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Matt was pretty sure this was the day when he was finally going to run out of luck and kick the bucket. But if it did happen, he vowed to himself, he was going to make sure Vince went down with him. The shouts of rage hadn't gotten any closer, but they sure weren't growing further away either. The blonde teenager prided himself on being very good at running, a skill acquired after years of trying not to get the crap beaten out of him, but their pursuers were equally good at pursuing. Vince, the bastard, was treating this like some sort of amusing sidetrip on the way home after work. He was even laughing.
"I. Hate. You," Matt growled, "So. Much."
"No you don't," he replied.
Vince. How did one describe Vince properly? He was one of a kind, that's for damn sure. Matt had never met anyone with such sheer confidence as the brunette had. He could jump into any kind of situation you could possibly imagine, no matter how suicidal it seemed, without hesitating. And somehow he always managed to come out of those situations without a scratch. It was as if he had a guardian angel constantly watching out for him, ready to interfere if someone had the gall to try something as rude as, for example, scalping him with a cheese grater. Because of this he'd never bothered developing the survival instincts other people were usually born with. Which is why they were now running for their lives from a murderous mob.
Of course while Matt was most likely going to be caught and pulverized, Vince would reach the safety of his home without a hair out of place, one way or another. It was, in Matt's humble opinion, totally unfair.
"Why?" the blonde whined. "Why do you always have to be such an asshole when people annoy you?"
"He was calling you unmentionable things," his boyfriend replied. "He deserved it."
"Yes, but now they are going to kill us. Or possibly torture and then kill us."
"They'll have to catch us first," Vince said cheerfully. "And I know a place we can hide."
Matt yelped when the other boy grabbed his collar and pulled him to the side, down an alley. He got showed down behind a large dumpster and Vince crouched down over him to shield him with his body. They stilled and listened carefully as the mob closed in, and ran by the mouth of the alley, completely missing them.
"Oh thank God," Matt sighed in relief, while Vince sat back on his haunches and frowned at him, suddenly serious.
"Does this happen a lot?"
"Only when certain morons piss them off," the blonde retorted with a glare. "As long as I keep my head down they don't bother me too badly."
"That's...You-" Vince groaned and pinched the bridge of his nose. "That's it. You're moving in."
"Huh?"
"I said that you're moving in. With me. At my house."
Matt gaped at him.
"What? I can't just move away! I've got school here!"
"So? We've got busses for a reason," Vince retorted. "Don't you want to get away from those losers?"
"But...move in with you? Just like that?"
"Sure."
"But-"
Vince sighed and leaned forward, silencing Matt with a kiss. After a few moments he pulled back and the blonde blinked at him, red spreading over his cheeks.
"We'll work everything out. Just stop worrying for once."
The younger boy sighed, but couldn't help the smile that broke out across his face.
Och där kom jag inte på nått mer så där slutar det. XD
"I. Hate. You," Matt growled, "So. Much."
"No you don't," he replied.
Vince. How did one describe Vince properly? He was one of a kind, that's for damn sure. Matt had never met anyone with such sheer confidence as the brunette had. He could jump into any kind of situation you could possibly imagine, no matter how suicidal it seemed, without hesitating. And somehow he always managed to come out of those situations without a scratch. It was as if he had a guardian angel constantly watching out for him, ready to interfere if someone had the gall to try something as rude as, for example, scalping him with a cheese grater. Because of this he'd never bothered developing the survival instincts other people were usually born with. Which is why they were now running for their lives from a murderous mob.
Of course while Matt was most likely going to be caught and pulverized, Vince would reach the safety of his home without a hair out of place, one way or another. It was, in Matt's humble opinion, totally unfair.
"Why?" the blonde whined. "Why do you always have to be such an asshole when people annoy you?"
"He was calling you unmentionable things," his boyfriend replied. "He deserved it."
"Yes, but now they are going to kill us. Or possibly torture and then kill us."
"They'll have to catch us first," Vince said cheerfully. "And I know a place we can hide."
Matt yelped when the other boy grabbed his collar and pulled him to the side, down an alley. He got showed down behind a large dumpster and Vince crouched down over him to shield him with his body. They stilled and listened carefully as the mob closed in, and ran by the mouth of the alley, completely missing them.
"Oh thank God," Matt sighed in relief, while Vince sat back on his haunches and frowned at him, suddenly serious.
"Does this happen a lot?"
"Only when certain morons piss them off," the blonde retorted with a glare. "As long as I keep my head down they don't bother me too badly."
"That's...You-" Vince groaned and pinched the bridge of his nose. "That's it. You're moving in."
"Huh?"
"I said that you're moving in. With me. At my house."
Matt gaped at him.
"What? I can't just move away! I've got school here!"
"So? We've got busses for a reason," Vince retorted. "Don't you want to get away from those losers?"
"But...move in with you? Just like that?"
"Sure."
"But-"
Vince sighed and leaned forward, silencing Matt with a kiss. After a few moments he pulled back and the blonde blinked at him, red spreading over his cheeks.
"We'll work everything out. Just stop worrying for once."
The younger boy sighed, but couldn't help the smile that broke out across his face.
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