(It's all good.)
Beau opened his eyes sleepily as he looked up at Vien, brushing a few strands of his dark hair out of his face. He pressed a soft kiss to Vien's forehead before wrapping his arms around the boy's waist and resting his head against his chest. A few shouts could be heard from outside as Beau nuzzled his head back into Vien's sweater, letting out a small sigh as a soft smile crossed his face. He couldn't remember a time where he had been so comfortable with someone else, but it was nice.
"Mornin'," Vien mumbled tiredly, not bother to open his eyes as he let his face fall into the crook of Beau's neck. He had a killer headache, but just being next to Beau helped ease the slight pain in his head. He loved how comfortable the other boy was, and didn't want to get up any time soon
"Morning…" Beau murmured as he pressed a kiss to Vien's collarbone and rubbed his sides softly. There was a painful pounding in his head and he couldn't make himself remember exactly where they were. "My head…does yours hurt too?"
"Course it does, l-love," Vien mumbled, enjoying Beau's touch too much to move. "Called a hangover, and they suck," he added softly, snuggling into Beau's chest again happily
"I like it…when you call me that," Beau murmured, his tone still slow from the hangover and sleep. He ran a hand through Vien's hair gently and pressed faint kisses against his neck and shoulders sleepily.
"Good to know," Vien mumbled, smiling softly at the kisses. "You're cute when you're sleep, y-y'know," he said sleepily, pressing a kiss to Beau's forehead lazily
Beau smiled softly at Vien's compliment and kiss as he laid back down on the boy's chest and traced small circles on his back. "You're cute…all the time," He murmured softly as he nuzzled into Vien's sweater. Beau glanced to the side for a few moments, but so far there were no signs of Lucky coming home yet. What's the noise outside then?
"Am not," Vien huffed softly, though he couldn't help the small smile that spread across his face. "You're the c-cute one," he mumbled, running his hand through Beau's hair again as he pressed another kiss to his jaw
"No, you're definitely the cute one," Beau protested, a small sigh escaping his lips as Vien kisses his jawline. He closed his eyes for a few moments as he leaned against Vien's chest, his hands continuing to draw imaginary circles on their back.
"No, you're the cute one," Vien argued softly, cracking a grin at how childish they both sounded. He pressed a few more kisses to Beau's jaw, moving up to peck his nose gently as he smiled
"Fine, we're both cute," Beau murmured, his hands moving up to run through Vien's dark hair as he peppered soft kisses along his collarbone area. "You're still cuter though." He added, smirking faintly as he looked up at Vien.
(gonna have to disappear for about an hour soon)
"Stop that," Vien chuckled, leaning slightly into the kisses as he smiled up at Beau happily. He scowled slightly as more noises came from outside. Who was up so early, and who thought it was a good idea to make so much noise?
(k.)
Beau laughed softly and kissed Vien a few more times before he looked up and furrowed his brow faintly. "I'm going to see who that is. It's probably just some drunk Greasers," He said gently and after a few moments, he pushed himself up off the couch. Already missing Vien's warmth, Beau tugged his jacket on as he moved to open the door.
“Mm’kay,” Vien mumbled, sitting up and rubbing his eyes as he slumped back against the couch. He already missed Beau, but he told himself he was just being needy
After a few moments, Beau stepped onto the old porch as he tugged his jacket closer to his body since the morning wind was freezing. He rubbed his eyes tiredly as he yawned and began walking towards the back of the faded house, where he noticed bright letterman jackets and blue Mustangs with their motors still on. Socials. Beau narrowed his eyes in confusion and curiosity as he took a small step towards them, but quickly took a step back in order to head towards the door again. Before he could turn around completely, two taller Socials approached him and pinned him to the house's old wall, but Beau was too hungover to fight back. He swung, but the movement was so slow that the taller boy was able to grab his hand and pull it back. “You and that boy. . . what’s going on in there, Jack Frost?” One of them sneered, a dangerous smile spreading across his face.
"Yeah? What were you doing, Teller?" A gruff voice spoke up from one of the Mustangs as he began to walk towards them
“More than what…. you and… your girlfriend do,” Beau answered slowly, wincing as the Social boy pushed him against the wall, tightening his grip. He already recognized him as Acadius, one of the oldest Socials. The words were out of his mouth before he realized what he had said.
"What did you just say?" Acadius sneered, as he finally reached Beau, already more than a few inches taller than him. When he didn't answer, Acadius swung at him and connected with his jaw. Beau groaned and tried to pull away, but Acadius continued to swing at him, leaving bruises and bloody cuts behind.
(Oof, that was abnormally long.)
Zanna smirked back and she sat up next to Lisbet, "I'll take either. But I prefer ice cream."
(Bye.)
"Weird." Lisbet shook her head and laughed when her phone buzzed.
Prove your allegiance. Acadius? What did he want?
Zanna laughed. She pulled out her phone and saw a text from Leo, You doing okay? Where are you?
We might be able to pay our bills. Just got a job she sent back before putting it away.
(oof sorry, back)
Vien rubbed at his eyes, stretching again before he got up. He wandered over to his discarded satchel, rummaging through it for a moment until he found a half empty bottle of Tylenol. He dry swallowed a few pills, setting the bottle back in his satchel before slinging it around his chest. He grimaced at the sound of cars just outside, and what sounded like shouting. Was Beau okay? He walked out the door, squinting at the bright sunlight. "Alright, who the hell is s-so god damn loud?" he grumbled loudly, though his eyes widened as he saw a bunch of Socials pinning Beau to the wall. "Back the fuck up before I g-gut you all," he snarled, pulling a decent sized knife out of his satchel and pointing it threateningly at the Socials
"Oh, is this the boy, Teller?" Acadius snarled as he kneed Beau in the chest and shoved him to the ground. The Social boy motioned for two others to take care of Vien as Beau looked around for anything that he could fight with, but the pain in his head was too strong for him to think. Acadius turned back and took out a switchblade as he kneeled down and spun it threateningly. "Let's see…where should I start…" The boy hummed, a dangerous smile crossing his face.
"You better stay the fuck away from him!" Vien shouted angrily, adrenaline overtaking the hangover as he snarled threateningly at the two coming for him. He didn't hesitate to drive his knife into one's side, dropping him to the ground and kicking him away. He didn't have time to turn around before the other one was slamming his fist into Vien's cheek. He stumbled back, wincing at the blood beginning to seep from his nose. He cut into the Social's hand easily, as if he had been doing this for a very long time. The Social yelped in pain, and Vien got another good cut in before he turned and ran. He whipped around to the one holding Beau down. "Drop. Him," he snarled
Lisbet left the diner in a rush. "Sorry Zanna! I have business."
She texted Acadius quickly and hopped onto her Vespa, scanning the streets for him. Where did he go?
Acadius glanced over at the other stabbed Social boys in concern, and after a few moments he glared at Vien and stood to walk away. Once the older boy left, Beau let out a groan that he had been holding in. His face was already covered in marks and bloody cuts from where Acadius had hit him, and his ribs didn't feel amazing either.
He texted back. You missed it. I have something else for you. Junkyard. Next to the beat-down cars.
Lisbet took a deep breath, pulling out her shotgun just in case.
