What started with a random number (BXB) (GAY)

Old friends

Emory jolted awake once again, his heart pounding as he breathed heavily, sweating profusely as he ran both hands over his face. 

He glanced outside, seeing daylight. It was 10 AM, and Emory questioned whether he was still dreaming or had truly woken up this time. 

Either way, he needed to get out of the house, he wanted to do something. Alone. 

Slowly, he got out of bed and put on the clothes from yesterday--his white t-shirt and jeans--even though they were wrinkled. He left Red's jacket on the bed, not wanting to wear it. 

He walked out of his room, wandering down the hall, opening the door closest to him in search of a bathroom, looking for Tylenol, Ibuprofen, and anything for his raging headache. 

Due to being ultimately assaulted by the officer yesterday, the healing process and symptoms of his concussion were mildly affected, leading to it feeling like there was a hammer slamming against his skull. Pretty close to how he imagined a real bullet being shot at his head would feel.

Luckily, the first door he had opened was, in fact, a bathroom, but it lacked medicine.  He had three options now. One, suck it up and deal with the headache--which wasn't his favorite choice. Two, ask Red where he kept it--also not his favorite. Or three, go to the store and buy some himself--he didn't want to spend any money. 

Out of everything, he decided to buy his own. He still had leftover money from when Red Venmoed him, so technically, he wouldn't be spending any of his own even though he doesn't have any of his own to begin with. 

He walked downstairs, planning on telling Red that he was leaving. Red was sitting on the couch in the living room, leaning against the armrest with one leg on the couch, the other hanging off of it. He was dressed in a black, short-sleeve compression shirt, black slacks, and a black belt. He was already back in his emo stage. 

He was texting someone on his phone, but for starters, Emory couldn't see because of how far away Red was, and once he got closer, the only thing he saw was a bunch of long words with a bunch of syllables. 

Emory walked into the living room, standing in front of the couch as Red looked up. "How's the room?" Red asked, sitting up slightly. 

Shrugging in response, Emory brushed off the question. "I'm going to the store." 

Red nodded slowly as he turned, now fully facing Emory as he leaned forward, arms resting on his thighs as he looked up at Emory. 

"You have money?" 

"Yeah, 700 dollars," Emory answered shortly, looking off to the side. Even though it was just a dream, his comfort around Red was steadily decreasing. "I'll be back in like an hour, maybe." 

"Right, call me if you need anything. Your car should be in the garage," Red paused, thinking about something. "But you can take any car you want. They'll be unlocked if you're allowed to use them, keys will be on the dashboard." 

Emory glanced at Red, finally making eye contact. "For real? Thanks." 

"A 'thanks' with no 'I guess'? I'll take that," Red grinned before standing up off the couch and starting to walk past Emory. He stopped by his side, turning his head to look at him once more. "Your watch and ring are on the island. Put them on, or you won't be using my cars." 

"Do I have to?" Emory complained, rolling his eyes. He didn't want to go out in public with a ring a man bought for him. The watch was fine; it looked good, but he didn't trust Red after the whole tracker incident. 

Red nodded. "I'll give you some options. You can A, put both on and never take them off, or B, kiss me. Your choice." 

"I'll put them on," Emory replied almost instantly. He stepped away from Red, approaching the island as he snatched the watch off of it, sliding it onto his wrist. He picked up the ring and stared at it for a few seconds before sliding it on his ring finger. "Happy?" He asked Red, turning to face him as Red approached slowly.