His Tattoos

Chapter 7-Bickering Gay Couple

"Stop putting your arm around her."

"Mom, I'm a big boy."

"Stop talking back to me!"

"Stop talking back to me!"

"Stop copying me!"

"Stop copying me!"

"I like My Little Pony and I'm a pedophile!"

"I know you are honey. But you forgot to add that your an asshole and a fucktard."

"You little piece of shi---crap. Crap. Sorry Ava."

"You can't even cuss!"

"Ava doesn't like it."

"Aren't you a good little bitch."

"Why you mother-ducking, piece of crap, low life, go and die in a hole."

"Why haven't you grown some balls, you'll fit right in Middle School."

"Chase Black and Brian Winterbottom you two will stop acting like a bickering gay couple! Right this instance!"

Both looked and me with wide eyes as their cheeks were painted a light pink color. They actually looked like a couple. Oh my gosh they looked so cute together! I think I'm going to start cheering them on if it actually comes to that.

Both of them were scratching the back of their necks and awkwardly avoiding each others eyes.

"Cute," I whispered while giggling quietly.

Both of their heads whipped to me in sync.

"No!" Both yelled at the same time.

I giggled again and tried wiggling my eyebrows. Keword: tried. I failed horribly and must have made an extremely funny face because all three of us burst out laughing at the same time.

Brian turned to Chase and examined him for the second time since he met him. Chase gave him a quizzical look.

Slowly, Brian gave him a friendly smile, the first nice gesture ever since he met him.

"If Ava likes you I guess you'll be alright. Let's redo this. I'm Brian." He raised his right hand in a greeting. Chase shook it with a friendly face and replied mischeviousley, "It's nice to meet you, Mr. Winterbottom."

Brian groaned, but nonetheless started laughing, Chase and I chimed in. They would make such a cute couple. And babies. Ok, I'm going to stop right there.

Suddenly Brian tensed and changed the atmosphere into a heavy and serious one. He turned his face towards me, "How are things going for you now? Are you better...from that incident."

Hearing his caring and comforting voice I was hesitant to speak, especially in front of Chase, but I sighed and gave a bittersweet smile,"It's not as bad." When I said that a warm hand, which I almost forgot was wrapped around me, squeezed me in comfort. I was grateful for that. I laid my head down on his broad shoulders and sighed in contempt. Brian suddenly stood up.

"I'm going to stay in a hotel." He declared. I stood up to stop him but he shook his head. "I refuse to be the third wheel!" He yells viciously, in a playful manner.

Chase puts his bandaged hand on his face to cover himself while I bow my head using my hair to cover my cheeks, one still bruised. Brian lifts my head with his thumb, kisses my bruised cheek and gives a toothy grin. He swiftly grabs his belonging, waves at Chase and then just like that, leaves.

I yawn tiredly and go into the kitchen to grab an icepack. Before I even walk three steps, the man sitting on the couch pulls me down and made a gesture saying that I should rest. I tiredly give in and lay my head down gently on his lap. He was so warm and fluffy...just like a marshmallow.

I snuggled in his lap. "So you don't like cussing?" The sudden voice broke me out of my sleepy trance.

"No. Bad memories," I mutter, grabbing his shirt and playing with the hem of it. Chase tenses and bows his head in my field of vision. He has an extremely guilty expression on his face.

I rush my finger up to his lips and shake my head, indicating that he didn't have to say anything. I ruffle his hair lovingly and continue snuggling in his stomach. This was crazy.

I didn't know this man, yet I let him in my apartment and life so easily. I easily let him gain this place in my heart. We aren't a couple. We don't love each other. Then why, why do I feel so safe, so light, so happy around him? Is this the sympathy talking? Or do I have some silly crush on him?

I'm scared of getting hurt, I'm scared of being left behind. I'm scared of losing him, another beautiful person in my life. But maybe, just maybe, if this handsome stranger hurts me, I wouldn't mind as long as it was him.

He hesitantly places his hand on my head and starts twirling my hair in circles. I thought he'd be disgusted but he treats each strand with affection and attention. He gently scrapes my scalp with his cut fingernails, slowly and tenderly. His breathing body radiates through mine and I feel my heart grow slow and steady. There's one last thought in my mind before I drift off to my dreams.

Yup, it's fine if I get hurt by this man.

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