"We gotta stop meeting like this." He laughed, leaning into me, kissing my neck in that intoxicating way. He was more addicting than the lines I'd just done in the bathroom.
"We both know that ain't happening, pretty boy." I flirted, pulling his hips into me, letting him push me up against the wall- I didn't give a shit who saw.
He smirked and played with my belt loops, tugging them lightly. "So, Silas, don't be a stranger. How's life treating ya?" He kissed under my ear as he whispered the question to me, pushing my buttons in all the right ways.
I chuckled, not letting him see how much he was getting to him. "Good, yeah. I feel great not gonna lie, love me some good ol' snow."
He laughed, rolling his hips into me in a way he could play off as an 'accident' but I knew better. I knew exactly what he wanted from me.
"Car or upstairs?" I asked, looking up at him, smiling at the way the multi-coloured lights became a dappled rainbow in his deep brown eyes.
"Fuck that. Come home with me." He asked. I could see the way he unintentionally stuck his lip out, he was being genuine and it looked adorable. I should have said no. I always said no. No point getting attached, but my gods...
"Sure, hotshot."
"Silas? Can I have some soup?" Wilbur's voice snapped the boy back into reality.
"Cambell's tomato okay for your highness?" He teased, getting up.
He rolled his eyes and with that Silas went to the kitchen and heated some up for him. He wasn't a bad guy. Overly positive, yes, his type? No. Not at all. But he was cool enough to be friends and co counselor with.
Hecame back to him with his soup, popping some Zyn in his mouth. Will visibly cringe as he took the soup.
"Eugh. I hate drugs."
"Shut up, you're the hungover one."
He shut up at that, and Silas smiled in triumph.
"So...uhm. I'm sorry about making you drag me back."
"Stop apologizing."
He smiled softly, but wiped it off his face. He wanted the smile back on for some reason.
Why did I want that again? Whatever.
SUP. DON'T Y'ALL WORRY I AIN'T GIVIN UP ON THIS DUMPSTER FIRE/MASTERPIECE. (I'm talking to no one *sob sob*) ANYWAYSSSSSS DID YOU LIKE THIS LIL FLASHBACK? WHO DA YA THINK THIS MYSTERY PERSON IS?
FUN FACT: EVERY CHARACTER IN HERE IS SOME FORM OF A SELF INSERT, AND A LOT OF THE THINGS THAT HAPPEN IN THE CHARACTER LORE ACTUALLY HAPPENED TO ME IN SOME WAY SHAPE OR FORM SO THAT'S WHERE I GET MY INSPIRATION. (other than the actually happy relationship that happens.)
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Summer Nights
RomanceSilas never thought he was one for love. In fact, he never thought he was one for any of this. He was 19 and volunteering at a summer camp for kids like him- nuerodivergents. The one problem is- he hates people (other than hookups) and hates kids ev...
