Smooth Criminal

I will!

#i watched and omg #when he was hiding from donald and rosie i just burst out laughing

And if your door does get busted in deny everything.

Hurricane || Fliron

Aaron tried to stay patient, though he was on the edge of getting up and kicking in the door. He had to remind himself that Flint needed time sometimes and getting aggressive would only make things worse, but it was hard to just sit there and wait for his boyfriend to open the damn door and talk to him. It all felt surreal. Yesterday everything had been fine and now he was sitting next to a locked door, listening to the silence on the other side. When the door finally opened, he slowly got up and entered the room. He was a little uneasy as he made his way to the closet and took a look inside. There was all kinds of stuff inside, mostly stuff he felt like Flint didn’t even need. It made him frown and gather himself back together before he dared to turn around and face the taller boy. He took a couple steps closer and eventually pulled Flint into his arms. “F, I don’t know what this is, but if you think this is going to make me leave, you don’t think very much of me.”

Flint stood, arms folded across his chest as he watched. He was unable to see his expression, but he really doubted Aaron was exactly thrilled. Standing there, waiting for his reaction was nerve wracking. Flint thought about running away again and locking himself in the coat closet until he left. Even if he was okay this was a thing that was staying. Flint knew he should stop, knew all the consequences but more than that he knew he didn't want to stop. Stealing was the drugs in his veins. He knew it was wrong, he knew the remorse would come but for the moment the rush overwhelmed everything until it was all he needed to make everything go away.

Aaron surprised him by pulling him into his arms. Flint wrapped his arms around him and buried his face into his shoulder. As much as he wanted to melt into him and believe those words he couldn't bring himself to, not with his obsession staring at him from the closet. It was almost calling to him, asking to be added onto. "I hate her..." He breathed into his shoulder.

#t: hurricane

Whose wallet is this?

felixx--flint

I feel like I hear more racist remarks from old men than actual good advice.

In their defense they think they're being wise.

OOC

Whose wallet is this?

felixx--flint

Isn’t that what you’re doing now? You don’t have to be old to fuck with people like that. But I guess you’ll be a great old man.

It's just better when you're old because people expect good advice from an old man... Well that or racism.

Okay, I can do this. Thank you for the help.

#jfdakfjasfawe awwwwwwwww #^.^ Yay!#what is this gif....

Go get em!

Hurricane || Fliron

Aaron shook his head, even though he was aware that Flint couldn’t see him. His eyes were burning with unshed tears. He didn’t want to leave. Not like this. He was positive that Flint wouldn’t contact him in a long time and he couldn’t have that happening. “Please,” He let himself slide down to the floor, not particularly caring about his clothes anymore. “Open the door.”

Flint stayed like that for a long moment, back against the door, head on his knees, while panic crept into his chest. His eyes stared at the closet where he knew one side contained all of the oddities he'd collected in only the last few months, getting full to bursting despite the last giveaway he'd done. If that didn't scare Aaron away then, well, Flint didn't know. It usually did. He got up finally and crossed to the closet door, sliding the side open. He went back to his bedroom door and opened it. "Just... look in the closet and rethink your decision."

#t: hurricane

What if she gets somebody to break the door down?

No, I’m not going to be scared of her. I can just blast some music really loud, and then bolt out the window if I need to.

Then you deny everything so you don't have to pay for it.

You go, girl.

#^.^

Whose wallet is this?

felixx--flint

I can tell you’re looking forward to it.

#what is this gif #i'm leaving it #have some flint hugging himself

When I'm old I'm just going to say crazy shit and people will think it means something deep and profound and in reality I'll just be fucking with everyone. I'm going to be the best old man ever.

thejackieriley

So, where do we stand on love at first sight?

thejackieriley

Me too. Maybe not love at first sight then, ‘cause I think you’re right, but after spending like an hour with someone you just met. You get to know them a little, it’s not just about looks and sometimes you just feel like this person gets you and it could become something and… I don’t know. I’m confused.

Anticipation is definitely a feeling. I think that's a romantic notion.

I know! At least I made on my own stash a food in my room. It’s my own little party of one.

#i wrote her bio and i'm so happy you play her well #she's such a cutie

You should do something really loudly and lock the door. Payback.

So my stepsister is hosting a Super Bowl party in my own house and I’m not even invited.

#omg your starter was just flawless for Velma #*bows to you*

Ouch. That's brutal.

Hurricane || Fliron

Aaron was about to follow Flint, but the door got slammed in his face, followed by the sound of the lock being turned. He placed his hands against the door, his jaw clenched. “Flint,” He called again. Aaron closed his eyes for a moment, while he tried to think of what he wanted to say. “Flint, please. I told you. I told you it doesn’t matter. I love you for who you are. I just need you to be honest with me.”

#GO AWAY ANNA #t: hurricane

Flint curled up, hugging his legs. His chest ached. For how long? He didn't say anything, just stared at the carpet in his room, eyes venturing to the closet where he knew his stolen stash was hiding. "Just go away."

Hurricane || Fliron

Aaron frowned again, taking another step closer to Flint. “What does it mean? What does it mean, F?” He ran a hand through his curls and kept following his boyfriend. “I just need you to talk to me. I want to understand!”

"This means you're about to see how messed up I really am and start finding your way out." He said, pushing through the door to his room. He quickly slammed it and turned the lock, putting the door between himself and Aaron. He slumped himself against the door and pressed his hands against his temples.

#t: hurricane

Hurricane || Fliron

Aaron was surprised when Flint pulled his hand away, leaving him with even more questions as he got up. “Flint?” His worry grew bigger, because Flint’s reaction was pretty much a resounding ‘yes’. But why would he steal things? He got up as well, following his boyfriend. “Talk to me.”