[because, frankly, he wasn't miserable. enraged, aggravated, sullen - but never truly unhappy. not once. the reason his hackles had been raised so much on this subject was because despite his best intentions he cared. god, he fucking cared.
and he practically surged towards that challenge, covering the distance between them with long strides until there wasn't even half a foot separating their bodies. with an ugly look he balled his fists into the fabric of the other teen's shirt, roughly pulling him - down for a kiss.
it's brief, but impossibly fierce. when he pulls away his eyes are burning, but there's no shame in Vincent's countenance. why should there be? they'd said themselves that none of this mattered.]
Stop sitting on the fence and then bitching when you get hit from both sides.
['good' or not, he sensed he'd still gravitate towards the other boy. but this half-hearted charade had to stop.]
we've smudged the timeline enough already, fuck it
[because, frankly, he wasn't miserable. enraged, aggravated, sullen - but never truly unhappy. not once. the reason his hackles had been raised so much on this subject was because despite his best intentions he cared. god, he fucking cared.
and he practically surged towards that challenge, covering the distance between them with long strides until there wasn't even half a foot separating their bodies. with an ugly look he balled his fists into the fabric of the other teen's shirt, roughly pulling him - down for a kiss.
it's brief, but impossibly fierce. when he pulls away his eyes are burning, but there's no shame in Vincent's countenance. why should there be? they'd said themselves that none of this mattered.]
Stop sitting on the fence and then bitching when you get hit from both sides.
['good' or not, he sensed he'd still gravitate towards the other boy. but this half-hearted charade had to stop.]