LOVE is DEAD [RARL]

8

"What is wrong with you?" Carl whispered coldly, locking the garage door behind him as he stalked into Ron's little Man-Cave.

"What could you possibly mean?" Ron asked, peeling his eyes away from the TV, happy to have somehow pushed one of Carl's buttons. Attention from Carl, good or bad, always sent butterflies fluttering in his chest, and he savored every moment of it.

"You know what! Showing up at my work? We're not in a fucking porno!"

"We could be," Ron countered, eyebrows raised in amusement.

"I'm done with this. I'm done with you," Carl spat coldly, and Ron's smirk faltered.

"What do you mean?"

"Exactly what I said. I'm done with this whole off-and-on shit!" He threw his hands up, breath heaving with anger.

Ron stood slowly, hands shaking slightly. "You're dumping me?

"If you can even call it that! You don't even look at me unless you want sex!"

Ron reached out quickly, grabbing Carl by the collar before backing him into the wall, in the brunette's face. "What, do you want me to hold your fucking hand? YOU are in the fucking closet, Carl! From EVERYONE."

"That has nothing to do with-" Carl began, gripping the blond's wrists, but someone cleared their throat, having just exited the garage's bathroom. Both boys turned to look at Mikey, who looked impatient with the situation.

"I didn't know you were here," Carl said starkly before trying to push Ron off, but the bigger boy wasn't giving up that easy.

"They don't care," he whispered throatily, voice rasping. "Please, Carl, please. They don't care-" His lips were ghosting Carl's but the shorter of the two was having none of it, and he slipped under Ron's arm, making a B-line for the door he'd previously locked.

"Carl!" Ron shouted, and he turned to look over his shoulder one final time.

Ron swallowed thickly, eyes wide with fear, shaking his head ever so slightly. "I love you."

Carl slammed the door behind him.