ARISTOTLE POV
I was just casually walking down the street when I saw Plato talking to some weirdo.
Not my boyfriend you son of a biscuit.
I glared at the guy, he wasn't even that hot. I walked over to them and hugged Plato from behind.
'Hey baby' I said.
The other guy looked a bit shocked.
'Oh ehm, I guess I'll just go...' He said.
I decided to play with him a bit. 'No please have dinner with us, my boyfriend's friends are also my friends.' I say while faking a smile.
'Yes, you should!' Plato exclaims happily, he's so cute.
'W-Well okay then.' The guy says.
'I'm Aristotle and you are...?'
'I'm Socrates, nice to meet you.'
Once we get to our house Socrates looks exhausted.
'Hey, you okay?' I ask him.
'Y-Yes I a-am f-fine.' He says, taking deep breaths.
I open the door and let them go inside, I smirk to myself while I think of all the things I could do. Whatever I decide onto, Socrates is gonna learn to never talk to my boyfriend again.
When I walk inside the living room I see them happily talking and I just stand there giving Socrates a death glare. I'll get him, just wait.
'Babe I think you should start cooking, it's getting dark outside already.' I say.
He looks outside and jumps up.
'You're right! I'll start immediately.'
He runs out of the room and I take this opportunity to look at that fine ass. Damn.
I sit down next to Socrates who is looking down and blushing. Cute. Nonononono not cute, jerk water!
'So, what do you do for a living?' I ask him.
'I-I am a p-philosopher.'
Wow, that's actually pretty cool.
'Nice.' I say, trying to hide that I'm impressed. 'What do you think about? Got any interesting theories?'
'Well I got some but I don't think you'd like them.'
'I really want to hear them, so tell me.'
'O-Okay. Ehm well I was just thinking, are not both the light and dark sacred?' (Credits to my friend for this statement)
'That's... Int- Stupid.' I corrected myself, someone like him isn't smart. But he actually thought it through and it's well said. I quickly stop the stream of thoughts that are fighting for my attention and focus on my surroundings again.
I look over at Socrates and notice he looks sad. Good, he shouldn't get any ideas. I do feel bad for him though. I might have liked him if he hadn't talked to my boyfriend.
Maybe I'll write again tomorrow, probably not.
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Ancient love (FINISHED)
FanfictionA threeway relationship between Plato, the bread king, Socrates, the anti-social cutie and Aristotle, the possessive boyfriend. DON'T TAKE THIS SERIOUSLY PLEASE!! This is a crackfic (I think?) - Won't contain cursing, only in funny form. ('son of a...
