Couldn't keep away... ( INANIMATE INSANITY // LIGHTBRUSH Fanfiction )

You're back...

: This chapter takes place 2 days after the chapter I posted before this.

Paper entered the hotel late at night. He came in from the side door, slowly, to avoid catching anyone's attention.

After he was inside, he sighed in relief. Thank god the door didn't make a noise this time. He said to himself.

Paper walked into the living room and sat on the couch. He covered his face with his hands and swallowed hard.

It was awfully quiet. Everyone must've been fast asleep, he thought. Or maybe he couldn't hear a thing due to every part of his body being numb.

He laid back and shut his eyes for a minute. He thought about the last conversation he had with OJ.
I need to get the keys back from Taco. I don't care about the money anymore. I haven't even spent a dollar of it. Were Paper's only thoughts at the moment.

As his eyes were shut, he took a deep breath and let his limbs hang loose. He was at peace, for a second. Until he heard,

"You're back..."

Paper's eyes opened immediately. He saw OJ standing there, leaned against the wall a few feet away from where he was sitting.

Paper would've felt nervous, if he wasn't drunk. Their last encounter was a situation he'd never want to be in again, unless it was sexual. Angry OJ wasn't fun to be around. Especially if you were Paper, being madly in love with him.

"OJ..." Paper says softly.

OJ looked at Paper, then looked away.

Paper got up from the couch and stepped closer towards OJ. Who was.. wearing a tuxedo?

Paper looked OJ up and down.

"You're a wearing a tux... why?" Paper says as he blushed.

OJ raised his eyebrow and stood up straight. "I had a date." He said with ease.

As soon as he said those words, the smile on Paper's face disappeared.

Despite being in the numb state he was in due to the alcohol, all of the feelings Paper felt when he was with OJ, were still there. They were always there.

Paper's heart started beating faster. It was loud.

"A... date?" Paper says with his face completely blank. He could feel his blood boiling every second that he stared at OJ. But did he really have a right to be this mad? Paper did lie to him about something important.

"Why does it matter to you? You're careless, aren't you?" OJ says as he walks right past Paper.

Paper curled his bottom lip and turned around. "Is this to get back at me?!" Paper yelled.

OJ paused and looked back at Paper. "Are you serious right now?" He says with utter disgust.

Paper feels pain in his throat as he speaks. "I'm sorry about the keys! I'll get them back!!!" He says as tears start streaming down his face.

OJ looks at him and sighs. "I don't need the keys. I have many spares." OJ explains.

Paper sniffles and looks up. "Then... why—

"Because you lied to me. Right to my face, Paper." OJ says as he holds onto the railing and takes one step. "With no hesitation..." He turns back around and walks upstairs. Leaving Paper downstairs.

Paper falls to his knees as he sobs softly.

To be continued