RANDOM STUFF THAT IM POSTING

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"Riley!"

The pink haired teen ran over to his friend. He easily picked them up, basically swinging them around. The height difference has always been something the closed eyed teen had joked about, but sincerely, he liked how easy Riley was to hold. He liked how they fit into his arms. He liked Riley.

"God, ฿Ɇ₦₦Ɇ₮₮ I saw you yesterday! At the café you work at? I do that every day. Your boss offered me a job recently."

"Ohhh did she now?" The pink on his cheeks almost beat the pink in his hair. "Have you considered it at least?"

"Duh! I need to keep you company. Plus, with how you are around people, someone needs to take calls and orders for you before you speak a whole paragraph about how awkward and bad you are."

"That's fair actually." The taller boy smiled at the teen. The two started to walk towards the park they usually spent their time at.

"It's nice to spend time with you again, pink boy."

"It's nice to spend time with you too, Riley."

The park was warm. The orange glow made the pink-haired boy beautiful. More than he already was.

Ring, ring.

The usually closed eyes were now open, the gold eyes glowing in the sunlight. The glow his skin had. Riley liked his beauty. Riley always had. He was always accepting of Riley when no one else had been. They wished they could hold their pink friend more. They knew he carried stress and was so quick to shut down. Even if they joked about it, they felt bad for him. Not pity, genuine concern. But they were glad that he was there for them, he was always there to show them support in the situations they would get themselves into, or even the situations they were forced to go through.

"You should stop overworking yourself, you know? I worry for you."

Riley's ears were filled with the warm melody of the others airy laughter.

"You need to stop worrying yourself. I'm fine. I'll always be fine Riley," he took Riley's hands into his own, "I promise."

The two made eye contact, electric pink staring into warm gold. The air was cool and helped relax Riley. They didn't know why, but their nerves were through the roof today. They were grateful for their friend helping them once more.

Ring, ring.

"Mhm, ok Mr. I-wore-my-binder-for-12-hours-haha. I don't think there's a way for me to NOT worry about you."

"Heyy that was on accident."

Riley gently punched his arm, earning a laugh from the other.

"If I'm being honest, I worry about you too Riley."

The black haired teen was caught off guard by his words.

"You shouldn't. You have your own things to worry about, ฿Ɇ₦₦Ɇ₮₮."

"Well, yeah," he started, "sometimes it's more small things. Like, if we're caught in a life or death situation how will I make sure you're safe. Or if there's a danger how will you get out alive?"

"฿Ɇ₦₦Ɇ₮₮ you-"

"And I know those are odd, but I also just worry about you. Like I worry you, you worry me. Are we even?"

Riley starred at him for a moment, not moving, not talking, just staring. Eventually, they smiled.

Ring, ring.

"Ha, sure. We're even."

The two spent more time at the part just enjoying each other's existence. Eventually, it was six-o-clock, they had spent five hours outside together. It was nice, it was always nice spending time with the other. The feeling wasn't one sided.

Riley liked him.

฿Ɇ₦₦Ɇ₮₮ liked them.

They were themselves around each other no matter what. In school, at their homes, at the park, and even on the walk home.

Riley often wondered,

Ring, ring.

Click.

"I'm sorry to say but-"

Should they have been someone else at that time?

"Bennet Davidson is no longer with us."