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

Non-existent apology.

"So let me get this straight," Emory began, a small smirk forming on his lips. "you, Red Kipper, are jealous of me hanging out with a friend?" Red didn't respond for a moment, he just stared at Emory silently.
"I don't want you near him," Red replied, his voice surprisingly calm, even though he had just been yelling.
"Give me a good reason why,"
"I don't need one. Stay away from him." Emory scoffed, shaking his head as he bent down to pick his groceries back up.
"I'm going to his house on Tuesday. You're not boss of me, you aren't stopping me," Emory stated, beginning to walk to his car.
"You know what? Fine. Go to his." Red called after him, putting his car into drive and leaving the parking lot.

Emory sat in his car for a few minutes, thinking about what had just happened. "Why does he care if I go to Tyler's? It's not like he's my fucking boyfriend." He thought to himself, sighing as he put the groceries down in the passenger seat.

He took out his phone as it buzzed in his pocket, groaning as he read the notification.

New message from 'stalker'.

Although it was very unsurprising to be receiving yet another text from Red, Emory still felt a sense of eagerness to open it.

Wake up before 11 AM tomorrow. I'm coming to your house at 12, make sure you're ready to go out.

Emory scoffed as he read it, rolling his eyes as he responded.

Why?

Think of it as you thanking me for the watch and apologizing for making plans with Tyler.

I don't apologize but sure.

Red then left Emory on read. How ironic.

Emory groaned as his alarm went off. It was the weekend and he had to wake up at a designated time because of Red. He huffed as he sat up, stretching his arms before he grabbed his phone and got out of bed. He did his morning routine by 11:50, which consisted of showering, brushing his teeth and hair, getting changed, and sometimes eating breakfast or lunch. (Which he didn't do today, as he was expecting Red to take him to get food.)

He was wearing plain clothes, a black, loose t-shirt, and baggy, green cargo pants. He didn't think anyone would go someplace fancy for lunch.

There were a few knocks on his door before he opened it, staring at Red for a moment as he looked him up and down, analyzing his outfit. It was simple once again, but this time he was in all black. A black, button-up shirt, black slacks, and a black belt.
"You look emo," Emory muttered as he stepped out of his apartment, closing and locking the door behind him.
"And you look like a poor bitch. I bet the most expensive thing you own is that watch. The watch I bought for you," Red retorted, smirking slightly as Emory frowned.
"That's very disrespectful."
"You're one to talk. Being disrespectful is your whole personality." Emory rolled his eyes and chose not to engage any further, which was surprising on his part.

As they approached Red's car, Emory saw that he was back to the black SUV and furrowed his brows.
"Why not your Corvette? That's easily your best car," Emory questioned as he stepped into the SUV.
"If you don't like it, feel free to walk." Emory paused, if Red had made him before, nothing was stopping him from making Emory walk again.
"I think I can manage," Emory muttered, rolling his eyes as he waited for Red to start driving.

Roughly 15 minutes later, Red pulled into the parking lot of a small restaurant. It definitely wasn't fancy, so Emory didn't have to worry about acting 'elegant' and shit like that.

They stepped out of the car and started walking to the entrance, Red glancing at Emory before they got inside.

A waitress approached them as they entered, she appeared to be young, probably younger than Red but older than Emory. It was safe to assume she was 20 or 21. Somewhere around there. Emory looked her up and down, he didn't like the look of her. She was blonde and had boldly applied makeup on. She reminded Emory of some pick-me bitch.

"I'll be your waitress, would you guys like a table or a booth?" She asked, her voice was high and annoying in Emory's opinion.
"Booth. Tables are shi—" Emory started before Red smacked him in the back, causing Emory to stop talking.
"We'll take a booth, thank you," Red stated, smiling at the girl. She nodded and returned a smile before leading them over to a booth.

They both sat down and Emory slouched in the booth, rolling his eyes as he looked at the waitress.
"Can I get you started with a drink, sir?" She asked Red. Just Red. Emory scoffed and crossed his arms, his irritation increasing.
"I'll take a water. Emory?"
"Dr. Pepper, thanks for asking ma'am," Emory responded sarcastically, narrowing his eyes at the girl, who scoffed slightly before turning away.
"She's pissing me off," Emory grumbled, turning his attention back to Red.
"Deal with it for now, she'll be the one pissed off later, trust me," Red responded, a slight grin spreading across his face.

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AUTHORS NOTE:
I finished this at 2 AM and I have to wake up for school at 6 AM. I'm gonna be honest, my sleep schedule is shit.

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