𝐬.𝐝.𝐤 ( malejandro )

three

"okay." alvaro blinked. the peruvian boy's lips turned down to frown. "hm."

"that's all?" mattia questioned defensively. he didn't want alvaro's judgement. on the other hand, he would judge himself too.

"excepted some guy from another country. but hey, alejandro is second best." alvaro giggled before getting hit in the back of the head, hard. "ow you ratfuck." the peruvian boy pouted, rubbing the back of his head. "anyways," mattia continued, "i'm not sure how to do this."

"you should end it." alvaro fixed his hair. mattia crossed his arms over his chest, leg bouncing anxiously. "okay, maybe not then..." alvaro muttered. "but you should."

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"hey man, i love you but no fucking way." kairi got up. "you're playing my best friend."

"it was supposed to be meaningless!" alejandro grabbed kairi's wrist, forcing him to stop. "one time thing. e-experiment..." alejandro stuttered out uselessly. the latino was digging himself a hole.

"he isn't a fucking hobby." he yanked his wrist away. "figure this shit out, bro. that's why mattia don't wanna hang around you no more." kairi tsked.

"he doesn't wanna hang out with me?"

"fucking obviously, dumbass. are you blind?" kairi said angrily. mattia sometimes had his distant moments, and it was routine for the friend group. but over the past week or two, it worsened.

that's why kairi was in alejandro's house. it all made sense. alvaro is god- knows-where with mattia, probably comforting him. his best friend is hurt. he didn't even know.

guess it's alvaro and me to fix this, kairi thought to himself.

and what a challenge that will be.

[ not EDITED, sorry for being late life sucks. ty for 900+ reads. I love you guys. srry for the shitty update. ]