Incendiary Hearts

Chapter Ten

So, the story doesn't have many readers, but I'm still gonna write it. I am actually almost finished with it, then I just need to edit the story and post all chapters here before I can begin on my next one (which has already set up camp in my head :P)

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"And then he jumps out of the freaking window and runs down the street in nothing but his boxers, the matches still in his hands," Michael chuckled.

Kevin smiled. "He was obviously on something."

"You don't say." Michael took another chug of his beer.

Kevin was currently laying on the couch, head half off it so he could look at Michael's gorgeous face, take in all its beauty, every so often. Michael, who had moved to sit on the floor, was leaning against the couch, a part of him wondering when the last time was that he'd been this drunk. The living room table was scattered with empty beer bottles and some shot glasses with residues of their crime. It had definitely been a long time since. A very long time since. "Anyways, the police came so we could hand over the suspect to them and refocus on killing the small fire. But not before he tried to bite me, screaming something about needing to kill all vampires, while I held him down."

"Dude, that's messed up," Kevin chuckled.

"Yup," Michael smiled and took another chug from the beer.

"I'm not so worried about the crazy cases, more the fact that people's lives are at stakes." Kevin decided for some honesty. Michael looked over at him but stayed silent. Kevin was staring up at the ceiling, but something told Michael he was seeing something completely different. "What if I mess up?" Kevin said. "What if... what if someone loses their life because of a mistake I do?"

Michael's expression turned grim, he knew first-hand what Kevin was talking about. Guilt gnawed at his insides, but he pushed it away. He lived with it every single day, rightfully so, but he could spare the feelings for one night. "There's always a risk of something like that happening." Kevin looked over at him, eyes somewhat unfocused. "I mean... were no more than humans. And-And humans make mistakes." He sighed, knowing how silly he'd just sounded. "I guess, the only thing we can really do is our best. Every hour. Every day."

He looked over at Kevin when the younger man didn't reply. He could tell Kevin was mulling it over. "Every hour. Every day," Kevin eventually repeated.

"Exactly."

"Well, I'll cheer to that," Kevin said and sat up, reaching over to clink his bottle with Michael's.

"Chee –"

"Oooh, I love this song!" Kevin exclaimed, interrupting Michael as he scrambled out of the couch and started to dance, not caring that the whole room started to spin. It took Michael a few seconds to realize it was a Taylor Swift song that played on Kevin's Spotify. "I'm still a legit Swiftie, you know."

"You're not!" Michael laughed.

"Am too!" Kevin retorted, and then Michael watched with amusement as the young man jumped around the room while singing along.

"We're you on her Eras tour?" Michael questioned, still suspicious.

"If you could see that I'm the one that understands you – standing tickets, baby – see-eh-eh. You belong with me-eh-eh! Mom took me as a birthday gift."

Michael laughed out loud and threw a pillow at Kevin, who completely ignored it and just kept singing along to the lyrics. Blame it on the booze or whatever you may, but there was something special about seeing Kevin like this. So much like his old self, yet so different. The way his body moved, so confidently, yet the singing of those old lyrics Michael had heard coming from Kevin's childhood bedroom a million times while walking past it.