Handcuffed

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This is in Chosen's POV. Chosen and Purple do not get along, so their friends come up with a creative way to get them to get along, and it works a little too good.

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As I jumped down from my document with my castle, I knew the others were up to something. They stood together with Purple. Were they once again trying to get us to get along?

"Chosen, can you come over here?" Second asked as he stood next to Purple. Shrugging I walked over. Before I could get a word in, a snap interrupted my thoughts. Looking down, I saw a pair of handcuffs around both mine and Purple's wrists. The others ran away before I could yell at them.

"Seriously?" Purple sighed dramatically.

"I know, why can't they just get that we will never get along," I complain. Using my wrist to drag Purple, I pulled both of us towards my castle. I know I have some things that could break these handcuffs in my castle somewhere.

"Why are we going to your place?" Purple asked a little too loud for my taste. Ignoring him, I pull him through the doors and start searching.

"Hey, at least we're suffering together," Purple mentioned as I tried to ignore him. Groaning in frustration, I drag him to the next door. As I searched, Purple brought up an old picture of Dark Lord and me.

"If it wasn't totally unethical, I would definitely blackmail you with this." Purple teased.

"Because you're a shining beacon of ethics, right?" I stated while glaring at him.

"I'd agree with you, but then we'd both be wrong," Purple said while laughing. Turning my back to him, I find myself wishing I had a bucket of lava to pour on him.

"Are you clinically insane or incredibly annoying?" I growled to him.

"I don't know, probably both." Purple jocked while laughing. Finding some random book, I throw it at his stupid face. Unfortunately, I missed. Then, I notice a pair of tweezers in the corner. I nearly trip getting to them. As I pick the lock, Purple sits down impatient. A click and the handcuffs opened.

"How did you do that?" Purple asked in amazement.

"Maybe if you did a little less talking and a little more watching, you'd figure it out." I tease him as I notice we are inches apart. Before I could move away, Purple pinned me to the wall and kissed me hard.

"Ugh, fight me," I groan, not wanting to admit that I liked the kiss.

"I'm starting to think you just like me pinning you up against things, darling," Purple said slyly, with me chocking. With a smirk, I kiss his stupid face.

~a few hours later~

Purple and jump from my castle down to the taskbar with ease. The others run-up, looking surprised we didn't kill each other. Feeling a little mischievous, I french kiss Purple hard right in front of them. They all shriek and ran away. Smiling, I drag Purple behind me to annoy the others for putting us in handcuffs.

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