forum Mafia Children. Gay. O/O Closed.

Started April 20, 2019 by Deleted user

tune

"Sure" said Skye, "Or you can pick something else."

"Uhuh." He skipped over to it, scanning eyes for the particular song. "Haha, hopefully, you know this.."
Alaric placed one hand on the right side, then thumped the other side. Silence. Then music erupted, Aha: Take On Me spilled out into the room;

Skye laughed, "Who doesn't know that one?" he asked, grinning.

Alaric heard the distant and happy yells of the owner from the kitchen, a muffled "I swear to god, he's gonna be the death of me." He just smiled and looked back to Skye. "Wanna dance?"

Skye had already started humming along to the song, more than a little distracted by the tune as he started singing along, matching the keys perfectly.

He sighed and skipped over and grabbed Skye's sleeve, trying to get him up. "I don't think I'll pass out on the floor, c'mon."

Skye looked up letting Alaric pull him to the middle of the room. Never once losing the tune as he sang.

Alaric just let loose, twirling and playing air-instruments, and really hoped he wouldn't pass out again.
"What's life like on your side?" He asked over the music.

Skye laughed, "Usually pretty boring" he said, "Always obeying my dad's every order, being prepped to take over the empire, acting as his personal guard dog"

(I CHANGED ZE TITLE!!

"Was it always like that?" Alaric frowned, but kept dancing, "Even when you were a kid?"

"Pretty much." said Skye, "Ever since he found out he could control me.."

"That sucks." Just then a bell ringed and their orders were slid across the counter. Alaric nodded and walked back over, making a mental note to get some sleep later.

Skye grabbed his, sipping it. "This is really good." he said, looking up at Alaric. And I'm hanging out with a nice, and cute guy…

Alaric sipped his mysterious drink through a silly straw. It burned the back of his throat, but he didn't care to notice. He was more interested in the face Skye was making as he marvelled over his sweet drink. Alaric decided he should ask the question he'd been wanting to ask from the start. "Are you being serious with this whole– 'friend' thing?"

"Why wouldn't I be?" asked Skye, "I mean.. there's never been anyone my age around.."

"Hmm," Alaric swirled his straw in his drink, "I just don't get it. How do you put up with all this but remain so calm? All the mob kids my age back south get into trouble and probably end up overdosing or something." He fidgeted with his sleeve,
"I got problems, Skye. I know you do too. But how are you so…nice?"

"I don't know… honestly I don't…" said Skye, "I guess it's just who I am… no matter what I promised I'd stick to who I am… and… well… I've done just that as best I can…" he sighed. "That and having a natural aversion to drugs and smoking kinda helps…"

Alaric nodded. Skye made it sound so easy. He thought back to all the times he'd fought people in the street, the sight of so many red flowers, and the dark. Rick pulled his sleeves over his hands self-consciously and laughed nervously,
"So you're like, allergic?"

"No, I just don't like it," said Skye, "That and I have a genetic resistance to anything of the sort, and it just smells horrible."

"Ahh," Alaric chuckled, "So you're like, allergic" He took another sip,
"I think it's comforting. Like, almost, stimulating. I don't know. Life can be awfully still sometimes." Rick shrugged, "Colours fade."

"I'm not allergic!" said Skye, "Just.. repulsed.." he sighed. "I could do drugs if I really wanted to, but the smell, and the taste, and everything about it, it doesn't make me sick or anything, I just don't like it."