xo, g ✧ Gawsten

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Jawn's body was bent inside the closet, his hair hanging in front of his face as his hands searched the bottom of it blindly.

"Jawn what the fuck are you doing?" Otto asked as he stood up from the bed.

"One second!" Jawn shouted and continued searching. His palm grasped a silky black trench coat and he pulled it out. "Aha!"

"What- what is that?!"

"Its our old spy costumes from Halloween in 2014!" Jawn exclaimed happily as he held them up in front of his boyfriend.

"Okay.. why do you have them?" Otto asked, looking at the costume weirdly.

"For our investigation!" Jawn threw the costumes on his bed. "We're going to investigate, and using the costumes will fuel my childish needs and make us look cool."

"It'll make us look stupid." Otto smiled fondly at Jawn. "But sure."

Jawn jumped excitedly and hugged Otto, before grabbing one of the costumes and running into the bathroom. He tied his hair up with a light pink hair bobble and took his jeans off, then proceeding to slide the costume pants on. He tied a black tie around his neck and slipped a trench coat over his shoulders. He placed a fedora on his head and some dark glasses.

Otto turned towards the bathroom and stared at Jawn as he walked out. His breath caught in his throat. Yeah, Jawn looked stupid but also, low-key, really good.

Jawn smiled sheepishly and pointed at the bathroom, silently telling Otto to go change too.

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"Hey, Geoff can we meet you at yours in 10 minutes?" Jawn asked, holding the phone in front of him so that Otto could hear too.

"Yeah, sure." Geoff's cheerful voice rang through the phone. Otto hung up and Jawn pocketed the device.

"Lets go." Both boys smirked and creeped down the stairs in a 'sneaky' manner. Once they got out of the door they ran to the car and jumped inside. Otto turned the key and pressed the gas, and began speeding down the street to Geoff's house.

A few minutes later they arrived, and slowly shut the doors. They ran across the lawn and into the apartment complex. Once inside, they pressed their backs flat against the wall and walked towards Geoff's apartment. Jawn arranged his fingers to look like a gun and knocked on the door.

They waited a few seconds and then Geoff unlocked the door. His face gave off a shocked expression.

"Um..."

"Geoffrey Donald Wigington, by the right of the secret spy organization of Houston you must let us into your apartment for questioning." Jawn said in a deep voice as Otto stood behind him, finger guns aimed at Geoff. Geoff laughed and shook his head. He stepped inside and gestured for them to enter. He sat on the table and Otto and Jawn sat opposite him.

"Your name is Geoffrey Donald Wigington, correct?"

"Yes."

"You live in Houston, correct?"

"Yes."

"You are a photographer, correct?"

"Yes."

"You're 19, correct?"

"Yes."

"Your family live in California, correct?"

"Yes."

"You play the guitar, correct?"

"Yes."

"You're in love with Awsten Knight, correct?"

"Yes." Geoff blushed brightly. "Uh I mean no! no no no.."

Jawn and Otto looked at each other, wide grins spread on their faces.

"Oh my fucking god we knew it." Jawn whispered and laughed.

"Mhm." Otto agreed.

"Knew what?"

"Oh, nothing." Jawn grabbed Otto and dragged him out of Geoff's apartment. As they walked down the stairs they heard Geoff's distant shouts of: 'What?!' and 'By the way, you look stupid!'