Prideless

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Things heat up. I can't even remember where we are or where we have to be. His lips, smooth and frail, just barely swiping against mine. He's calming and cool, each kiss like a sting of snowflake. I yank him closer. "what about...we have...ooh FUK" he moans as I grind into him at the booth. I realize he may be uncomfortable with the sudden rush, so I slow down and back off. Although, I'm still close enough to feel his soft breaths. "I love this.", he whispers, "but you know we can't." He's right. We'd be swallowed by the popularity of the septiplier fandom. This was the reason we had Amy and Signe. To stop this. I pull away completely and look down, my cheeks suddenly cold from the loss of his warm kiss. I didn't realize the tears in my eyes until Sean reached over to swipe one from my face. A flash goes off. Had one gone off before? "Hey!" Jack yelled. It was a teen girl behind us, laughing quietly as she typed against her phone with the fresh picture she just took. Jack fumbled his way out of the booth to talk to her before the picture got anywhere. "Septiplier away you fags" she giggles as she shows the images. They were all over her Instagram already. Jack was furious enough to throw the phone against the table, leaving scratches around its screen. He demanded her to delete them. As he walked back, he merely pulled out his phone, opened Instagram, and blocked her user, "@ keemstarlover1466 ". He looked up with sincere fear in his eyes as he showed me the 42 missed call notifications from Signe. What the hell were we going to do?

(Cover art creds to @ meowingspacebar on Instagram )

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