❝ DO YOU THINK ABOUT ME NOW YEAH, ALL THE TIME... ❞
𝘪𝘯 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘥𝘰𝘸, 𝘪 𝘴𝘦𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘦, 𝘪𝘯 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘳, 𝘪 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘯𝘢𝘮𝘦.
scaramouche has hated childe ever since he first laid eyes on the ginger, i...
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"you're not the same, are you?"
Childe was not the lanky, shrimpy teenager that Scara remembered. Was is possible he got taller? No.. it couldn't be. Or did Scara get shorter? That wasn't the point. The point was, Childe's once boyish appearance had changed into a more mature one.
Scaramouche wanted to say something, but he couldn't bring himself to speak. He couldn't help but stare anyways because Childe was so alluring. There was just something about him that could just drew Scara in.
Childe looked amazing. And as much as Scaramouche hated to say it, the ginger was just a conventionally attractive person.
Wait, what the fuck am I doing? Scara thought, dropping his eyes back to his hands.
He could not be thinking about Childe in that way, ever.
"...Well?" Childe said, noticing Scaramouche's blank stare. He was waiting for Scaramouche's response, even though he knew exactly what it would be.
"Horrible." Scaramouche let the lie slip out of his mouth effortlessly. It was easy for him to lie, since he had been lying since day one.
"Hey! I think I look great, and plus you haven't even seen the best part of the outfit." Childe responded defensively. He flashed a lopsided smile, which made Scara gag. Ew. But he couldn't help but wonder what Childe was gonna show him, so he leaned forward in curiosity.
"Let's see it then." Scara mumbled.
Childe grinned, and pulled up his pant leg, revealing his stupid socks. A pair of lime green socks, with Shrek's face plastered on them stared at Scaramouche. Scaramouche scrunched up his nose, and furrowed his brow. What the hell...
"They're.." He bagan.
"Amazing. I know." Childe laughed, and pulled his pant leg back to his ankle, covering the horredous pair of socks again.
"No, they're horrendous." Scara scoffed, annoyed with Childe's attempt at a joke.
"Don't scoff at me! I don't think your outfits any batter than mine." Childe responded, then sat down next to Scara. The shorter boy immediately felt his chest tighten. Why was he feeling like this? He hoped Kazuha would just hurry up and be there in a few minutes, because the awkward silence whenever he was with Childe was weird. It wasn't like they could just start up a conversation like nothing happened. At least, Scaramouche couldn't.
