Just 2 idiots, the city life AU??? Ig
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Nigtmare didnt love Cross.
Atleast, he didnt think he did.
Nightmare had his mind on someone else, someone even Cross knew very well.
But he never got the chance to confess an regretted it when that same person, Killer, had gotten with another, Color.
So, in truth. Cross was a rebound.
Cross didnt realize at first.
Nightmare had realized his feelings and used them to his benefit.
Cross genuinely thought the other shared his same desire.
They had met through Killer at a coffee shop. They all got along well and over every hangout Cross got feelings.
Eventually after Killer had gained a partner, Nightmare figured out the monochromes feelings when Cross confessed.
It was just an act, he played the fool.
But Cross still didnt know of Nightmares prior love.
But something happened which resulted in him figuring it out.
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'That was a painful walk..'
Cross groaned as he finally made it to his apartment, he had to help Nightmare walk because the other was so drunk he kept tripping over himself.
He opened the door and once again helped the other walk inside.
"Hmh..my head hurts."
Nightmare grunted, holding his head.
Cross situated the other on the couch before sighing and stretching.
"I figured as much, you had alot to drink."
Nightmare laid back onto the couch.
"Why did you..let me drink this muchh."
Cross snickered.
"You wouldn't listen you idiot."
The taller didnt seem to care and rolled onto his side, he closed his eye.
He mumbled incoherent words.
Cross looked at him defeated.
"I'll leave medicine for you in the morning, no doubt your staying the night."
Cross tapped his lover on the shoulder.
Nightmare groaned.
"Noooo! Leave me alone."
"Night c'mon, the bed is comfier then the couch."
He nudged the other in hopes of getting him up.
"Killer I dont feel like moving..!"
'Killer?'
Cross blinked.
"Hey, you're really drunk..get up."
"Hm, its your fault.."
Nightmare hugged a pillow to his chest.
His fault how, Cross raised a brow before huffing.
"Nightmare cmon let's go to bed!"
Nightmare seemed surprised at that, looking up at the other. Clearly still dazed.
"You want..to share a bed..with me?"
"We always share a bed?"
"Nuh..you're a-always with Color."
Cross stared down at the other, in disbelief. With Color? Does he think he's their friend?
"Nightmare.."
"You left me for color.."
Nightmare hugged the pillow tighter.
"I..wasnt enough for you.."
Cross felt his soul drop to his stomach, he was thinking about Killer.
"You've always been enough Night.."
"Guess not.."
Cross frowned. Why was the other saying this? Was he really being mistaken for Killer? And even if he was, why was Nightmare talking like this, as if him and Killer were a thing.
"But, what about Cross..?"
