"Well..it's true, isn't it?"
*He smirked a little and poked his forehead.*
"Short and bratty.."
*He mumbled. But also couldn't stop studying how cute the boy's face was.*
"..fuck off..." *sommer said a little pissed.*
*He chuckled again and crossed his arms.*
"Feisty little thing, aren't ya?"
*He started moving around and walked him backwards, trapping the boy back against a wall with one arm.*
*He leaned down, putting his face only a few centimeters away from the boy's. He smirked again and whispered.*
"Pretty cute too..what year were you born again..?"
"..Do the math dumbass.."
*He rolled his eyes, his smirk still there. He was getting rather amused by the boy's little feisty attitude.*
"Don't get smart with me..I was just asking a question."
*He paused for a moment before answering his own question.*
"2010?"
"..Finally you dumb fuck.."
*He laughed a little and moved his face even closer to his, his nose was just about to touch the boy's forehead.*
"Careful kid..you might get your pretty little mouth washed with soap if you keep talking to me like that."
*Sommer pushed bill off him*
"..Get the fuck off me!.."
*Bill had been slightly taken back being suddenly pushed off. But still chuckled.*
"Damn, you are feisty aren't ya..I like it."
*He just smirked, then suddenly grabbed both the boy's wrists and swiftly pinned them up against the wall above his head.*
*He leaned in again, closer to his face.*
"Don't be so violent like that, hm? Pretty boys aren't supposed to be violent..unless it's in a good way.."
"Fuck off you look like a rapist!"
Sommer said completely going off.
*His eyes widened a bit and his smirk slowly turned into a frown.*
"Don't you *dare* call me that kiddo."
*He gripped both of his wrists harshly, holding them tightly against the wall.*
"One more word out of your bratty little mouth and I'll do something you won't like.."
*he spat, still holding his wrists firmly against the wall.*
*Tears blurred Sommers vision.*
"..please don't do..that.."
*He noticed his vision start to blur, making his expression soften just a little. But he didn't dare let go of his wrists just yet.*
"Then watch what you say..and don't call me a rapist again. Got it..?"
"..ok.."
*He watched him, his frown slowly faded back to his smirk.*
"Good boy.."
*He still hadn't let go of his wrists, he brought his face closer to his again, just barely skimming his nose against his forehead.*
"Don't call me that."
"And why can't i call you what you are. You're being a good boy, ain't ya? You behave a little better.."
*He let go of one of his wrists, grabbing his chin with one hand. He tilted his head up, forcing eye-contact.*
"You shouldn't talk to adults the way you were..you could get in serious trouble doing that. You know that, right..?"
Bill said
"..sorry..."Sommer said
*His smirk grew a bit, he was enjoying this. Seeing how the boy's attitude quickly changed.*
"Aww, look at that. Apologizing like such a good little boy..see, you behave, you won't get in trouble or anything..that's how this works, darling boy..*
*He let go of the boy's chin, moving his hand to pat his messy hair. His smirk was still there, he liked how easily the boy suddenly was behaving so well.*
