Could Be His (Stosuh)

Page Three

Hosuh took a step forwards. "H-Hey!"

Hosuh groaned, waking with a huge headache. After he stood up for whoever was being beaten up, he got attacked himself, and Jay had to pry them all off of him, which he did with very little difficulty, but just enough to give them to time to hurt him. He walked downstairs, seeing Jay and smiling. "Morning.." he mumbled. He trusted Jay, so he didn't mind him seeing his ridiculous pyjamas, which he was 90% sure were girls, but wore anyways. Just a baggy T-shirt and pyjama shorts that would ride up if he wasn't careful. All was good, until he saw a familiar head of purple hair, and he froze. He hadn't really found any trust in Stephen yet, so this was really awkward for him. The purple-haired boy just looked at him and scoffed. Hosuh could've sworn he saw a thin blush appear on Purple's cheeks.

"Hey, Hosuh, you're awake!" Dan smiled. "Come join us, we're playing some video games!" Hosuh obeyed, sitting between Jay and Daniel. They played for about an hour or two, before Jay decided to get up for snacks. "Uh, Stephen, can I talk to you for a bit?" Jay asked, after about three or so minutes of rummaging for food. The purple-haired male stood and walked into the kitchen, which was too far away for Hosuh to eaves Drop. Oh well, he's just ask Jay later.

Chapter Two
(A demon, a human and an incubus walk into a bar)

Stephen growled. "What?"
"So, you think you'll be friends with Hosuh?" Jay asked, biting at his nails.
"Look, just because you think that I made an exception with you, doesn't mean that I'd make an exception for him, no way. He seems stuck up his own ass from what I've heard." He hissed. "I only started hanging out with you because you found out about us."
Jay stared into an almost empty glass of juice he was holding. "Yeah... I know... But you know how hard it'll be to try to explain what the fuck is going on with our wack-job of a town?" His voice wasn't raised, just on its usual bland note.  Stephen nodded sadly.
"Yeah. We've been through this before, though, and we made it, remember." He sighed. "I just... I don't get a good feeling from the guy. He doesn't feel like Dan and I do... but he doesn't feel like you either... it's strange.."

The two sat back down, Jay practically forcing Stephen next to Hosuh. They kept playing death match after death match after death match, and eventually, two of four players retreated to Daniel's room, tired and sore-eyed. Still, Stephen and Hosuh were standing strong, not a single death on either of them from the now absent males. "Hey, Stephen, you're pretty cool. I mean, we haven't spoken much, but I think you not commenting on my stupid pyjamas is pretty awesome of you..." Hosuh smiled, putting his controller in his lap to take a break from the game. Stephen also took this as a way to relax his hands, which were starting to get sore with how roughly he was handling the controller.
"Thanks..." he muttered, grabbing their empty cans and throwing them into the bin. "You're... not bad..." The smaller of the two smiled.
"Well, it's better than being the worst." He grinned. A slight yawn left his lips. "Man, I'm tired."

Holy SHIT!
Stephen woke, stiff and unmoving. He was laying down on the couch, where he had fallen asleep, but there was one difference. Hosuh. Hosuh was cuddled up close to him and laying cozily in his arms. He heard a slight snicker.

"Jay... you are so dead..."