It had been a week or so since Omar had mistakenly struck Gazzy in the chest, the hurt and betrayal in his eyes giving him nightmares. He never wanted to see that expression on his face again, for any reason. Pump had clearly been avoiding him and he couldn't really blame him for it. Spending most of his time either high or drunk, he didn't even enjoy fucking hoes anymore; it was meaningless to him.
Downing his third shot of the night, Omar unlocks his phone to check if Gazzy's replied to him on anything. Opening instagram, he's immediately assaulted by the newest post his friend is tagged in, captioned "put it in his backbone😜".
His heart sinks as he takes in the multiple 69 tattoos scattered across the hand at Gazzy's lips. Instead of getting mad, he lights a blunt and takes a long drag, exhaling as he lets the anger flow through him. After a couple more drags a sense of calm settles over him as realization finally hits. He is jealous. He wanted to be the one fucking Gazzy silly, but beyond that he longed for that closeness. Omar missed spending all of his time with the other boy, he missed hugging him and making him smile. He had to fix this, but not tonight; he was far too drunk to even begin to explain his sudden epiphany to himself fully, let alone someone else. Gazing at Pump's salacious expression one last time, he falls asleep.
—a couple days later—
Late into the day Omar awoke, luckily sleeping long enough to have missed his hangover. He rolls over and checks his phone, instantly waking up upon seeing a text from Gazzy.
gigi💖: can we meet sumwere 2 talk?
Omar thinks for a minute before typing back a response, looking around for his keys afterwards.
purppp💘😍: can u make it to that park we used to go to?
gigi💖: ya b there in 10
The sky had begun to darken as Omar pulls into the parking lot, seeing the blonde and purple dreaded teen sitting idly in a swing a few meters away. Turning off and exiting his car, he locks it and walks over to Gazzy, sitting in the swing next to him. "Hey," he spoke quietly.
Pump turns to him and smiles softly, showing a glimpse of his braces. "Hi. What made you think of this place? We ain't been here in a long ass time," Gazzy says as he looks around at the empty equipment, reminiscing about some of the memories they had here.
Omar chuckles as he too ponders over the memories, "When we kissed after that party, it reminded me of our first kiss under the tire over there. You remember?"
(incase u don't know what i'm talking about, they're like this)
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Gazzy giggles and blushes lightly as he nods, he'd never forget that day after school where Omar had walked home with him in a huff.
—flashback— After incessant prodding from the then 11 year old, 14 year old Purpp had pulled him aside and climbed under one of the overturned tires, looking around to make sure no one is within hearing distance. Omar sighs and shrugs, Gazzy not accepting that as an answer.
