❀ Ethan Nestor is a Pastel who, after being kicked out of his home, moved back to his home town, LA. ❀
❀ Seán (Jack) McLoughlin is a Punk who, after losing his childhood best friend, finds him again when he comes back. ❀
❀ What will happen when, aft...
(A/N: im single oof also don't attack me i know this is a million and a half years late calm down)
❀ Ethan's POV ❀
I woke up the next morning, sore as fuck. Jack was still asleep next to me, which was nice to wake up to. He shifted nest to me and sat up, rubbing his eyes. "Jack?" "Yeah?" "I'm sore..." He giggled and planted a kiss on my forehead. "Was daddy too rough?" He joked, smiling. "No... why does my neck hurt?" I asked, getting up to go to the bathroom. I looked at myself in the mirror and gasped. My entire neck was practically purple from the amount of hickeys Jack left. "Jack! What the fuck did you do to my neck?" I yelled. My boyfriend walked into the bathroom, laughing. "I marked you as mine. Don't you remember?" I looked down at my feet. "All I remember was being fucked. That's it." I replied, shoving the laughing idiot out of my way. "Hurry up, we have school." I pointed out. He gasped and almost fell over backwards. (same) "Shit! Do you have any spare clothes?" He asked hurriedly. "You can try some on but I can't guarantee that they'll fit." I shrugged. I walked into my walk-in closet and chose an outfit for the day. A dark pink crop top with a light pink sweater, black ripped skinny jeans and black nike shoes. "What do you want to wear?" I asked Jack, walking out again so he could see me. "Fuck..." He gasped quietly. "Uhh... something less bright, I guess." I walked back into the closet and out an outfit that he'd like. A white shirt, black ripped skinny jeans (to match me), a black hoodie and matching nike shoes. I threw his outfit at him, to let him look at it. "Looks great! Why do own so much clothes?" He asked. "Oh! I just like to... dress up... sometimes." I said softly, winking at him before going downstairs, rendering him speechless. Hey, if it works, it works! I sat downstairs after I grabbed everything for school, until Jack came down as well, fully dressed. He looked hot, to say the least. "Ready to go?" I asked, standing up, eager to get to school. "Slow down, baby boy. School isn't for another half an hour." He pointed out. I sighed and sat back down on the couch (sofa?). Jack sat next to me and grabbed out his phone, opening SnapChat. "Really Jack, really?" I asked, running a hand through my faded blue hair. He giggled and chose the 'heart crown' filter, snapping a photo and setting it as his wallpaper. I smiled at his cuteness and grabbed my own phone, opening Instagram instead. The first thing to pop up in my feed was this:
@AmazingPhil
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@amazingphil: @danisnotonfire took this one. Don't I have the cutest boyfriend ever? #gay #boyfriend #cute
I smiled at the post and showed Jack, who immediately opened Instagram on his own phone. I was confused as to what he was doing, until a notification popped up on my phone.
@jacksepticeye mentioned you in a comment.
I clicked on it and this popped up on the screen:
@jacksepticeye
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@jacksepticeye: I saw this cutie (@crankgameplays) and had to take a photo! Defs the #cutestboyfriend
"Really? A creepshot?" I asked, groaning. He laughed. "Hey! If it works, it works!" He pointed out. I checked the time before locking my phone. Wednesday, October 21st, 2017 8:09 am "Jaaaaaaack, we're gonna be late!" I whined at my boyfriend. "No we're not. Let's-a-go!" He replied, impersonating Mario. "Jesus fucking Christ." I facepalmed. We ran downstairs (ew running), reaching the car in no time. We jumped in, and I waited to Jack to start the car. "Um, aren't we leaving?" I asked. "Not yet. We need to wait for Mark, or he'll kill me for making him walk again." He replied. We sat waiting for five minutes, before Mark jogged up to the car. "Mark! Where's your red hair?" Jack yelled. "I re-dyed. I was sick of having to keep dyeing it darker every fucking month." He explained. "Let's go, lets go, let's GO!" I shouted, poking Jack's neck. "Calm, Ethan!" He said softly, starting the car and pulling out (hehehehehe) of the carpark.
A/N: it's been a month, I know. I'm lazy as fuck and I'm tired and busy, so I haven't actually had the chance to update lmao But it's almost my birthday! *screams even though no one actually gives a fuck* I'll be 15 (jesus christ) on August 15th, so wish me a happy birthday if you really want. Also, people have asked for my social medias, so here's a list:
