What seemed to be akin to heartache on Tateβs face quickly turned into something a lot more sinister ; He didnβt move his head an inch as his eyes cast upwards towards his boyfriend . It was a look of warning , a clear telltale sign that JDβs words were grating on him in the worst kind of ways . Because , oh , did this Bambi - hearted boy have a temper on him .Β Β β Leave me alone ,βΒ were his only words before he turned back down to the dinner he lost his appetite for . Tate jabbed his fork absently into his cheese - fries before absently dropping it onto the linoleum diner table between them . He wanted to go home now , he was no longer having fun . The teen tried to steady himself because while on the outside he might have only looked mildly bothered , he could feel his heart picking up the past unreasonably fast , pounding hard against his ribcage . He crossed his arms over his chest as if JD might be able to see it through thin skin .Β
Β Β Β Β " πΈ'πΌ ππΈπΆπ·π. You wouldn't be this pissy about it if I wasn't." JD said, plucking up his soda to take a short, impatient drink, and for a moment he softened. "I'm...Iβm only trying to look out for you, baby. You know that, right? I want you to make it in this fucked up world- but it's a two way street." He bristled again, and he grit his tone between frustrated teeth. "Maybe if you would listen to my advice, you'd actually stand up to those bullies for once. Maybe you could get the fucking courage to teach them a lesson they would never forget, and every inflated jackass would know to never walk all over you again!" JD's tone rose to levels inappropriate for a diner, and the sudden collective silence around them seemed to usher him back into check. He lowered back into his seat, smoothed a shaky hand over his mouth. Funny. He didnβt remember at what point heβd stood up. "But, what do I know, huh? Keep being a doormat."
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