. The flavour was flavourfull.

Via flopped forward droopily. He hugged Mire’s leg.

“gooner.”

“What.”

“I think you are drunk.”

“no shit dude”

Mire sighed. And after like 20 bottles or something

Via was drunk.

So Mire had to hold up his end of the promise and plunge himself into a drunken state.

Mire couldn’t remember much from there but what he could remembeir he’d never forget.

Scattered empty bottles of alcohol paved the forest floor around the two boys. They were both groaning loudly.

Mire sat cross-legged with Via lying with his head in
Mire’s lap.

“Mire poo..”

“Via shuckums.”

“theres something small poking the back of my head.”
Via said. His head in mires lap still.

“I’m hard.”

“Oh.”

“yeah.”

“are you sure?”

“Rock solid.”

“oh…its really tiny....”

“youre so romantic.”

Via reached up, grabbing Mire’s neck staring into his gorgeous black orbs and pulling his face to his own. Their lips collided in a flurry of passion and love and fucking I don’t know. Mire let his body go numb like a ragdoll , via having to hold him up.

It was messy.

Very messy. Drooly goopy gooney, they sounded like they were drowning.

Via pulled away and coughed from how bad mires breath smelled. His long eyelashes gorgeous  beautiful eyelashes fluttered slowly.

“pissboy. That’s what I’ll be to you.”

Then darkness.

Mire couldn’t recall how he’d passed out, or how much he’d drank after that.

Or where Via went.

Or when he’d been taken to prison. For homocide.