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the sound of calm wind escapes through the window, sending chills down the brown-haired boy's neck. he doesn't stir, doesn't turn to see who opened it, because he knows. he hears grunting, combat boots hitting wooden floors. he tightens his closed eyes, wanting to turn around and tell the older boy he hates that noise. but he doesn't. because the older already knows.
he knows alot about the smaller boy, which is why hes so uptight about not getting a goodnight next tonight. he knows his routine, his habits, and he knows his boy doesn't go to sleep without telling him. so why now?
the taller sighs, shutting the window quietly. he mutters to himself, letting his leather jacket hit the ground. "i know you aren't sleeping, baby," he says, expecting an immediate response. he doesn't get one, and for a moment he suspects that the boy actually fell asleep. he stands there, scanning over the body wrapped in a fluffy blanket, and clicks his tounge when he notices the younger's foot twitches.
he knows him. unfortunate for adam, isn't it?
he runs a bruised hand through his hair. he tuggs at the ends, reminding himself that he needs a haircut. his boy likes his long hair though, so he doesn't bother.
"i would hate to see your hair cut, nigel," adam says, sitting on the taller's lap, alcohol and cotton swabs on the table at their side. "you look so pretty..."
"you think i look pretty like this, cosmo?" nigel has a smirk on his face, knowing adam hates seeing him covered in blood. yet, he always insists on tending to his wounds.
"no," adam says. there's no humor behind it, just a simple answer. he's easy like that. nigel likes that. " not usually, at least...you look pretty with your hair long, i mean. like a girl..." nigel raises an eyebrow. adam giggles.
he takes a seat in the corner of the room. its uncomfortable for him, but he disregards the feeling. "i know youre awake, adam. and im gonna stay until you talk to me." he wants–no needs to know why his boy has been ignoring him. and if that takes fucking forever, so be it. he shuffles through the pile of space magazines adam has neatly places on the table stand. silence has engulfed the room, nigel flipping through each magazine. he admires his boy's passion, he finds it fucking endearing, even though he doesn't really understand it sometimes.
"you lied to me." the voice is nothing above a whisper, and nigel chuckles. he runs a hand over his chin, leg beginning to bounce.
"i'm sorry, what?"
"you lied to me, nigel." adam shuffles under the cover, now resting against his headboard. he brings his legs up to his chest, eyes looking down at his hands.
nigel doesn't speak. his leg bounces faster and adam stares at it like hes trying to kill it with his mind. "what the fuck are you talking about– is this about me smoking again? i told you i was working on it. and if its about my history grade, i already got it covered, you don't need t–"
"you lied to me, nigel," the brunette says, voice stable and nearly a yell. "youre–youre cheating on me. beth saw you with gabi in the park! she said you were flirting and being friendly like you are with me...and i know ," he says, moving his hands around in front of him, like he's gathering a ball of air, "we are not just friends."
his leg finally stops bouncing, and adam thinks it traveled to his boyfriends jaw the way it sways back and forth. he's thinking, and adam knows nigel nearly better than himself, the older likes to say. he knows he's agitated now, unpredictable at best.
"you sound fucking crazy right now, cosmo. first of all, beth doesn't know shit– she has no right to be spying on me," he gets out of the chair, pacing around the bed. adam doesn't move. "secondly, i told you. gabi and i broke up. you–"
"you aren't denying it."
nigel laughs, it sounds genuine almost and the other frowns. "yeah, i wasn't denying it because i wasnt done talking, you fucking idiot." why did he say that? he goes to get his leather jacket, too focused on finding his cigarettes to pay attention to pay attention to the curly headed boy getting out of bed. he pulls one out of the pack and lights it. he doesn't care that adam hates when he smokes in his room right now, doesn't care if his dad smells it, because right now hes beyond fucking pissed.
he turns around and huffs out the smoke, face still plastered with anger and confusion.
"you dont get to call me that, im not an idiot, nigel," adam shouts, looking directly in his lovers eyes. "you're the idiot...youre a fucking cheater and a liar." his eyes are wet, and nigel almost considers calling him pretty. even when they're wet, his eyes are still like the skyline.
