Killjoys, make some noise!
C O N N O R
"Oh um yea, I'm fine." Kayden says, lying straight through hos teeth. It's almost funny how the smaller male would say that when he's sprawled on the floor with a swelling eye, bloody nose, forming bruises, and footprints- that look shockingly like highheels- on his shirt.
But at the same time it's completely not funny.
I just sigh ajd shake my head, approaching him and heaving him up by the waste, placing him in his feet again, which puts him around two and a half inches below me. He stumbles weakly so I place my hand back on his waste to steady him, then pulling his arm around me so I'm able to support him, which isn't to hard seeing as he's as light as a feather.
I swear his ribs would show greatly if he was shirtless... Which I don't imagine. Cough, cough, COUGH, ahem, excuse me.
I start walking, leavig him no choice but to also 'walk' in silence.
Well, until I interupt it, "What happened, and I swear, you better not lie."
"I-I got beat up."
"No shit sherlock, I could've guessed that." I say in a dry but not rude tone. "Who, and why is what I'm asking."
He only shakes his head, which could mean many things, but I know it just means he doesn't want to say.
"I swear Kayden, I can't help you ifyou don't tell me."
He only shrugs, which again could mean many things.
"Kayden please."
He sighs reluctantly, "Opal" He mumbles.
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