bunny boys[ohmtoonz]

hellfire

note:::: i still have little to no idea what im doing. But trust me- i have a plan. yall might not like it entirely but im sure as hell havin fun. Also this chapter ended up a lot longer than i wanted,,,,, this was supposed to be SHORT gdi

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This wasn't at all how Luke wanted to spend his Friday night. Despite Jonathan practically begging him to come to Craig's party tonight, he had declined ever offer he received. He had every intention of going to bed and sleeping for eight hours, like normal people do. Luke had pulled out his favorite blanket, washed his sheets and even cleaned off all the cat fur. He was ready, he really was!

But five minutes into what is, quite literally, the best sleep he's ever had, Luke's phone rings and he's wide awake. Normally he would just shout at whoever called him to shut the fuck up and let him sleep. But he's honestly too tired to argue, if that even makes sense.

He has to take a breath to calm his now pounding, angry heart and relax for a second. It doesn't work at all, so he just picks up the phone and prepares to yell.

“Hello? Who the fuck is this?” He's sure he sounds like a bitch, but Luke couldn't care less. It's two fifteen in the morning and he's trying to sleep.

(He never said anything about sleeping at a normal time- eight hours is eight hours regardless of when it happens.)

“Lukeyy….” A painfully familiar voice coos to him, though he sounds… sleepy? Drunk? Yeah. Definitely drunk.

Luke heaves out a sigh. Is this what he woke up for? “Oh my god. What- don't tell me your-”

“Lookit, look, I'm- ‘m gonna do a flip….” Ryan's giggly, excited voice cuts him off. “Twirl and spin and splash and boo.” His words slur together and it's quite funny, actually, but Luke is concerned for Ryan's well being so he doesn't laugh.

“Are you fucking high or something?” Luke is genuinely interested now. What did he do to get… like this?

There is a small, over dramatic gasp, and Luke's trying his best to hold back a smile. If he smiles (which is hard, because he's recently come to the conclusion that yes, he is indeed a little bit gay for Ryan) then he'll start laughing and fawning over Ryan's cute little gasp and never figure out what the fuck Ryan's up to right now.

“Whaaat?! No, no, no, I would never do a drug! They… they are illegal! And I'm too young to go to jail.. Too little to have my booty pounded in!” There was a small thump heard in the background and Ryan continues. “If you must be aware… aware of- of- my situation, I drank this fruit stuff, it- it was on the table! A most lovely table…”

Jesus Christ. Did he really…? He's high. He has to be. Luke really can't believe what he's hearing right now. Ryan drank the fruit punch at a high school party. Doesn't that shit only happen in movies?!

“Oh my God,” Luke says, anger coming in full force. “You fucking drank the fruit punch that was open for everyone to mess with?”

No response. He can hear the faint thumping of bass in the background, and Ryan's even fainter breathing. Luke holds back another sigh and instead continues speaking. “Fucking stay there, you hear me? You're obviously too stupid to stay there on your own.”

Another cute, heart melting little gasp. “Oh! You're coming over to see me do my twirl flip!”

“Yes, Ryan,” Luke croons, “I'm going over to see you do your twirl flip. Wait for me, okay? Don't move a muscle.”

“Uh… okay!” He hears another small thump and Ryan's tiny grunt of pain. “I'll be waiting, Lukey!”

He hangs up almost immediately. If he doesn't hang up on Ryan, he's sure Ryan will never shut up. Of course, this doesn't stop a slight shiver from going down his back at Ryan's words. He makes it sound like they're gonna….