forum "Musical Predictions" | OxO | Male/Male Romance | Closed!

Started January 31, 2020 by Deleted user

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Nik kept singing at the same quiet volume that he had been nearly the whole time. He was still looking down at Smoke, petting the kitten.

As the song ended, Avon completely faded his voice into a soundless kind of thing. He could only hear Nik by the end of it, and he thought so well of his voice. He smiled, so widely.

Nik looked up rather shyly when the song ended, biting his lip and holding Smoke still. He didn't quite know what to say, nor did he understand exactly why Avon was smiling like that.

Avon looked at his phone one more time. "You sounded great," He said softly. He stretched a little bit, before standing up. "For real, I would never lie about musical talent."

Nik bit his lip a little bit again, a faint blush on his cheeks at the compliment. "Oh. Thank you." He said softly, swallowing.

"It's nothing but a compliment, Nik." Avon said, with a less extreme formed smile. He felt a lot of buzzing in his pocket, even audibly. "I might need to take this," He said, before walking a few steps away. He put the phone to his ear and only screams could be heard.

Nik could faintly hear the screams, and raised his eyebrows a little bit, worried. He took the plates and took them into the kitchen, putting them in the dishwasher after putting Smoke down.

"You're WHERE?" Cried some woman on the phone. "I'm at a fan's house, Rosalia. I got lost, dear." He mumbled. "You got lost? Avon! How many times has this been, now? The next time it happens we may have to drop you!" The woman, Rosalia, screamed. Avon frowned. "But this one's different," He complained. Rosalia, on the other side of the line, shook her head. "We're coming for you, stay put." She said, and then cut off the line. Avon sighed.

Smoke wandered over to Avon and rubbed up against the man's legs, purring softly. Nik came back out of the kitchen, letting out a breath. "Everything okay?" he asked, raising his eyebrows.

"Apparently my manager's mad that I'm lost and hanging out here so she's sent someone after me," Avon groaned. He clearly looked embarrassed, and kind of mad. "I really hate to leave you like this, but I have intruded upon your space,"He mumbled, fiddling with his fingers.

Nik rubbed the back of his neck. "…oh. I guess I kinda kidnapped you, didn't I?" he replied with a laugh. "But don't worry about it. It was…it was fun, actually. For me, anyways. I don't know about you."

"It was marvelous, Nik. Good thing we still have contact." Avon said, doing a hand motion that represented the ticket. "If they try and sue you or something I'll defend you. They're insane." He said, as his smile grew.

Nik laughed a little bit. Smoke meowed from where he sat on the floor. "Well. That would be appreciated." he replied with a smile, looking at Avon.

A loud screech was heard from outside, Avon's manager's car must have just pulled in. He looked at the door, and turned back to Nik. "thanks for singing with me," He said, with a subtle wink.

Nik smiled again. "Yeah. Thanks for… everything." He let out a weak, embarrassed little laugh. "See you…the concert, maybe?" He shrugged helplessly, picking up Smoke and petting the little kitten.

"Of course." Avon promised. He heard a loud scream from outside of the house. "I need to, oh, bye bye Nik!" He exclaimed. He raced out of the building, quickly. He didn't need to keep Rosalia waiting on him. He hoped Nik would notice his number on that ticket, he really did. He was too dumb to tell him straight up.

Nik laughed a little at the way Avon rushed out, waving. "Bye!" He called after the singer. He closed the door once Avon was gone, letting out a breath as the past hour sunk in. "I…"

"AVON! HOW COULD YOU WALK INTO A STRANGER'S HOUSE FREELY LIKE THAT? you could have bene killed, or worse!" Rosalia exclaimed, dragging Avon to his agency's car. he looked at her, and growled. "I don't like being bound by roles, rules, Rose." He grumbled, with such a cruel expression.

"What just happened?" Nik asked himself aloud. "Did I seriously…? Oh my God." He sat down on the couch. Smoke curled up in his lap.

Rosalia shoved Avon into the car, and slammed the door, almost hitting him. "And you'll see the other person on television for hostage holding." She mumbled, hopping into the car's driver's side. "I won't. He didn't do that, it's false news, Rose!" Avon interjected, pulling at his hair. He really hated Rose, though they appear to be good friends on news and magazines.

"Aaaaaaagggghhh." Nik leaned his face into his hands. "I just…I fucking…what…" He groaned, closing his eyes and trying to think.

"Shut up, shut up, shut up. Save your voice for the recording." Rosalia demanded. She immediately went into the vehicle's drivers' side and practically raced the car away from Nik's house. "Who even is he to be speaking with you?" She asked. "He's a friend, Rose, a new friend." Avon mumbled. "He just wants your money."

"I should have asked for a picture or something. Tess is never gonna believe me." He laughed at himself, shaking his head.

Avon sighed. What if Rosalia was right, she had been right many times before then, and proved herself well. Yeah, she was rash, but it didn't matter. 'He seemed so… different,' Avon thought, with a tired expression.

(so uh. I may have a plot idea?? It would be super angsty and sad, but it's good)

Nik took a deep breath, running a hand through his hair. Smoke meowed at him, and he smiled down at the kitten.