𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙱𝚎𝚝𝚊 & 𝙷𝚒𝚜 𝙼𝚎𝚍𝚒𝚞𝚖 (𝚋𝚡𝚋)

26:What the F*ck Miles!!!

                                                            What the fuck Miles!!!

Elrid couldn't sleep that night.

Tossing and turning he clutched The Lion to his chest. Inhaling the scent of burning incense and flavoured candles. It always helped him concentrate or in this case sleep. But today was like those days; where he can chug one or two sleeping pills and still stay up like caffeine was running through his veins instead of blood. He squeezed The Lion, even he wasn't much of a help. And now that saying something.

Every time he closed his eyes it kept playing the awkward conversation, or in his case lack of it. After Trevor- eh, Alpha Trevor dismissed the meeting Caleb took him to a diner. Where he devoured a whole bunch of hamburgers and two plates of fry with a chocolate shake; but that's not the point. The point is that the ride from there was- to put it simply- awkward. Elrid wanted answers. So, he kept quiet, since he can be pretty overbearing when he was relentless; courtesy to Sylvia Forest.

Then there was the whole parent and ghost buddy thing. where Sylvia and Miles ranted about the out of the blue sleepover. His mom he did manage with some believable lies. Because- come one- how can he say he was kidnapped by his boyfriend's cult because they thought he was murderer. And his mom probably won't care about the tiny little detail that the said cult are not humans when she confronts them with guns blazing. So yeah, Elrid shut his mouth. The burned hands were another story though; which he thankfully didn't have to lie about.

But Miles' interrogation wasn't the same though; the moment the pale blue eyes glared at him like he knows the white-haired boy was lying through his ass, words tumbled out of his mouth like vomits. I mean it's not like Miles can advertise it?? He is a ghost. now Elrid feels bad.

After his monologue, Miles looked at him then started screeching. Screaming he too want a werewolf hunk to pin him against the wall and that he is going to look for some werewolf ghost to do just that and vanished.

His whole life is filled with weirdos and now a mythical cult.

He sighed, turning his head when he heard something rustling outside of his... window?? His nose scrunched. Don't tell me it's another sha-

"Caleb!!" Elrid's ebony eyes widened as the said male jumped into his room with ease of professional sneaker. Huh, Elrid snorted at his thought.

"hey" Caleb whispered. Standing straight he closed the window silently.

The first thing Elrid noticed was his boyfriend was naked- uh half naked. He wore a jean short and a grey t-shirt was tucked into his jeans back pocket. And he stood in front of him in his half naked glory. And glory it is. Just like the boy hoped and expected, Caleb had a whole lot of freckles on his body, even moles; scattered all over his toned body like stars on starry night. Constellations. He wanted grab a pen and connects them.

His hands itched to do just that but before he can dive into the rabbit hole of being a horny-corny mess, Caleb was in front of him. his rough fingertips caressing his cheeks as concern flashed across his now warm stormy eyes.

"You, okay??"

"y-yeah."

"You look flushed" he examined at him.

"it's hot" Caleb eyed his outfit; a black short and a silky dark blue top and his neon socks. His blush deepening at the sceptical look on the male's face.