Do I Love Him? Sebastian X Claude

14. Jailhouse Rivials

We're sitting in a holding cell. I'm shaking, damn near about to throw up and Claude is cool as an ice cube.

"What's your problem?" He asked. I shot him the same look my mother used to give me when I said stupid shit. "You need some toilet paper for the shit that just came out of your mouth." I hissed. "Well be fine, my dad is on the way to bail us out." He giggled. This mother- "And that's supposed to make me feel better?" I shouted.

"Fight, fight, fight!" A guy across the cell boasted. " Fuck you, fish lips!" I immediately replied. "Who da hell you talkin to?" He stood up. He towered over me, but I wasn't scared of him what so ever. "I'm talking to the cross eyed motherfucker, that's looking at me and the ground at the same damn time!" I answered. I could hear Claude laugh to himself. "What chu kekein' bout, pretty boy?" He shot one of his eyes over to Claude. "Are you talking to me or my twin?" He laughed as he gestured over to the air next to him. He jumped over to Claude and snatched him up by his shirt. "Fight me then, Cupcake!" He ordered.

"F-f-fight you?" He stuttered. " Yeah, you was talkin' big shit earlier, now you need to back it up, Dimple-Dick!" He laughed. The dude's poor working eye bounced between Claude's eyes. "Yeah, Dimple-dick, back it up." I sarcastically cheered. "Sebastian, can I tell you a secret?" He asked, never letting the giant out of his sight. "You've never been in a fight and you're scared shitless." I sighed. He nodded. "More or less." His voice cracked. "Alright, ima just whoop yo ass then." He hauled back and hit me in my jaw. I had something smart to say but my jaw is literally about to fall off. So, with out another word, I swiftly knocked the shit out of him.

"Timber!" Claude yelled as the sleeping giant fell over. "Damn, you knocked his fucking eye straight." He laughed. "He'll thank me for that later." I groaned as I popped my jaw back into place.

"Claude and Sebastian, you guys got bailed out." One of the cops from earlier opened the cell and led us to an office. We walked in and I swear, I had to take a double take. Claude look exactly like his dad, apart from his dad having green eyes. "Hi, Dad." Claude sighed. "Don't you say a God damn thing to me, boy!" He has a very think country accent. Now that I'm looking at him, he does have on a cowboy hat and boots to match. "You got me comein' out here from the middle of fuckin' no where to get yo dumbass!" He rambled on as he aggressively signed some papers. "I'm so God damn mad, I can't even see out my eyeballs, boy!" He continued as we walked out of the building.

Standing next to his massive truck, I peer in and see a familiar face. Claude must have seen him too; he swung the door open so hard, it almost flew off the hinges. "I otta knock yo little ass side ways! What the hell were you thinking!?" Claude yelled at the little blonde boy, like he should've a long time ago. "Ugh, you sound just like grandpa." Alois scuffed and slammed the door in Claude's face. Claude's father was already ticked off and this was the last straw. He swung the door open witht the same force as Claude and ripped Alois out of the truck.

"Listen here, you little bitch, no one give a flying fuck about yo funky ass attitude! You will respect adults and that includes Sebastian! Yo mama ain't never coming back, so suck it the fuck up and get over it! Now, I don't wanna hear another word out of you. Do you understand?" He sounds like a literal drill sergeant. Dangling at least 3 feet above the ground, Alois was mortified, frozen, fossilized in the moment. "I said, Do you understand?!" He repeated, giving Alois a little shake to snap him out of his trance. "Uhh... Yes, Sir!" He nervously responded. Claude's dad gently put him back in the car then got in himself. Claude and I quietly follow, with me in the front seat and him in the back.