Could Be His (Stosuh)

Page Four

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

After about an hour of Stephen chasing Jay around the house, Daniel decided he'd wake up to see what all of the commotion was about. "Stephen, why are you chasing Jay with a knife?" He mumbled, still tired from being over-slept. Stephen growled. "He-He!"
"I caught him cuddling up with Hosuh. He got mad, thought I was the one who did it, carefully pushed Hosuh away and then proceeded to chase me." Jay replied, calm. Too calm...
"Why didn't you tell me that wasn't the case, dumbass?" Stephen asked. He was embarrassed.
"Because I'm lying, I moved the both of you... but, it was Ann's request." Jay admitted.
"You-!"
"What's going on?" Hosuh yawned. He was sat up on the couch and had probably heard too much. "What was Ann's request?"

And then they spent a good hour or two trying to explain it but Stephen interrupting them to save his own purple pride.

(Perhaps maybe a comment swayed me to edit that—)

Eventually, the four boys decided to get dressed and ready for school, because that was a thing. "Um, guys..." Hosuh said, quiet but loud enough to hear. "I don't start until tomo-"
"Well, Stephen, since you always skip school, you stay here with Hosuh whilst me and Dan educate ourselves. Sound good? Great! See you at Four!" Jay butted in, pushing himself and Daniel out of the door before either Male could object.
"Damn you, Jay..."

As expected, both of them stayed away from eachother. That was, until noon, when both felt starved out of their minds. Perhaps not eating a proper meal for a day and a half wasn't the best of plans. "Hosuh."
"Purple."
They both sat on separate sides of Dan's over-sized dining table. Neither spoke, neither even looked at eachother-

Wait- wait, Stephen....
Fine, let's rewrite.

Neither spoke, but that didn't mean Stephen didn't sneak a peak or two. Hosuh was smaller than him, a lot of people were, but he was shorter by a considerable amount. His skin was somewhat fairer, and his cheeks seemed to be painted with a red hue. He was embarrassed, probably because he had realised that Stephen was staring at him.
"What?" Hosuh asked, finally working up the courage.
"What?" He replied.
"You're staring at me!" Hosuh accused. Stephen just laughed and rolled his eyes.
"Like i would give you any of my attention." He scoffed, continuing to eat. Like I wouldn't...
"Well, staring isn't nice. Some people find it offensive." Hosuh continued. "So please don't."
"Just because you said please." Stephen pouted sarcastically. "as if, I'll do what I want, fatass."

Hosuh went red at the comment. "I-I'm not that fat..."
"Oh, please!" Stephen laughed. "You look like a tub of lard!"
"I-I said I'm n-not!" Hosuh protested.
"And I said-" Before Stephen could finish, Hosuh stood up and left. He hated being insulted.

He crawled into his room, trying to soak up his unwanted tears with the blanket. Why am I so emotional? What else was I expecting from that idiot? He steadied his breath. Well, I've now officially embarrassed myself...

He looked at himself in the mirror. He wasn't overly slim, but you wouldn't be able to call him fat and have a reasonable excuse.

Suddenly, he heard a knock on the door. "Hello?"