Crack Attack: A Collection of One-Shots and Other Disturbing Shit

Proofless - Chapter 7

            "Chapter? Of what?" She goes back to her phone and looks at Preston in astonishment, like he had just turned into the mythical creature from the salty lagoon.

"Of the best story ever, that's what! We're on chapter seven now and things're starting to get good!" She takes one last look at her phone, scrolling down to find something on the screen, then she locks it again and leaves it behind on the dresser out of our reach. The taser takes the empty space in her front right pocket."This is one of my favorite chapters, you know. I've read it twenty-two times already but now I get to see it for myself."

"What happens?" She scoffs at me and walks back over to Preston's side of the bed with the keys in her hand. I hate our life down here but I would rather have the normal routine than have her switching everything up all of a sudden. I would rather go to sleep at six o'clock every night than play any of her sick, twisted games.

"You already know what happens, Robbie. You two... are just too stubborn to finish what you started. That's where the fandom comes in, isn't that right, sweetie?" She brushes Preston's hair tenderly back from his forehead and tries to make it stand up in his trademark style from back in the days of YouTube and sunlight; he just looks like a peeved cat who wants to piss on someone's shoe. Too bad she doesn't understand how much he hates it when people touch him. "Up, up, up. Scooch your booty over there. That's right." She leans in on the bed on one knee and loops Preston's unlocked chain to my metal bar, but I'm not really paying attention to that. If Preston could just twist around a little farther, he could grab the taser, stun her, and grab the key. I am too far away to try it and his spine can't bend that far around backward, especially with her leaning directly on him to reach my bar. The possibility soon disappears completely as the lock clicks into place, she takes the keys back, and she climbs back off of the bed, brushing the wrinkles out of her light grey t-shirt with the too-familiar flames rippling across it. "And there we go! Now it's time to relax and cuddle up with a good story." She hurries back over to her perch on the dresser and she goes back to the bright white screen on her phone. Is she seriously reading some crazy fucker's fan fiction story to us?

"That's my shoulder, bro. I am not your pillow."

"Sorry. Kinda runnin' outta room here." He gingerly picks himself up and repositions himself a centimeter to the left to try to move away from me, but he settles down right on my arm again. God damn it.

"Chapter seven - here we go:

'What did you say?' Rob asked tearfully down on the sidewalk and Preston looked around the dark alley to make sure no one was around to hear or see them. No one could see this. He knelt down next to him so they were eye to eye.

'I said I'd be dead without you and I don't just mean like in a video game. You saved me, Robbie.' The taller boy blinked at the pet name and looked down at the white bandage still wrapped around his best friend's wrist and he recoiled when that wrist came up next to his face and Preston's soft fingers started stroking his tear-stained beard. 'I owe you my life.'

'Preston...' he tried to say but before he could stop him the younger boy had pressed their lips sweetly together. It was so warm and-

"Preston? What are you doing, honey?" She doesn't look happy, but I can't imagine that we look thrilled, either. We don't want to hear about her kinks and we sure as hell don't want to be part of it.

"I, uh... I'm just sittin' here?"

"Duh. I can see that. But you know that's not what you're supposed to be doing." He stares blankly at her and her phone hand drops down on her lap in exasperation. "Kiss your boy. I went and caught his dumb butt for you so he couldn't get away anymore and you just sit there?"