Sweet Heart [Editing?]

004

Crickets chirped loudly in the heat. It was something that seldom came to town; heat. Or even the sun in general. It was always raining in Fraelle. Creating huge lakes right in the street that cars would explode through and drench any passers-by. However, today was not one of those days.

Ambrose sucked on a cigarette as he watched the purples and pinks of sunset wash over the sky. Smoke came steadily from between his lips.

He loved sitting outside at this time. Especially when it was sunny. The air didn't move. It was like the planet was frozen. But Ambrose wasn't about to wish that on the world. Maybe just the town was frozen. Even the forest would suffice.

Even the smoke he breathed seem to hang in the air for a second or two longer than it should have. He wished Sep would come outside with him.

He hadn't seen him since the argument yesterday. He still felt terrible about what he had said. How could he not? Hades below, he'd give anything to see him. To tell him how horrid he felt. What could he do to make it up to him?

As if on cue, the front door opened. Ambrose whipped around so fast he was sure the pop he heard was from his back. He slowly turned back and took a long draw off his cigarette as Septimus sat next to him.

He watched the blond pick up a rock and chuck it into the street ahead. The crack of the rock clattering against the street broke the stillness of that evening. A bird chirped in a nearby tree, the crickets seemed to get louder, and the sun finally ducked below the horizon. He offered his cigarette to Sep.

" I didn't mean what I said yesterday," the ginger started the conversation while scratching a twig against the concrete steps.
"I know," the other chirped, "I have an seven year old. I just didn't expect that from you," he took the half-smoked cig from him, sucked on it for a second, and passed it back.

"Yeah," the dejected little noise that followed his answer out caused the blond to look at him and tilt his chin towards him. His heart raced. Fluttering like a dragonfly in a glass jar.

"You're my best friend, Ambrose," he said softly, studying his face. Ambrose's lips twitched. He watched Sep look at them and back up at his eyes. But they were just friends. Nothing would happen between them and he couldn't help but be a little disappointed.

"You're mine too, Sep," he cracked a smile, lifting his chin out of his callused hand.
"Are we okay now?" He asked, leaning back in his hands.
"Of course. Wanna go to a bar later?" The blonde smirked, ready for a night out as per usual. They always went to bars, and hung out. Sometimes they'd hit on women, sometimes each other, but everything would be forgotten by morning. They never left each other for a woman. They always came home together and would play video games until they passed out. Drunk or not.

That's what Ambrose loved. The coming home part. The part where they just relaxed and played games, and nothing ever went wrong.

"Hey, look at me real quick?" He looked at the blond again as he asked, gasping as his lips met his.

He was shocked as the blond suddenly ran his fingers through his curls and kissed him harder. Oh, but he loved it. He'd been dreaming of something like this. He could barely kiss back before Septimus pulled away with a cocky grin.

"Just in case you decide to run away from me again."