So you admire it you some kind of stalker now Ellie? Why are you fucking with me then? You get a thrill out of annoying people? That’s some fucked up fetish you have there. I-I’ll.
They had been arguing for what felt like forever, and Elias' patience was running an extremely thin line. Of course, he had found somewhat of a deranged thrill in seeing Rylan squirm and get frustrated but it was starting to bore him. "I'm not a stalker, and my fuckin' name is Elias," the tone in his voice was beyond the point of what should be socially acceptable for a civilised conversation — raising to a loud shout, as he thrust his fingers through his hair in complete frustration. As annoyance, anger, frustration and every other negative emotion conserved him, he was too preoccupied and indulged within his own feelings to realize that Rylan's lips had crashed on his. The moment the other boy pressed his lips upon his own, Elias had no hesitation in kissing the other boy back. No. No. No. Reality seemed to snap back into focus, as he shoved the boys shoulders away, his eyebrows furrowing. "W-What the fuck?" If he wasn't that angry before — it was fair to say he was livid now. Well, livid and confused. He wasn't gay. Sure, he had probably made out with a handful of guys but he wasn't aware of his actions when he had pursued with the act — they were just merely acts of intoxication. "What the fuck? Are you gay or somethin'? I mean, I'm aware of the fact that I'm utterly and completely irresistible to any gender but c'mon." He ran a finger through his hair, his eyes trained on the ceiling above them. He was beyond the point of confusion. He wasn't gay. The amount of girls he had fucked obviously proved that. But, there was no point in lying that he kissed Ryan back. He would deny it 'till the day he died, but he couldn't even lie to himself that he didn't enjoy the kiss because he had. Very much.












