HELLBOY • Lil Peep

4

(knock knock knock)

" ILL GET IT!!" I run downstairs to the front door. 

I open the door to find Gus standing nervously.

"you good?" I chuckle.

"um. just worried about what everyones going to think of me." he says scratching his head. 

"oh your fine..."

I motion for him to come inside. 

as soon as he walks in, my mom walks into the living room. 

"hey! you must be Gus. Taylor told me she was having a friend over for dinner..." she goes to shake his hand, studying his tattoos in admiration.

"um yeah...." he says. 

"don't be shy." my mom says as she heads back into the kitchen. 

"so why did you ask me to come over tonight for dinner?" Gus asks as he sits down on the couch.
" because I wanna get to know you." I smile, sitting down next to him.

"whats there to know?" he looks at me grinning. 

" everything." I whisper. 

"ha. yeah..." he looks away. 

"dinners ready!" my mom yells from the kitchen. 

Gus stands up and offers me a hand to get up off the couch. 
i grabbed his hand, then we headed towards the kitchen

we walked into the kitchen, and unlaced our fingers.
i didnt even realize i was still holding his hand.

we unlaced our hands as we walked in the kitchen.

awkward.

Gus sat next to me, while my mother and father say in front of us. my dad stared at gus. I couldnt tell if he was disgusted, or amazed. 

" fare warning...my brothers obsessed with you..." I whisper, leaning close to Gus. 

"wait what.?" he asks questioningly. 

I smirk.  "oh. my . god. tell me that lil peep is not sitting in our kitchen right now...:" my brother comes down the stairs.

" okay shut up Ethan. sit down an eat. Gus, this is Ethan, my little brother. Ethan, this is Gus." I introduce them to each other. 

" I worship you." Ethan says while walking towards Gus to give him a hug. 
"thanks lil dude.." gus says.

"sooo..." my dad says, as he fiddles with the food on his plate.

" gus, how old are you?" my mom asks. 

"mom. gus is a friend. just a friend. chill." i say, turning blush red.
"okay and? id like to know." she snaps back.

"uhm..im 19. just turned 19 in november." gus answers awkwardly.

"oh...so when did you get your first tattoo? you some kind of junkie or something?" my dad asks.

"DAD!" i shout.

"thomas!" my mom hisses.

"what? just trying to make conversation!" he defends.

"when i was fourteen actually...." gus looks at me like hes uncomfortable.

then before we knew it, my parents were arguing back and forh about how "rude" my father was being.

" come on...lets go.." i mouth to gus as we quietly get up from the table.

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