ｃｈｉｌｌ - Boyf Riends One Shots

There's Nothing Scarier

I'm writing this on Halloween so it's probably gonna be published a few days late
I don't really like this, but I haven't updated in ages and you guys deserve a chapter
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Do you wanna know what the worst thing about Halloween is?

Okay saying that makes it sound like I don't like Halloween. I really like halloween. It's like my third favourite event of the year.

But the only bad thing, is that it happens so late in the day.

I have to wait until ass o'clock to get into my costume, and wait even longer to go trick or treating or watch scary movies. For most of the day, I have to just be 'normal' which is gross.

But there is a plus side. When you have two friends (and a boyfriend) who are total Halloween fanatics, they always make sure to make the most of the holiday. This is code for getting high and thirsting over Sarah Michelle Gellar. Candy is there somewhere.

November first hits me like a fucking bus. God. My eyes are closed but the world still seems wayyyyyy too bright. Okay okay okay. Count of three, I'm gonna open my eyes. One . . . two . . . three- AH FUCK.

My head pounds under the bright light of Micheals neon sign. Slowly, my eyes focus on the sign, which proudly reads, "homo". His basement slowly comes into focus, starting with the wooden walls, all the way to the faded couches. With a groan and a creak, I slowly sit up from my beanbag. My headache dies down, but whatever way I slept on my neck makes it hurt like a little bitch.

On the couch opposite me, my boyf is sprawled out on the couch. His glasses are slightly knocked askew as his face is smushed into the couch cushion. I can't help but smile. Rich is asleep on the floor. No pillows or blankets. Just Rich and the rough carpet. Something moves on the beanbag next to me. Jake sits up slowly, clearly going through the same pain that I did.

Welcome to the fucking club, buddy.

He notices me through squinted eyes, cracking a smile.

"Mornin'" he yawns, stretching his arms over his head.

"To you too" I reply, monotone.

Jake raises an eyebrow. "Well someones cranky"

"It was a long night. Excuse me if I'm not a ray of fucking sunshine"

Jake chuckles, picking up a pillow that was on the floor next to him. "Maybe this will cheer you up"

With an athletic throw, he hurls the pillow right at Rich's head. Rich shoots upright with a yell. His head whips his head over to Jake, his tired eyes alive with fury.

"Bitch I wATH THLEEPING?!" He screeches, hurling his whole duvet back at Jake. Since duvets are harder to throw than pillows, it barely travels two feet before landing on the floor.

Richs sudden outburst caused Micheal to wake up with a snort. The Filipino mutters some obscure swear word under his breath as he rubs his eyes.

"Happy Halloween?" He yawns, slowly sitting upright on the couch. I smile at my sleepy boyfriend. His curly hair is in a tussle- wait what's that called . . . sex hair! That's it! Micheal is rocking some serious sex hair. Very hot.

Micheal notices me looking, and smirks.
"Like what you see?"

"Oh you know I do" I reply.

Jake gasps beside me, throwing his hand over his heart dramatically.
"Wow I'm right here but okay"

I raise an eyebrow, butt (A/N ha. Butt) don't say anything. Micheal notices too, but brushes it off as his stomach growls.

"Alright. Breakfast anyone?" He asks, getting up from the couch and stretching.