BEHIND THESE DOORS

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(IM SRRY I KEEP WRITING EYES AND SCREECH POV SKSKSKSK I JUST LOVE WRITING THEM SKSKSKSK)

Eyes POV:

I propped Screech up on the couch. "You good there?"

He weakly nodded. "Mhm... thanks, again..."

"No problem, lo— bro..." I smiled and sat down next to him.

"Did you just call me lil fuckin bro??" He tried to laugh, before he burst out in a fit of coughing.

I wrapped my arms around him. "Yup. That's payback..."

"Payback for what, fool—" he got cut off by his own coughing.

"For being a dick."

"Stop making me want to laugh—!! You'll—" he coughed more, a bit of blood running down his chin.

"Fuck— keep the blood in your mouth, I'll be right back—"

I got up, just to run into Halt. "What the—"

"Oh— heyyyy Halt— Screech is coughing up blood again, mind getting a bag, trash can, anything??"

Halt's eyebrows raised behind the veil and he ran off to the kitchen— well, power walked— and returned with a brown paper bag. "This good?"

I shrugged and took it from them. "Should be?" I made my way back to Screech and held it over his mouth from behind, not bothering to sit down. "Ok, blood into the bag, babes..."

He spat into it, choking out the words, "did you call me babes??"

"Yeah— just focus on the bag, please."

He nodded and kept spitting out blood into the bag. I just wanted to magically stop the bleeding and the pain for him... but at the same time I... ok, shouldn't be having those thoughts, lemme push me out of my brain—

But... they were so... entrancing. No, no— don't listen to your fucking brain— focus on the fact that your friend is THROWING UP BLOOD—!!

I snapped myself out of it. "I'm right here, dear... just get it out of your system."

"Oh shit— is he ok?!" The familiar voice of Rush called out, entering the room and walking over.

"Does he look ok, bitch?!" I snapped my head up to look at him. "Sorry— it's just— high stress, y'know?"

He shrugged it off. "No, you're good, I'm just... concerned. For him."

"Fuck off—" Screech got cut off by his gagging on blood.

"Shhh, babes, just spit out the blood..."

"Mhm—" he whimpered, spitting out more blood into the bag.

"Almost done, bro?"

"Yup—" he spat out, coughing a little. "Seems like the last of it...

"You Gucci?"

He let out a dumb laugh. "Prada..."

"I'm gonna go throw this away..."

He nodded, and I took the bag from his mouth, walking over to the kitchen again, where I promptly threw it out. Gross... but hot.

"What happened there?" Glitch's broken voice rang out.

I nearly jumped. "FUCK— you scared me! Fuck!"

"Oops! It's what I do best... anyways, what's this talk about movie night? Didn't get the invite."

"It's just movie night— we're watching scream one and two." I leaned back on the counter.

"Yeah, the third movie sucks—" she cut herself off. "wait, and I didn't get invited?!"

I shrugged. "Apparently not...? You wanna join?"

"Uh... no... I'll be good. You guys have fun." They gave me a dead smile.

A pang of sympathy. "Nah, dude— come join! It'll be nice, trust me."

He nodded. "... maybe, dude. Maybe. You go have fun, lil bro."

I returned the smile and left the room, immediately jumping up on the couch next to Screech, wrapping an arm around him "hey pookie."

"Hey queer." He looked over at me, smiling.

"You all ready to watch the damn thing?" Halt asked, getting ready to push in the DVD.

"Yeah," Rush commented. "You can cling onto me if you get scared~"

"Shut up, weirdo," Ambush laughed, swatting his shoulder.

The previews began, I got all comfy and snuggled up with Screech... and I got a lil slick and grabbed his thigh. He flinched, but quickly melted into the touch. I leaned into him as the movie started...

"Ghostface is hot..." he whispered, more to himself than anyone.

"Real..." I muttered in response. "Anyone looking at us...?"

"Doesn't look like it— why do you ask?"

"I wanna kiss you.."

"Lips are right here, bud." He tapped his lips.

I looked around and giggled quietly, leaning in, but backing out at the last second. "Got scared..."

"Kiss me like a man, damnit..." he smiled, showing off his janked up teeth... gonna slide my tongue though his gap tooth like a credit card—

WHAT?! WHAT?! WHO SAID THAT?!

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Rush POV:

'So, you got a boyfriend?'
'Why? You wanna ask me out?'
'Maybe. Do you have a boyfriend?'
'No.'
'You never told me your name.'
'Why do you want to know my name?'
'Because I want to know who I'm looking at.'

I had half focus on the movie, half focus on the fact that Halt was right fucking next to me, cuddled up into my side like my AK-74 and a beer at midnight when I contemplate pulling a Hide and shooting my skull into the wall behind me.

They wrapped their arms around me a bit tighter when the scene with Steve gutted like a fish came up— they muttered a quick, "sorry..." and let go. "I get squeamish at gore scenes..."

"Hold on to me all you want, baby girl—" I was cut off by a swift smack on the shoulder from Halt... right, gotta stay quiet... lower my voice...

I took a deep breath. Just lower my voice— can't be that hard?

I wrapped my arm firm around his shoulder, holding him closer... and she wrapped her arms around me in return... and rested her head on my chest...

And it was allll over for me. I was HEAD OVER HEELS WITH THIS BITCH! My heart pounded harder than it ever had before— harder than when I would chase humans— I was sweating, I was light headed, and it all felt so... good?

It felt absolutely perfect, like this was what I was meant to do in life. Sit there with him. And that was what I was gonna do— shut up and love her. I felt like I was flying— flying in a fucking thunder storm and being struck by lightning...

All for this damn bitch. The bossy, know it all, mom of the group... ugh, young love, if only I had it.