I'm gonna show you around || Slaedan
Slade shook his head as the older male squeezed his cheek, trying to make him stop. How he felt so violated at this present moment. “You’re not right, you’re very very wrong.” His face serious, even though he tried to hold back a laugh because he knew Aedan was right. The sunset shone brightly over the eerie town and I made Slade want to take a picture of it on his phone and upload it to Instagram. Once again, the younger male glared at Aedan and his silly short jokes. “Shut up. I know I’m short. Just leave me alone,” He shook his head. “No, I’m keeping the gold because I’m shorter and I deserve to.” He said sarcastically, though Slade gave the Irish lad the billionth glare. “I’m implying that you’re not just the innocent, boring, Irish dude from Dublin.”
"You're so stubborn." Rolling his eyes, Aedan gave a light chuckle. He narrowed his eyes thoughtfully as he did so—he had forgotten what happiness felt like, so light and careless, and he savored the moment, knowing all too well it would, most likely, not last long. For a brief moment, he'd forgotten of his troubled past, forgotten of his recent kidnapping, forgotten about sadness; for a brief moment, he simply existed, gaze fixated on the setting sun in the horizon. It was so damn peaceful, unaffected by anything, and Aedan absolutely loved that. "See? I told you I was right." The elder grinned victoriously, a hint of feigned innocence in his smile simply to annoy Slade. "I'll hold tha' gold above your head, where you can't reach." He chuckled, teasing the other once again. "You don't know t'at. I could be tha' most boring teenager in tha' history of boring teenagers."


















