Kiss Me: One Shots [boyxboy]

Blindly In Love

Jamie had no idea what was happening.  

Having woken up in the middle of the night to his mother's screams, he had run as fast as he could only to be blocked by waves of intense flames. 

"Mother!" Jamie had called, suddenly terrified of the constant darkness that surrounded him. He had never liked flames, and tried his best to avoid them. He never sat near the fireplace, avoided the heaters that were taken out during winter, never cooked near the stove, and he avoided the barbeque at all costs. 

Jamie wouldn't even go near lit candles. 

He felt so pathetic, to be seventeen year old afraid of candles.  

So to find his entire house engulfed by ravenous, inextinguishable flames, it was safe to say he was completely terrified. 

Jamie had started screaming. He didn't know what else to do. He could hear the frantic barking of his chocolate Labrador, Theo, somewhere in the distance, but he was so disoriented he couldn't remember which way was up and which way was down. 

And before he knew it, his mind went fuzzy, his lungs burned and he blacked out.

 -

Jett wasn't much of a thinker. Never was. He often said things before his brain could process them, so in essence, he was more brawns that brains.  

He wasn't stupid enough to realise this was a bad idea, though. At eighteen, he had learnt some things and he knew this was plain stupid.  

His boss was crazy. Ever since the boss's brother was killed, he had lost it. Everyone in the gang could see it, but no one was brave enough to tell the boss that. No one wanted to take over, not when the boss would most likely kill them to regain his spot. That's just how things were, you see.

But burning down the house of a person who may or may not be involved in the murder? It's ridiculous! He doubted this family even knew there were gangs in their city, let alone that the crazy leader thought the man of the house killed his brother.  

So when the boss comes out of the burning structure, a satisfied smirk crossing his scarred face, Jett can't help but grit his teeth. He could hear the screams of a woman coming from inside the home, then the cries of a younger male. 

He couldn't stand it.

 -

Jamie woke up in a strange place. All he could smell was smoke, as if it had sunk straight through his skin and into his blood. He could feel something on his face, and it made his cheeks itchy. 

Reaching up with a shaky hand, he brushes his fingers over his skin. A powdery substance stuck to his fingertips, and Jamie theorised it was soot. Soot? 

The fire.  

Jamie shivers, feeling close to tears.  

"M-Mother?" Jamie croaks, reaching out his hand into the dark space around him. He couldn't see a thing. "Mother!" 

She wasn't replying. 

She always replied. 

Not matter how hard she had to yell to Jamie, or how far away she was, or how busy she was. 

"Mother." Jamie calls again, trying to make his voice louder, in case she hadn't heard him. He had always been a quiet child, ever since his father passed away when he was a toddler. It was as if the loss had been too much of a burden. 

"Shh." A voice soothes.  

A very close voice. 

Jamie lets out a quiet whimper, flinching. He'd never heard that voice before. He would have remembered if he had. He remembers everything he hears. "W-who are you?"