teenage au #1
Kylo Ren was a mystery wrapped in angst and tight leather pants that Oswald didn’t know as much as he would of liked. He knew for a fact that Kylo Ren wasn’t his actual name and he lived alone because he had bad relations to his family. He never really mentioned anything about his past and more about who he was now, he was a musician. They met because his band was looking for a lead guitarist and Kylo Ren had been the first and only one that had ended up trying out because despite the cocky approach and how he had claimed that he was all they needed and everyone else should just go home he was really good. To sum it up in a nice little ribbon he had tattoos and not to many earrings (they were thankfully just in his ears) and he was definitely the guy parents didn’t want their kids dating.
“Whoa dude?” Kylo Ren seemed to always find a way to appear when Oswald was thinking about him a little too much as the male covered in mostly black clothes sat down next to him. He ignored the cigarette in his male’s hands out of politeness, “I wasn’t expecting to find you in the trash yard.”
“I come here to think. It helps.” Oswald replied as he mentally cringed at the fact that he left his friends alone in his house but he supposed that didn’t matter because they would of done it regardless of if he was there or not. Sitting on a faded red car that no longer worked was actually pretty calming, “what are you doing here is the real question?”
“You find lots of cool junk here.” He replied casually like he just said he didn’t go through all the trash that people threw away. It was true sure but he shouldn’t just go and say it out loud.
“Did you think about what I asked a while back?” This was the first time he mentioned it, Oswald almost thought he had forgotten, “you know the dating thing.”
“I dunno anymore you might end up taking me to another trash yard to pick out trash.” Oswald teased but he knew his answer an hour after he was asked he only waited to see if it was gonna be brought up again.
“Only if you’re lucky.” He answered in good humour, “besides I’m more of a you pick the date stuff and I’ll pay.”
“So the uncreative type than?” Oswald said instantly without having to think about it. He was that good, “but yeah I’ll go on a date with you.”