"you dont fucking get to talk to me like that," hes getting closer and adam is getting farther. adam is pinned against wall at this point, nigels finger nudging at his chest. he blows smoke into his lovers (can he still call him that?) face, adam scrunching his nose in the process.
"i hate you," adam mutters, "i hate when you do that. i told you to stop doing that..."
nigel takes another drag, "yeah well, i hate when you dont watch your fucking mouth when speaking to me. guess we cant all have what we want, hm?" he runs a hand through his hair again. he doesn't fucking know why he said that. he doesn't know what to do. he opens his mouth, but adam takes the words right out of it.
"i want you gone."
no you don't , he thinks to himself. nigel sniffs. doesn't move. adam goes to repeat himself, but nigel gets the best of him this time. "no. you dont. and youre gonna listen to me for one fucking second, okay?" he places his cigarette by the window, walking over to adam and taking his head into his hands.
they share a brief moment of silence. adam quietly crying, nigel wiping away fluffy hair from his eyes, tucking some behind his flushed ears. "im going to speak, and youre gonna shut up until im done before either of us say or do something even more stupid. can i get a nod, baby?"
he gets a nod.
he sighs, wishing he hadn't put the cig so far away. "gabi and i were at the park, yes–shut the fuck up, dont speak–but we weren't flirting or hooking up. shes moving away and just wanted to talk...she has a life that doesn't revolve around me. i have a life that revolves around you, okay? i would never, ever cheat or lie to you. you're my fucking other half for gods sake."
he continues, taking adams silence as permission to. "im friendly with alot of people, beth just interpreted what she saw wrong, thats it. i only have eyes for you, cosmo. and to be fair, beth is a fucking bitch. she-she hates me, you do realize that right?"
"she doesn't hate you, nigel..."
"she does, cosmo. she thinks im bad for you and i honestly think she just wants to see us split apart. you cant have her getting in your pretty little head, okay?" he doesn't expect an answer. beth is adams bestfriend, and as shitty as she is, she tries taking care of adam as best as she can. deep down, nigel knows that if the time comes–if her thoughts keep influencing adam's, they'll break up. he doesn't want to think about that though. not right now.
adams too quiet. before nigel gets even crazier, he lets his face go. walking back to the cigarette. "you can tell me to leave, and i will. i promise. if you don't want to talk you dont have to." nigel swears he hears his heart shatter like a tea cup when adam doesn't respond. he sighs, putting on his leather jacket. at the window, he's hesitant. he doesn't want to leave, but if thats what his boy wants, so be it. he's nearly a foot out the door when a small kiss echos in his ears.
adam kissed his cheeck. it stings, in a good way. "i want you to stay. please." when nigel doesn't respond, he panics. "im really sorry i accused you of cheating and being a liar, i take back everything i said, really. i dont hate you, i actually love you and i know beth isn't the best when it comes to u–" hes shut up by a kiss. its sweet, adam doesn't mind the smoke and bitter coffee taste for once.
he smiles into the kiss, lips meeting with teeth. "you talk too much. dont apologize. i love you too."
"so will you stay...?"
"what about your dad? i mean–"
"he," adam starts, fidgeting with his hands. "he knows you and he does like you. i dont think he would mind having a guest over...."
nigel smiles, running a hand through the smaller's hair, cigarette burning in one hand. "yeah cause death stares from the kitchen definitely means he likes me. he's like beth you know, doesn't approve of me. thinks im bad."
"well maybe i like bad. i like you, isnt that enough?" enough for your father, no , nigel wants to say. but he doesn't.
"okay yeah, i'll stay. until i get chased out by a grown man in my underwear at 8am."
adam giggles. nigel tells him hes pretty. they get into bed together, nigel taking off his top along with shoes. adam rests his head on the boy's shoulder. nigel finishes the cig, cuddling under sheets with his lover. he doesn't care that darko is gonna come looking for him, or the fact that adam's door is slightly opened. all that matters is that adam is where he belongs.
right next to him.