Posts by nikkilemonade

"Then quit over-reacting." He said, glancing at him.

"Fuck..." He mumbled, looking at him, and starting to pull on his arm harshly.

"Jerk..." He complained, reaching over and smacking him with his free hand.

"What are you going to even do?" He challenged.

"I know that... But you already know how I fight. I'm going to have to make a close-combat weapon." I stated, looking at him for a moment as my eye adjusted to the moving flame in his hand. "That might get us caught." I murmured, standing up as well and pointing to the torch in his hand. He had already made a weapon... Bow and arrow, the one thing I never really liked doing... But that would have explained why I hadn't run into him earlier.

"Make me." He challenged, smirking back at him.

"Because I can! Is that a damn problem?! Do you want me to stop fucking caring?!" He yelled.

A light pink tinted his cheeks as he let out a small smile, kissing him back.

"Gah! I hate this! You fucking messed with my head!" He yelled in frustration.

"That's a way to make me be quiet... But it wont last long." He teased back, smiling.

I let my eyes adjust to the darkness, looking around for a moment without speaking or moving. "Can you see? Or do you need help to move around quietly?" I asked, looking back at him, and moving closer, gently resting me hand on his shoulder. "Sorry, but you know this is the safest way. It's not as likely we'll be caught because of the fire." I murmured softly to him.

"It's the only way to shut me up; so you tell me." He replied, smiling at him.

"Well you did! You fucking asshole!" He yelled back.

He smiled, kissing him back with the same passion.

"I already know I do things wrong! But it's your damn fault I'm so fucking confused!" Max yelled

He made a small laughing noise as Nix turned, moving so that he wasn't completely turning around.

"Yeah, it is! I'm not the one doing confusing things to you, now am I?!" He yelled, following after him.

I let out a small laugh, gently wrapping my arms around his waist. "That's really ironic. It fits your hatred of darkness completely. but that's what connects us... In a way, I'm not crazy." I murmured. "So I assume you'll need help walking around? What are you, a damsel in distress?" I asked in a playful way; I always loved messing with him. His reaction were priceless when we were kids.

He smiled, moving closer as he closed his eyes, loving the feeling.

"I'm done..." He mumbled, walking away from the bus.