Short breaths came from Will's smooth luscious lips, warm air escaping into the bitter atmosphere, leaving a slight glossy look to settle on them. His mind is now finally more clear as the dust from the dirty alley he's running through murkily floats its way into his already smoky lungs. A small hand, littered with cold shiny rings grabs his wrist and pulls him into an abandoned building in the dimly lit side street. The familiar hand leads him deep into the warehouse, sending a warm feeling through his cold stiff body. Wills icy blue eyes fling shut and he scrunches up his small button nose as light immediately surrounds the two boys. His smooth chocolatey voice flows through the air. "Hey Georgie," Will announces happily to the shorter boy.
George grins up at him, showing his shiny white teeth. He lets go of Will's wrist and stalks away into their bathroom, soon coming back out with a facecloth and a first aid kit. "C' mon mate, let's get you cleaned up a bit," he laughs. Will sits down on their old wooden coffee table that's in the middle of the abandoned warehouse. They turned it into a hangout that no one knows about. His slightly rough fingertips thread into Wills's dark chocolate hair, brushing it off his forehead. He then brings the cloth to his perfect dark eyebrows and rubs away the crimson red blood that's trickled down the side of his milky smooth face. "You need to be more careful, Will" George sighs, a small frown settling on his stressed pale face.
"I know, I didn't mean to George" he exclaims wincing as George cleans the small cut, placed high on his structured cheekbone. Will remembers the events leading to him getting the marks, suddenly feeling exhausted from it all. Wills almond-shaped eyes flutter shut, leading his dark long eyelashes to sit neatly rested on the tops of his slightly red cheeks. He lets a quiet sigh escaped his balmy lips, the light shining onto his mirror skin, creating small highlights to appear accentuating his features.
George hands him some panadol and lifts his bottle to meet Will's warm lips, noticing how tired and sore he is. He gets Will some better clothes to change into and then goes and sits on the couch, turning a movie on. Will soon joins him on the couch, tiredly flopping down next to him. Within a few minutes, Will's heavy head is resting in his lap, breathing finally evening out as he becomes relaxed. He timidly runs his warm fingers through Will's flat hair, sighing slightly.
"Goodnight Will," he whispers to his best friend.
the end yeet :)
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lmao we are gonna pretend that this isn't my creative writing that i done for an english assignment
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Fanfictionbum boys or something like that 🥵 im so sorry this is so bad. i wrote it when i was like 15
