Set It Off

Ice Cream Hangover

J O S H U A

I'm going to kill Oliver. Literally rip off his head with my own fucking teeth. I'll stomp on his foot and slap some sense in his thick skull. 

No, I won't. I'll probably just lightly punch him in the shoulder or whatever. But on a serious note though, that twat gave me drugs. And I'm never doing that shit again because nothing is cool with having a killer headache or going to rehab. I'd rather be at home petting puppies and cuddle with my future boyfriend. 

Anyways, I woke up in Kellin's bed. I have a vague memory of calling him mama Kells, which I will totally keep doing because this daddy thing is overrated, and also I think he promised me pizza and ice cream? I don't care if he did or didn't, he will.

"KELLIN," I yell at the top of my lungs, feeling how sore they are. Probably because me and Oliver shared a bottle of straight vodka. Haha, straight vodka. 

"Whatup, Joshyboy?" Kellin Queen in all his majestic glory, said as he walked over to me. He never stopped smiling and I was starting to wonder just how long I've been out of it and what I've missed.

"You promised me ice cream if I was a good boy, and I've been a good boy," I watched him roll his eyes at me. He gently slapped me over my head and smiled.

"Yes you've been a good boy. Are you capable of tying your shoes or should I call in daddy Vic?" Kellin spoke in a baby voice and I poked my tongue out at him as he laughed.

"What kind of kinky talk is going on here?" Oliver interrupted and leaned against the door. I smiled at him, then remembered I had to be mad at him so I stopped smiling and frowned at him. His brown eyes lost that tiny little spark when he saw me frown and he repeated the action. "What's wrong?" 

"You drugged him, asshole." Kellin harshly said and stood up, leaving us alone before he'd go all wild on Oliver about drugging me, his innocent, lovely, British, hot child. Oliver rolled his eyes and closed the door to Kellin's bedroom.

"You know, we should have makeup sex right now," Oliver said as he climbed over me, pressing his body on mine. I looked at him, studying his face. I mean, he is pretty, gorgeous actually. But, I have my priorities.

"Nope." I stated matter-of-factly and pushed him off me and off the bed. "We should go and get ice cream." 

"Ice cream sex?"

"Oliver!"

"Car sex?"

"OLIVER."

"Okay fine! What about bathroom sex?"

"WHAT ABOUT SEX UNDER A BRIDGE? HUH? DOES THAT TURN YOU ON?" I joked and helped him up. He looked at me questionably, then down to his pants.

"Actually, that'd be kind of exotic." He smirked at me and I let go of his arm.

"Oliver please just shut the fuck up and carry me." I dramatically sighed and waited for Oliver to crouch down so I could hop up on his back. "TAKE ME TO ICE CREAM SHOP, LITTLE HORSE,"

"My horse is not little, you kinky cowboy," Oliver whispered and I laughed.

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O L I V E R

We were now stood, correction; Kellin, Vic and I was standing, me with a heavy kitten on my back, chosing ice cream flavours and Josh has never been more excited. He was literally trying to jump on my back. 

"I want that one," Josh pointed at a blue ice cream with the flavour of a blue sour patch. The guy nodded and scooped a giant ball of ice cream and placed it in the cone. He then licked his lips as he stared at Josh, completly ignoring me and the fact that he was currently on my back.