Pretty Boy

We Found Wonderland

Serge:

Preparing myself with the hint of excitement as I knock on the door of Heath's house, I wait for it to open and be happy as to what welcomes me.

It's actually been a week since Heath hooked me up about them moving into town, yet I didn't try to reach him since I've been with Hogan. But then again, I needed some air away from him to get my mind in check about what I saw this afternoon, which is why I called Heath. It's probably dumb and it's kind of a douchebag move, especially since I've been ignoring Heath's texts for a couple of days. Yet, now that I actually got a hold of him, I couldn't help but feel delighted that he was going to spend the night with us together.

"Hey," Heath says, smiling at me.

He's wearing a plain shirt, which I assume isn't what he's going to be wearing tonight since it's cold out, and shorts, cut loose up to his knees.

"Hey," I greet him back.

Hogan just scoffs while folding his arms at my response and continues to grumble next to me.

I couldn't help but roll my eyes at his behavior and ignore it even more.

He just became all weird after our interaction, which I'm so confused about. He became a little too touchy for the last hour and wouldn't stop bugging me about Heath. He also keeps moving his face next to mine whenever I'm talking and forces his hands to wander over my skin. Though it felt thrilling, my heart was just going into full on panic about whatever he was doing. I didn't really do that much thinking about it though, since I'm now sure that he's just teasing me and just wants me to drive off my sanity. He's with Bre, and that's truly clear from what I saw.

Yet, he's still acting like a child right now. A stubborn child, to be specific, who looks like he didn't get what he wanted as we thread our way inside of the house. I just nudge him at his elbow as we walk to Heath's room because he keeps rubbing his hand behind my back.

"What?" Hogan asks, smiling at me like he doesn't know what he's doing.

I just shot him a look, hoping he would stop and step forward next to Heath. I could just hear him grumble as I slung my arms over the waist of the man next to me, and I couldn't help but chuckle when he tried to remove my grip on him.

I try to take a peek over my shoulder to see how he's feeling, yet as I look at him, he stares at me menacingly and crosses his arms more firmly. At least now, he knows that two can play in this game.

"Here we are." Heath exclaims once we're in the living room. "Uh... Could you guys just sit here for a bit? I'll get my keys," he continues.

"Sure." Hogan says sarcastically, while rolling eyes.

Heath just clicks his tongue with the other guy's response and then proceeds to head out of the living room, making us wait for him patiently.

Hogan immediately distanced himself away from me in the next chair, and I couldn't help but be more puzzled as to why he is behaving like this, so I examine him directly.

He definitely looks very cute with his red sweater and messed up hair. And even though he's acting kind of grumpy, he still managed to look so pretty.

Honestly, Why do I always feel so lovesick whenever I see him? It's probably too tragic to think that I'll die if I don't lay my eyes on him. But God, does it hurt me so good.

My mood instantly lightens even more though, as I see him suddenly gleam when a black-furred dog bounces in his lap.

The dog then starts licking his shirt, and I couldn't help but laugh since it was probably the first time he had seen it.