Novelette {Oneshots}

Distraction ✧ 𝚂𝚔𝚎𝚙𝚙𝚢

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Went to my Skephalo origins on wattpad for this one...

𝚃𝚆𝚜: -
This one does get a bit more in-depth with the kissing description, but like Black Roses. Nothing more.

𝙳𝚎𝚜𝚌: Read Two Sides Of You by @/BlingBlon and got inspired to write a darker concept for Bad. He's part of a dangerous gang, but Skeppy is a normal person.
A gunfight occurs one night, which freaks out Zak, and Darryl tries to calm him down.

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When the first round of gunshots fires in the yard below, I'm not prepared. Curling up further into the sheets of Darryl's bed, I watch through the window as bullets fly. Nobody in particular, and not a lot of people. I can't make out anyone in specific, thankfully, but knowing what's happening makes me just as anxious.

I grab at the bedsheets and pull them over my head, forcing myself to tear my eyes away from the scene below. My breathing is ragged and uneven, making my voice raspy as I scream. The screaming quickly reduces as my voice rubs raw, reactions nothing more than a fearful shudder.

The door suddenly flies open, and I force myself to follow Darryl's advice. Grab the gun, load it, then reveal yourself and fire. I reach behind me for a spare in the drawer by the bed, hands finding cool metal. Desperately I grasp it, loading it with trembling fingers as the figure approaches.

So close, I was doing so well. That is, until a third round of bullets spray as gunshots fire daw below. No matter how much I try to convince myself I'm safe from here, I know it's not true. Darryl isn't safe, he's not here.

You don't know that.

I'm not safe, not here, not right now. I get so close, so close until the spray from below picks up and a muffled sob escapes me. "Please..." I whisper, sobs echoing around the room and mixing with my words. "Don't hurt me..."

"I'm not going to hurt you, muffin."

The sound of his voice alone is enough confirmation, and I throw the covers off of my head to look him in the eyes. The eyes of my boyfriend, brilliant and green and staring right back at me with a broken smile. He's ok, unharmed aside from a small cut on his jaw.

As soon as he catches sight of the tear tracks down my cheeks he's beside me, arms wrapped around me tightly. Overprotective, tight and safe and everything I need right now.

"It's just me, sweetheart" he coos, caressing my back gently while mumbling those same words into my ear over and over. "It's just me, sweetheart. It's just me."

I grip his shirt with balled fists, crying into it as another round goes off below. I should be used to it by now, but I'm not. Not as I scream, past the point of trying to hide my fear. Some boyfriend I am, that of a criminal when I can't take a gun fight.

From fifty feet up. Can't even look at it. Can't even hear a gun fire without screaming.

And I'm not even in the fight.

"Distraction" I choke out, screwing my eyes shut tightly and trying to focus on something, anything except what's outside. A hand runs through my hair, ever so slowly. "You can use me as your distraction" Darryl mumbles quietly. "I can stay here with you."

"Sure?" I ask, pleading eyes with an equally as desperate tone to match. "Sure" he confirms, taking a slow breath. I force myself to do the same, breathing deeply until it's no longer forced.

Pulling away from Darryl, I get up and wipe the tears from my face. Probably in vain, as they'll surely return when the next person fires. He does the same, checking on the carnage below through our limited view from his bedroom window. More his temporary apartment, like a hotel room. I miss his old room, comfortable and smelling of him.

When he steps away from the window, I wait for him to come closer. He steps towards me with a small smile on his face. Most likely forced, but he looks relaxed. He's used to this, I'm not.

Should be, but I'm not.

Without waiting a second longer I close the gap between us, pressing my lips to his. It takes no time at all until he's kissing me back, confidently, unlike the last time. Maybe to comfort me, maybe something else. Either way, I like it.

My eyes fall closed, unable to stare back into his any longer. A moment of pure bliss, forgetting what is happenings few floors below us. It's in another world, nonexistent. It doesn't matter.

Not with him here, where my only thoughts are of us. His lips fit perfectly with mine, and I catch myself admiring them for so long I don't notice when my own part. To taste more of him, sweet yet sharp, ripe raspberries and a perfect pink to match. In this moment I know, I know I was so wrong before and he's so different.

I'm lost in his eyes, those damn green orbs that shine like no other. The stars envy that glow, brightest of all and dimes by none. Not like they used to be, this is a different side of him. One more confident, with that rekindled fire in his eyes that I thought I watched die out all those weeks ago.

"Ok?" he asks again shyly, the nervous boy beneath resurfacing. No matter how much Darryl tries to drown him out, he'll always be there. Under a criminal facade still lies that fearful boy I saw in high school. Now here he is, calm as ever.

"Always have been with you here," I respond. Honestly, but with enough sarcasm to earn a nervous giggle from him as he presses our lips back together, gently but surely. Each kiss becomes shorter as we lose our breath, wanting to drag it out longer than possible.

And as the bullets spray from below, I don't even flinch. A distant event in another world, muffled by my own little world.

My little world here with him.

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