Dallas' day consisted of doing nothing but lounging on his bed and playing online games. Of course, he finished all of his homework, as it was to be expected of him otherwise he would get an earful from his father and probably his step-mother. He despised her more than anything, though he'd never dare make his dislike toward Aiden's mother as strong as Aiden showed his hatred toward his own father. He found it was more respectful to keep his feelings on the particular subject at bay rather than openly express it. None of it mattered at this moment anyway, for he was immersed in a round of Black Ops, cursing away in his microphone because of a damn hacker ruining his current game. He realized that puny noobs decided to do it more often, as if it would bring them a sense of satisfaction to lower everyone's character stats as well as general mood. "Fucking retard." Dallas muttered, making one of his online friends grumble in understanding."Sorry, I can't do this." Was his final mutter into the microphone before Dallas exited the game and shut his laptop with a rather loud thud; the sound more than satisfactory to his pissed-off mood. He threw the device beside him onto his bed and swung his legs over the side, heaving himself up with a groan. Slowly, the boy stretched his limbs, sighing in relief as his muscles complied happily to the amount of comfort it brought.Dallas realized that Aiden's door suddenly flew open and within moments, his own was opened, revealing an ecstatic boy standing at his doorway. Almost immediately, a smile uplifted his countenance as he made his way over to him. His eyes glanced up and he smiled, still not saying anything but only reached for Aiden's hand and pulled him into his room, shutting the door behind the two of them. "They're gone." Dallas repeated, watching as he twined their fingers together, his eyes growing warmer with ever second they spent in this small moment. "What happens now?" He asked, looking back up at Aiden, a teasing smile stretching on his face as he awaited for the answer. "Why are you so happy that they're gone?" Dallas rephrased, his tone rather sarcastically teasing as he brought Aiden's twined hand up to his lips and kissed one of his knuckles before bringing their hands back down.((I lost my post earlier so I typed it up really quick again. x.x So sorry it's awful.))
Dallas' biological mother was a person the boy rarely spoke of. He never spoke her name in front of Aiden either, never dared utter the words of which haunted his every dream. Of course, the last he's seen of her was a good five years ago, but it hurt, nevertheless. She was still alive as far as Dallas was concerned. Alive and uncaring of him. He was convinced that she had broken her promise regarding her coming back and whisking him away from his father he - back then - hated due to some rather dark experiences he never spoke of either.His thoughts faded away as Aiden’s sweet words invaded his mind, making a smile uplift his features, his eyes brightening slightly. He readjusted his position on the bed, making himself more comfortable. It was a secret as well that Dallas’ sexuality oriented toward specimens of his own; his father was convinced he would grow up and become and international athlete, marry a successful model or lawyer and have exceedingly bright children. Now, he was aware that he was feeding his dad nothing but lies which piled onto the weight he carried on his shoulders. He was aware that it was his fault that his dad was determined he was so good at sports or that he'd marry a socially beautiful lady because, well, he kind of indirectly fed him those excuses in order to push down the truth. It was all part of the game, he supposed.The gentle tingles rooting from Aiden's lips below his ear made him close his eyes. He squeezed their twined hands gently, his smile broadening at his secret lover's words. "Finally." He murmured in agreement, disappointment flooding through him when Aiden pulled away. Truth be told, Dallas sort of enjoyed having to sneak around in order to hold his boyfriend. He felt quite rebellious and gained an unexplained sense of satisfaction, knowing that his father or step-mother did not know any of this. It was their own little secret to cherish and nurture. It made everything between the two of them more special...more...sincere."I've missed you." The blonde murmured, his hand resting on Aiden's cheek, stroking it gently before leaning in and capturing the boy's lips in his for a few, sweet, moments before pulling back. "I mean, I missed you as much as two people in a house can miss each other." He grinned, tilting his head to the side with a faint chuckle. He dropped his hand onto the bed and looked around, realizing that there really wasn't much they could do in here. "So...I think we should take my dad's liquor and get drunk." An appropriate way to spend an evening for two teenage boys, no?
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