Nameless ≫ Jarchie

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It was a sunny Saturday afternoon, a rarity in gloomy Ohio, and the boy was reading once again. The raven haired beauty was perched on his thrown, using a phone that he never really used. He didn't talk to anyone, so there really was no use in becoming addicted to it. Today however, he decided to put his phone to good use.

Smut.

He read a lot in general, but he never really read erotica before. If any one asked him, he would deny it. He would also deny Archie of being the reason why he wanted to read smut in the first place, but that's a different story.

He was so caught up in trying to find something to read that he didn't notice the old pick up truck pull over to the side of the road, and light footsteps make their way up to the entrance of his apartment.

Archie took a deep breath before knocking on the wooden door of no name's apartment with an agitated sigh. They had to work on the physics lab, and Archie wanted to get it over with as soon as possible. He was a very smart straight A student, ranked number 5 in his class last year. He hated procrastinating when he was involved in so much. No name was just going to have to get with the program.

The door swung open in front of him, revealing Jay, a small brunette teen who looked a lot younger than his true age. "Hey." He said, smiling up at Archie who was taken aback by the gesture. He knew that the raven haired beauty lived with adoptive kids, but he kind of just assume they were just as off as he was.

"Hey. Um, I'm looking for the weirdo." Archie breathed out, mentally cursing himself out for not coming up with a nicer way to address him.

"Oh, you mean Black Licorice?" Jay raised an eyebrow, laughing a bit at Archie's name for him.

"Black Licorice?" Archie laughed.

"Yeah. That's who you're looking for." Jay smiled before stepping aside and letting Archie in. "Go up the stairs and his room is the first one on the right. Knock first before you enter, he hates when people just walk in even though his door is usually opened during the day." He explained.

Archie thanked the kid and made his way up the flight of stairs, pausing at the raven haired beauty's doorway. Nameless was sat comfortably on his beloved window seat clad in sweats that hung low on his waist and a soft baby blue sweater that laid delicately against his skin. The boy had his gentle finger tips twirled up in his hair as always, twisting and pulling it into the pattern which had gotten him his nickname. Archie's eye couldn't help but to wander to the tempting exposed sliver of smooth skin above his sweats and sighed inaudibly. 

He was beautiful.

Weird, but beautiful.

Archie thought that his strangeness made him even more beautiful. There was just something about how peaceful the boy looked sitting on that seat as if it was a throne that made Archie practically swoon at the sight.

He shook his head slightly before knocking on the bedroom door loudly. The raven haired beauty turned around, locking eye contact with the ginger. "This is unexpected." He greeted, earning a snort from Archie because it really wasn't much of a greeting.

"Hello to you too. Can I come in?"

"I don't know. Can you?" The boy replied as robotically as he always did, locking his phone.

Archie ignored his comment and walked in, casually sitting on the window seat across from the boy. He dropped his bookbag on the ground and kicked off his shoes as if he owned the place, and no name had to admit that it felt as if Archie belonged there.

"So black licorice, huh?" Archie asked with an amused grin.

"Yes. It is my stripper name." The boy shrugged, earning a loud laugh from Archie. No name shot his head up at the sound of it, wishing he could hear it again.