"There's my favorite dark being!",you chime stopping the goth on the side walk,the night air fresh in your lungs.He grunts taking a drag continuing on his way."You doing anything besides visiting the grave?~",you tease walking beside him. He shrugs crossing the street,"Pete and I have like plans to burn down hot topic later",Michael informs his slick Kane tapping so offten.Your brow turns eyes rolling after,"Again,Didn't you and your friends torch the place when you were younger?",you ask thinking it was them or when butters went on a chaos rampage.
He sighs taking another drag,"Ya but they like rebuilt it,did they not learn their lesson?",he states crossing the street,you following right behind shaking your head.
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"DEATH AND DESPARE WITH UNICORNS ON TOP!HAHAH"
Michael groans flipping out his phone."You seriously need to change that",Pete picking up a few gas can's at the same time.
He hears nothing on the line and that scares him,except your shallow breaths."What'd you do (y/n)?",the goth asks,irritation in his voice."Nothing,can't I just call my best bud?", you ask with a smile.
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"Right,like I'm your best bud.Were are you right now?", Michael demands rolling his orbs,while you debate on telling him."I'm home",you say kicking your feet back and forth."Your at the park aren't you?", the male asks with heavy a sign.'He's holding the bridge of his nose I bet',you mentally say to yourself with a small smirk,"Of course not-"."Well alright then,I'll see you tomorrow",he snaps hanging up.'Ya he didn't believe that',you huff swinging back and forth.'I wonder why he tolerates me?',your brain asks,'Is it pity?". You smile dryly,'Michael wouldn't waste his time on that',with a sting in your chest the swing stops,and you breath,"Why does he waste his time on me?".
"That's my business conformist".
"Hey deadman,what you doing?", you ask with a smile.He signs deeply before lighting another tobacco stick."Getting the corpse that left the grave beside me..", Michael informs taking a drag,"Come on lets go home (y/n)".
Taking a minute,your gaze meets his,just thinking about your next choice of words."Alright,I am tired", you state taking his cold hand."Ya your due back for a dirt nap",Michael says bluntly."......Oh you got jokes",you laugh watching his side ways smirk come into view as you two continue home."No,just wanted to see your teeth",He says taking your cheek in his cold palm,"...their like yellow,you sure you don't smoke?".You shake your head with a glare,"Yes,but I do swap spit with you so that could be it".
Connecting his lips to yours fuzed the senses, choking hazard tasted like morning coffee,he grins feeling your tongue graze his bottom lip but retracts when his teeth are held shut.When he doesn't comply you shrug,releasing the kiss."Ya that could be it...",he trails with a breath,taking you home.
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"So dirt nap?",you tease leaning in to his shoulder."Don't remind me",the male warns with a sigh,"god,I sounded conformist".
