it's giving enemies to loversss

why is this turning into an actual story wth

a/n: watching black lagoon as i write this

《09.02.24. finally trying to write ts no I'm not watching black lagoon but it is 12 in the morning and I'm gonna fucking end it all 》

( 10.09.24 yea that never happened but we are back and trying again like a couple in their 30s/40s for a kid it's also 11:03 PM 😆 )

Xander's POV:

We arrived at my house a few minutes after since my place wasn't far from school. Ironically enough, the doofus needed a ride anyway. Somehow it was calm too, the animal actually is trained when in the presence of other people! 

When we walked into the house, my dad, like he usually hasn't been for the past few weeks, was not here. He'd been taking more shifts at the hospital so I never really saw him much. The house was so empty without him.

"So, where's your room?"

"Huh? Oh, upstairs follow me." Shit, I guess I spaced out.

We walked up the creaky stairs into my room, posters of my favorite bands, shows, and movies covered the dark blue walls. Scott Pilgrim Vs The World, Into the Spiderverse, MCR, P!ATD, and so many more. My shelves had stuff I collected over the years like this one rare Batman figure my dad got me for my 10th birthday. I looked at it in awe as Jay picked it up...

Wait. Jay picked it up?

"Huh, why is it still in the package?" he asked as he ripped out.

"NOOO, don't!" I screamed. But it was too late.

The sudden scream seemed to have scared him, and the now bare figure dropped to floor this time as he jolted at stepped on it. The beautiful thing I admired was now in pieces.

I looked in horror. That thing meant more to me than my own life. I may have mentioned I haven't seen my dad around the house for a weeks.  Well, scratch that, let's say a few years. We used to have it good together. My mom was out of picture by the time I was out the hospital which left me and my dad alone, but that didn't stop him, he was the best father ever with him and my against the world. I never questioned needing a mother because he was already just enough. That then changed when I turned 10, the party was good, all my friends were there, we even went out to eat. When he got me the thing, it haven't meant much to 10 year old me, who thought it was just another silly toy to go along with the other ones I had gotten, but as I got older, he got more cold and distant, leaving me in the dust. That dumbass toy was the only thing I had to remind of the gold ole' days with me and my father. Now I never actually saw him even in the house, almost like he avoided me, there were always just traces of him being home every now and then. But now, the toy simply laid in the carpeted floor, in pieces.

"Shit, I'm sorry, I'll get you a new one."

At first I think I'm about to pass out but I'm also frozen still, tears in my eyes. Then I see red.

"YOU DUMBASS! DON'T YOU KNOW NOT TO TOUCH SHIT IN OTHER PEOPLES HOMES? GOD DAMMIT, I KNEW YOU WERE STUPID BUT THIS REALLY IS THE CHERRY ON TOP. I THOUGHT FOR ONCE WE COULD BE CILVIL BUT I GUESS NOT!" I yelled at the top of my lungs, my voice echoing throughout the house.

"Jesus fuck, okay, well I said I'm sorry. I didn't know you be so bitchy over a toy. How old are you anyways, 8?" he said. I've heard that bullshit before, I wonder when he's gonna stop spouting it.

"God, Jay, we were supposed to do a project, work on the shit for an hour, 5 max, and yet as soon as you walk into my room, you fuck something up. You never fail to amaze me with your stupidity, honesty." I'd say I was starting to calm down but that would be a lie. "And get me a new one my ass," I rolled my eyes, "That thing was 500 bucks, only 100 others in the world! And from my dad at that. Plus, as soon as you walk out of here, you'd have forgotten everything that happened here within' the second!" I can't believe this fucktard is a real living person. He's a sorry excuse for one.

He looked shocked.

"Oh, well, I- uh..." he stuttered, looking down, trying to find words or some sort of excuse like he always has whenever we got into fights. Pathetic. "Look, man, I know we have our ups and downs, but I can pay you back somehow...I'm sure of it." His tone changed and he looked up...and was he - smiling? He does that when he has a plan. I hate it.

"Oh, yeah, and what's that?" I rolled my eyes once more.

"I don't know, maybe, my body?" He was smirking now, as if he was sure his plan was foolproof.

"What." I'd spit out my water if I had any. Like sure, maybe I had been eyeing him for the past week or so, but, I'm only a man! Not like he knows I want him to begin with. Anyways, he can't just offer himself up and think I'd say yes. Obnoxiously entitled bastard. 

"C'mon, I know you steal glances of me whenever you don't think I'm looking. There's no harm in having fun Xander, and it will be fun, I can promise you that. One little fling won't hurt, will it?" he said in a sultry voice, tying his jet black hair into a ponytail.

Well, he's...not wrong, is he? One little taste to get me off the edge won't hurt. And just look at him, waiting to be devoured. No. I'm stronger than that. Aren't I?

I look him up and down, down and back up. My arms have uncrossed and I see red again, but for a new reason. I can feel Jr. poking out in my pants. Aw, fuck. So much for being strong

"Xander," He calls me back to earth, dragging the"r" in my name, "So is that a yes, or no? Seems like the little dude in your pants says yes." the ethereal looking boy was sitting on my bed now, tempting me.

Fuck it, we ball. "Fine." And then I'm on him, because after all, I'm only a man.

(a/n: 10.09.24, 11:57 PM. I cooked, won't edit 'till later though ‼️ n e wayz i am gonna read another book then eepy time )

(a/n: 10.10.24, 10:17 this is so fuck ass i need to do my work)

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