Oh My God (SebaCiel)

Loser.

"Welcome home loserrrr. Soooo? Did you finally get some di-WOAH. What's the matter, pumpkin? Just give me five letters, that's all I need to beat the living-"

"SHUT UP, ALOIS! JUST SHUT UP. Can you be so kind as to get me a slice of pizza? Then, take off the pepperoni and GO FUCK YOURSELF WITH IT!"

Alois looked shocked as he almost dropped the glass of vodka in his hand because it's perfectly normal for adults to drink in the morning, Ciel, one day you'll understand and placed the other over the fine white silk that covered his chest .

"Okay, wow. I'll take that as a 'no' and just go ahead and hit up the gang."

"Sigh... Please, don't call a group of middle-aged men hanging out with a seventeen year old a 'gang', unless you want to get arrested."

"'Middle-aged' my ass."

"Literally."

I threw myself onto the plush couch, watching as my bag slid down my arm and spilled its contents all over the freshly vacuumed Marilyn Monroe carpet. I sighed, reaching for the the Hannah Montana pillow seriously? to my right and smuggling my face with it, screaming till I almost burst a lung because I really, truly, and honestly hate my life.

Alois got up and I could tell from the sound of his slippers sliding against the hardwood floor that he wasn't going to let this go. So fuck me.

"Come on, babydoll, you gotta open up to me for a sec. You don't have to go through this alone, not now, not ever."

I felt my eyes prickle with the burn of unshed tears as I looked at his baby blue eyes and knew he wasn't lying.

"Don't call me that....th-that's...sniff...for girls..."

"Ugh, whatever, way to ruin the mood."

I held back a manly giggle, but before I knew it, I was crying and it just wouldn't stop. Fucking shit.

Alois looked up from his phone, where he was probably texting the "gang", and scooted closer to wrap his arms around me in a soft hug. One I so badly needed.

"Just let me have this, please Ciel."

"...I'm so lucky t-to have you Alois. I-sniff don't even know why I'm getting so worked up over a boy who I've barely talked to. He's probably already forgotten my name...god, I'm just so stupid."

I furrowed my brows with the realization, letting new tears slide down my cheeks tried to remember what I ever saw in him. Except, I didn't have to try too hard because I knew exaclty why I couldn't get him outta my head. It was the way he actually cared about me, the way he sat through a whole season of Hero Academia and listened to me ship every character that could breathe. It was the way he laughed when I said some old boomer joke and the way he didn't mind dancing to my horrible taste in music. But what really makes him unforgettable is that when I was at my lowest, when somebody pushed me down, he found me and held me like I'd fall apart if he left me alone.

"Hey, don't talk yourself down like that. Who cares if you just met, there's nothing anyone can say to make you feel differently. If that kid took your heart and gave it a blowjob within minutes of being introduced to one another, then who gives a flying a shit? No one. Because the heart wants what it wants."

I smiled at the idiot who just ruined a perfectly emo speech with some reference to Selena Gomez and a heart with a penis.

The same stupid, dumb idiot who's also my best friend.

"Thanks. I'm gonna go take a bath and relax before the grownups get here with the wine and cheese."

"Okay, I'll go grab my pajamas. Hey! Don't look at me like that, seriously, I'm not gonna walk around naked in front of you guys, I have class...Okay, fine, but it was one time!"

"Whatever. Don't bother me unless the house caught on fire and I'm already dead."

"It's good to know that you're not like all the other suicidal teenagers of your generation that rather jump off a mountain than climb one."

"Be proud."

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Boom boom.