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Walking at the streets, face moist, rain droplets fall from the hanging roofs, my hands hid inside the black leather jacket. A ringing was heard inside the pocketd of my pants.

𝐃𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐃 𝐒𝐇𝐄𝐅𝐅
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𝙰𝚗𝚜𝚠𝚎𝚛 𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚕
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"Good evening, Sir Sheff." I greet properly, continuing to walk at the wet roads where my black boots splashed the muddy water in different places.

"Sweet heart, how many times do i have to tell you to call me Uncle." He chuckled, i chuckled back awkwardly, walking up the hill up to my house.

"Anyways, Is Nic with you?" I furrowed my eye brows, walking up the tiles that led to the front door. I pulled out my keys and spoke- with curiousity and generousity.

"Yea, he's with me." I lied, opening the door. removing my boots and putting my leather jacket to hang by the door.

I climb up the stairs slowly, stomping as my heart beat got deeper. "Oh okay, Be safe." His tone cheered up, as i cough awkwardly.

"Yes, Uncle. Thank you." I say politely, opening my room that revealed an open yellow lamp- which i never leave on.

I jumped as i saw a curly haired boy laying in my sheets comfortable, sketching in his notebook- all peaceful. "Nic!" I close my door quickly as i saw him.

"Oh can i talk to Nic?" Said David on the phone, i hummed, 'uh-huh.'

i hand my phone to Nic and undressed in front my closet, with a baggy shirt and pajamas, giving them privacy to talk.

Nic had hung up, i sat beside the laying boy drawing. "How did you get here." i glare at the boy.

"Window." he didn't dare to spare one glance.

"Really had the courage to do that after we just fought?" I crossed my arms, after i adjust my eyes to his sketch pad, he immedietly closed it.

He didn't respond, "I told my father i'm staying overnight." I stayed quiet- signaling for an apology.

"Okay." He sit up quickly and put his sketch pad on his lap, "Look- I'm sorry, i'll stop aslong as you stop hurting yourself." He looked at me in awe.

"Nic, i hurt myself because you hurt you, not the other way around." He hopped closer, his face was close to mine, he carresed my face as i turn back slowly.

"What are you doin-" before i could finish my sentence, he tried to smash his lips into mine as a i dodged, he went to the part of the bed behind me, staying there as if he was turned off like a toy, his butt arched as the rest of his torso resting.

"What was that!" I shout, absolutely confused.

"I love you." He mumbled in the sheets, parts of his lower back showing. "I love you too, my bestest friend."

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