A Flair For The Dramatic

25.

Bro I'm so weird. My dad come home from work and I was in my room 'asleep' and he went into his room and I snuck out and now I'm In the kitchen slightly hiding so he'll be surprised when he turns the corner and sees me standing here

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I... its Martin Luther king jr. Day so something and he doesn't have work. Which means I just woke up early for no reason... 

I'm so stupid...

Oli gives me a cup of tea and I blow on it gently trying to cool it down. I feel as if I were being watched so I glance up to see he is looking at me blow on my drink. I blush and look back at the tea.

"Do you want sugar, honey, or ice in your tea?" He asks and I nod a little he gets some sugar cubes.. sugar cubes? I knew they existed but I've never seen them. He holds the box for me to take some and I take a few putting all but one in and then I put the last in my mouth.

He smiles at me and I smile back feeling a little silly for eating straight sugar. At least it wasnt gay sugar. A mental image of rainbow sugar pops into my head and I almost giggle.

"Finally you smile, I was starting to think you couldn't use those muscles in your cheeks," he says causing me to giggle. I cover my face en at my smile.

"Its cute, I'm not really into girls but you are starting to be an exception- well not like into you into you, just.. I'm going to shut up now," he says blushing.

"I'm a boy," I say and his eyes flicker down my body.

"Sorry, I should have asked what pronouns to use," he says and I give him a weird look. Does he not believe I'm biologically a guy?

After we drink our tea, I'm full of sugar, honey, ice, and tea. Like, I usually dont drink tea but he made it super good and ended up having second's.

As he drives me to Alan's we stop by McDonald's and he orders us biscuits even though I told him I didn't want to waste his money. People gave me strange looks because of me just wearing a hoodie but I'm use to strange looks.

People use to think me and Alan were a lesbian couple. Now we are in his car driving to Alan's. He turns on the radio and I almost jump out of my skin with how loud and aggressive the song is.

666 pa-

He shoves the nob making it go to country and fumbles to turn it to something better making me laugh at him. He looks embarrassed as he trys to find a station and not his CD.

I swat his hand away and turn it back to the song that he had on.

"Six, six, six
Party with the devil, bitch" i sing along making him look at me surprised. But he smiles and starts singing with me.

"Rage-aholics
Anonymous
Fill your cups
We're dancing with the devil
He'll drink you under the table
Fire burning in your lungs
So drink up
And now the devil's inside me
I feel better than I ever have before" I'm more violently whispering because I cant scream like this.

"You don't agree with the things that I do
And you always accuse me
Fuck

Let's go

I can never ever be a perfect fucking image of what you want
And nobody can ever live forever
Get over it
I'm ready now" I smile as he sings along perfectly.

"Here we go

All you do is point and accuse
A useless flaming ball of shit
Causing trouble with my friends

I don't give a fuck what you think
The devil's got my fucking back

If you keep running your mouth
You'll get your baby motherfucked

Fuck that shit

Rage-aholics
Anonymous
Fill your cups
We're dancing with the devil
He'll drink you under the table
Fire burning in your lungs
So drink up
And now the devil's inside me
I feel better than I ever have before

Go

Come on, get up and we'll party with the devil
And the party never stops
Until you're on my fucking level
It's another night alive
Another reason we can break shit
Fuck another hot bitch
My initials are six, six, six

Fuck you"

For the rest of the way we listened to deathcore, rock, and britney spears.

*goes to sleep at 11pm*

Um, yeah

*puts the list of things to comment here* I'm lazy