paper cut - minizerk au

[1.1] Touch.

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"See, that's the problem there. Your problem, Josh, is that you don't think about shit before you say it. Th-then you sound like a big, big mug—" A very tipsy Harold sung at me, his toxic breath causing me to wince, I pushed him back and he just chuckled like a fucking kid.

"I'm worried.. We are out in the open and they are being loud. I don't want to get in trouble," Vik wailed to the left of me, I looked down at him, nudging him gently with my elbow.

"Oi, they are the drunk ones. Me, you and Si are fine. If the feds turn up, we just say they were hasslin' us," I shrugged out simply, he grimaced; clearly not liking the plan.

"I don't want Harry in trouble again. His parents said if he ends up doing it again, they're going to literally send him to Guernsey to carry out a career there," Vik informed me.

I always noticed this about Vik. He cared so much for others; but in particular, he cared for Harry the most in my eyes. He literally looked out for him more than anyone ever has for me.

"What career? Grooming?"

That was probably the lowest joke I'd made in my life.. And there's a lot of them.

"Very funny," Vik rolled his eyes, though I could see that he was clearly attempting to conceal a grin.

With the rowdy group of four drunkards following behind us, I jogged ahead to catch up with Simon, who always seemed to walk ahead.

"Hey," I whispered, condensed air slipping out of my lips as I did so.

The blonde turned his head to me, his hoodie was up, his hands slumped in his pocket.

He smiled, though his orbs were pink and a bit irritated. "Hey, Joshy," he mumbled out.

I saw one of his dimples peak out from the way he was smiling so sweetly at me.

"Joshy, hey?" I asked, though it definitely wasn't the first time he'd called me that.

"I just like the 'ee' sound on the end. It's.. Cute," The blonde smirked, looking ahead at the town we were walking down at such a late hour.

"I like Simonè," I commented smugly, knowing that he hated it when I called him it; or acted like he did, at least.

"Well, Joshy. I'm not liking you right now," He teased in the most sly of tones.

I bit my lip, before one side of my mouth curbed into a deeper smirk.

I watched his face silently, the dimly lit streetlights lit him up so nicely. His prominent cheekbones and jawline were just there and they were so.. Alluring.

What the fuck am I doing?

I shook my head, shaking any 'abnormal' thought of Simon which came to my mind.

"Is it a bit lonely?" I asked, before realising how dumb I sounded since I gave no context at all.

"Hm?" He hummed, arm brushing against mine as we headed back to the shit-hole.

"I mean, like, being all isolated and that. You're the only one in your room; I'd hate it, is all I'm saying.." I shrugged, not really thinking much of it,

"Why the fuck does everyone care?" The tall boy snapped at me and I frowned profusely, looking down at my feet so he couldn't see that something so petty genuinely hurt me.

"Josh.. Shit, I'm sorry. I don't know what my fucking problem is," he panicked out, but I stopped him soon enough.

"It's fine, bro.. You sure there's nothing you want to talk to me about? I'll listen, and do what I can," I offered, but he denied with the shake of his head.