Three Phantoms of You [bxb]

Bricked for a Lego

Kiev:

"What am I even supposed to build?"

I'm literally sprawled out on the floor right now, trying to figure out what I should to do.

It's not really helpful for Nolan to just give me a bag full of Legos without an actual model to copy. It takes the essence of all the pieces being used.

But somehow, he doesn't mind it. He keeps saying that I should just be innovative; that's why he took them all out of the box anyway.

I'll definitely show him how to be innovative once I start building a dick out of all these pieces and throw it on his face. 

Good thing he has also forgotten about the clothes we thrifted earlier, because in no way's hell would I try them, so I'd rather play.

Nolan is just on his bed, scrolling through his phone, not even minding my business. Until then, when I heard a silent shutter, I realized what he was doing. He was taking pictures.

"Are you for real right now?" I ask as he continues to focus his camera on me.

He finally faces me, keeping his phone in front as he smiles softly, watching. "Why? I'm not doing anything," he denies.

I threw him about two pieces of Lego that went straight to his face, which got me a reaction from him. "You better find those pieces later if you keep throwing them."

I continued catapulting a few, aiming straight at him. "I will once you stop taking pictures," I warn.

"Technically, I'm taking a video, not pics, so it doesn't count," he says. "So you better stop that or else–"

"Or else what?" I immediately cut him off. It allows him to think outrageously, which is why I anticipate cutting his words all the time. 

He just rolls his eyes at me, not budging his phone away. Seriously? "Or else, I'll talk to your mom every day to hang out."

Damn it. It seems to not have that much of a consequence, but my mom really does love Nolan, which is why I won't allow him to do that. Literally, every time he asks my mom if I can go out, she instantly obliges. 

That was before, though; however, she still sees us as friends, so it's impossible she'll decline. "No, you won't."

I shot him without a menacing look to catch him off-guard. He knows how much I hate him for it, yet he keeps doing it. So, it's better to threaten him now with my looks. 

"And what's stopping me?" he asks. "You're the one who started it."

Yeah, I was daring him to think of a consequence in the first place, but– "Well, you're the one taking videos without my consent in the first place," I say, blurting each word hastily as I quickly try to grab the camera from his hands; however, he immediately jerked it away.

I lunged by the end of the end instead, falling to the carpet embarrassingly, and, of course, Nolan had the audacity to laugh and capture it all in a video.

"Fuck you," I say with my face still buried in the side of the bed. 

"You really look foolish right now," he reminds as I feel him level with me, his face just inches away from my concealed state. "Fine, I'll stop. I'll just save it first." 

I flip him off as a sign of surrender, even though I couldn't care at all, and stay where I'm positioned.

Surprisingly, Nolan didn't move as well even as I waited, and I can still feel his face being so close if I ever try to gaze up. 

A minute of silence has passed without any words being casted to us both as I feel his hand lightly graze my hair.

He's stroking my head just like a cat in need of soft petting. I'm feeling vulnerable under his touch, and I couldn't do anything but let him caress all my weaknesses.