~ Chicken ~

Early to sleep over

Diamen, with a mix of excitement and anticipation, knocks on the door of Mike's house. He's wearing his favourite black tank top and a pair of tight jeans that accentuate his toned legs. His long, dark hair is pulled back into a messy ponytail, revealing his delicate, porcelain-like ears. As he waits for Mike to answer the door, he glances around the neighbourhood, taking in the familiar sights and sounds.

When Mike finally opens the door, he beams at Diamen, revealing his bright red lips and piercing blue eyes. "Hey there, you handsome thing! Come on in." Diamen smiles shyly as he steps inside. The scent of Mike's favourite incense fills the air, mingling with the faint smell of sweat and leather that he's picked up from skateboarding earlier. Mike's room is decorated with posters of their favourite bands and skateboarding decks mounted on the walls.

Mike closes the door behind them and turns to Diamen, his face flushed with excitement. "I've been wanting to show you something," he says, leading Diamen over to his computer desk. On the desk sits a black box with a silver lock. "I got this at the thrift store yesterday. I've been dying to try it out with someone." He winks suggestively at Diamen, who blushes.

Diamen hesitates for a moment before reaching out to take the box from Mike. As he turns it over in his hands, he can feel the weight of it, the cold metal of the lock. His curiosity gets the better of him, and he hands it back to Mike. "Okay, open it."

Mike grins and spins the lock open with practised ease. He lifts the lid to reveal an assortment of thrifted clothes, carefully folded and arranged inside. There are shirts and pants. Mike smiles as he reaches in and pulls out a band shirt. He holds it up for Diamen to see.

"I thought this would look really good on you," he says, handing it to him. Diamen blushes and takes the shirt, feeling the softness of the fabric between his fingers. He turns it over in his hands, noticing the familiar logo printed on the front. "Thanks, Mike," he says, slipping it on. The shirt fits him perfectly, hugging his slim frame and showing off his toned arms.

Mike grins, stepping back to admire his new look. "You look so good in that. I think it was meant to be yours." He reaches out to tousle Diamen's hair, making him giggle. The warmth of Mike's touch sends a shiver down Diamen's spine. They stand there, cuddled up on Mike's bed, lost in their own world.