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

To make it up to you.

The first thing Emory saw when he woke up was Red leaning against his bedroom wall, staring at him. 

Emory sprung up immediately, furrowing his brows as he glared at Red.

"What the fuck are you doing in my room?" He yelled, throwing a pillow towards Red.

Red caught the pillow effortlessly and tossed it back onto the bed.

"I was bored," He responded with a shrug of his shoulders, hoisting himself off the wall and walking towards the bed, sitting down at the edge of it as he looked at Emory.

"Oh, you were 'bored' so you decided to watch me sleep? You creep," Emory scoffed, rolling his eyes as he leaned back against his bedrest. 

"Yes, that's exactly what I did. How's your throat?" Red's eyes traveled down to Emory's neck, clearly analyzing the bruising. 

Emory huffed as he brought a hand to his neck, rubbing it for a few seconds before dropping it back down.

"It's fine, it only hurts a little when I talk," Emory answered. It was mostly truthful, but Emory loved to talk and a little 'sore throat' wasn't going to get him to stop. "Does it look fucked up?" He asked, grabbing his phone off of his nightstand to look at himself in the camera.

"Yeah. You look like a little thief," Red responded, grinning slightly.

"It looks cool though. I bet you wish you looked as cool as me," Emory teased, winking playfully at Red, who just rolled his eyes in return.

"Oh, because I definitely would love having bruising on my neck because my weak ass couldn't protect myself," Red muttered. Emory kicked him in the side, earning a small grunt and a smirk.

"Fuck you, dude. At least I'm not some shitty narcissistic asshole," Emory grumbled, crossing his arms over his chest.

"Although I am proud of you for using such a big word, I believe that you're the narcissist here. I went out of my way to save you from that little friend of yours, while all you do is talk back and have an attitude," Red responded, shrugging his shoulders slightly as Emory rolled his eyes, irritated. 

"I didn't ask you to come," Emory stated, kicking Red in the side once more. 

"Emory, Darling, you called me," Red replied softly, smirking as he held eye contact with Emory for a few seconds, Emory being the first one to break it.

"Oh, bullshit!" Emory hissed, raising his leg to kick Red for the third time, but being stopped by Red grabbing his ankle and swinging it off the side of the bed, causing Emory's body to follow suit, ending up with him lying on the floor. 

Red snickered, staring down at Emory who glared back up at him with an angry expression.

"Great, and now you're throwing the injured boy around," He muttered, standing up and flipping Red off briefly. 

"I was letting it slide the first two times. You should've stopped at that point," Red remarked, that same stupid grin still plastered on his face.

"You know, you should make it up to me," Emory added with a smirk, staring at Red as he waited for a response.

"How so?" 

"You could take me to the store with a budget of..." Emory paused, thinking. "a budget of $10,000." 

Red scoffed, looking Emory up and down before standing up, towering over him and crossing his arms over his chest as he looked down at Emory. 

"$10,000? That seems like a lot for some mere compensation," He responded, tilting his head to the side.

"You're rich, Red. You can fucking afford it. If not, sell one of your fifty fucking cars," Emory persisted, tapping his finger against Red's chest. 

Red gently took Emory's hand in his, holding it in his grasp as he held eye contact, taking a few seconds before speaking.

"Normally, I don't like shopping for people. But I'll make an exception for you, Darling," He complied, squeezing Emory's hand slightly before letting go. 

Emory looked down at the floor, a slight blush forming across his cheeks as he diverted his attention. 

"Okay, yeah," He muttered, clearing his throat. "I'm changing, I'll be out in a second."

After approximately ten minutes, Emory walked out into the living room, wearing an annoyingly bland outfit in comparison to what Red had on. Emory was dressed in baggy cargo pants with a camouflage pattern and a baggy white t-shirt. 

"No," Red simply stated, barely sparing a glance to Emory.

"What?" Emory asked, confused. He furrowed his brows as he glared at Red.

"I'm not spending 10-grand on someone who dressed like a homeless rapper," Red further explained, motioning towards the bedroom. 

"We've been over this. I don't have nice clothes," Emory grumbled in response, putting his hands in his pockets.

"You have jeans with no rips, put those on. You can keep the white shirt, but use the tie from the suit I bought you a while ago. Then put on the jacket I lent you," Red ordered, pointing towards the bedroom once more.

Emory walked back out a few minutes later, adjusting the tie around his neck and tugging on it slightly. 

"Is the tie really necessary? I don't like it," He complained, pulling on it. Red took a step forward and analyzed Emory's outfit.

"You look much better. Keep the tie on," Red answered, patting Emory's cheek before turning around.

"Where you wanna go, hm?" He asked, grabbing his car keys off the counter and walking out the front door, Emory following behind him.

"You should buy me a chain necklace," Emory replied, making his way to Red's car and getting in the passenger seat. 

"Yeah, because that's worth $10,000," Red muttered, rolling his eyes. Emory scoffed, narrowing his eyes at Red.

"Do you want me to spend your money?" Emory retorted, slightly agitated.

"I want you to buy whatever the fuck you want," Red responded, pulling out of the apartment parking lot. 

"Okay, then buy me AirPods Max. Silver, preferably," Emory said, leaning back against the seat.

"How much are they?" Red asked, glancing at Emory for a split second.

"Like $500? I don't know," Emory answered, shrugging his shoulders.

"Only? And you wanted a budget of $10,000?" 

"Well, what do you want me to ask for?" Emory snapped, getting annoyed. "A fucking laptop or some shit?" 

"Sure," 

"Fine. Buy me the..." He paused, pulling out his phone and searching up 'expensive MacBooks' on google. "MacBook Pro M3 Max."

"Fine by me. Is it actually worth something this time?" Red questioned, tapping his hand against the steering wheel.

"Yeah, over $3,000," Emory answered, putting his phone away as he waited for a response. In Emory's opinion, it was a lot of money. But to Red, it was apparently spare change.

"I'll buy it for you, no problem, Em," He replied, tapping Emory's shoulder once before turning his attention back to the road, pulling into an Apple store shortly after.

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AUTHORS NOTE: So, I know it's been a month, but I'm experiencing some issues that are resulting in me not being able to post, nor having motivation to post. I don't know how this format is going to look, as I'm not using the app, and instead using the website, but I hope it doesn't look bad.

For further context, I got restrictions put on my phone and now I can't download apps that are rated for ages 17+. (What the actual fuck.)

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