Uncertain Tides (BoyXBoy) [Editing]

Message Log I

To: Aries Greyson
Offline
[05.15.18]

---09:00 AM---

Hey? You free today?
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---12:00 PM---

Aries? Hey?
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---01:46 PM---

Hey? Is everything okay?
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---04:67 PM---

C'mon Aries, talk to me!
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To: Aries Greyson
Online
[05.15.18]

---06:56 PM---

Hey Aries. Have something important to tell you. But It's a long story. I'll text you tomorrow, I promise.
Received

Okay Arrel, if you say so
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Thanks
Received.

To: Arrel Greene
Online
[05.16.18]

---07:54 AM---

So what was it you wanted to say?
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I have this guy I really like
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Really? That's good to hear!
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Oh...

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What?...
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Nothing. Haha. Nvm.
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Bitterly Aries gave a made up smile at the other end of the line. He was happy for Arrel, really. But he wasn't happy for himself.

He had thought Arrel had liked him too. Like, for once, he was special to someone and for once he was needed. And it wasn't the case.

He remembers the night before. Like it had just happened seconds ago.

Arrel left his house to spend the night at Aries'. He took an empty canvass, brushes, paint and most of the things he thought he needed.

Later onto that night Arrel sat by the window of Aries' surprisingly neat and spacious apartment.

Arrel wore a tank top and worn out shorts, painting a person underwater.
No it was Aries. He was underwater and everything about the portrait just felt magical.

“Is he really painting me?”
Aries questioned, he didn't think it was him at first glance.

But ofcourse no one was there to answer him for Arrel had drifted to sleep hours ago, curled up in a ball on a monoblock chair.

“Jesus. How does he even sleep like that.” Aries whispered as he picked up Arrel's sleeping figure from the chair, he knew sleeping on those was very uncomfortable and takes toll as soon as you wake up.

And ever so soundly, Arrel began shifting within Aries' arms, resting his nose at the crook of Aries' neck. Aries could feel that his face was burning up. Everything from his chest up to his face had burned bright red.

Aries' didn't notice but Arrel had stirred up, and he was still far from the bed. Who knew Arrel looked so fragile but was so heavy.

Arrel immediately took notice of everything happening as soon as he opened his eyes but didn't bother walking on his feet.

He was half awake but that doesn't mean Arrel wasn't going to cause trouble for Aries. He shifted his face even further into the gap between him and Aries' neck. His lips ever so lightly brushed against Aries' neck but for the one carrying, it had felt like the slight brush was a burn spreading like wild fire into his system, forcing him to swallow hard.

“Dont make things harder Arrel. God.”
Aries had whispered, uncertain if his statement had a double meaning.

But that stirred Arrel completely awake. He loved making fun of Aries.

Aries was happy with just the thought that he and Arrel were friends, he knew he was, but his heart begs to disaggree.

Note: I don't really write smut. I suck at it. No puns were intended. Or did I? Hah! We'll never know! Who knows maybe they did it.

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