Choke hold

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Carson's pov:

I dragged the younger boy into my room by the wrist, closing the door behind us. I could tell he was already flustered and i didn't want to stress him out more than he already was. He brunette stood by my door with his sweater pulled over his hands as far as possible, picking at his fingers with an averted gaze. I threw myself into my gaming chair and told him to make his self comfortable. Josh looked around my room sheepishly taking in the few decorations i did have up before taking a few uneasy steps to my bed and sitting down.

Josh: I-uh I see you ate the chocolates i sent you.

Car: Yeah, They were really good, thanks

A small innocent smile took over his face as we made eye contact for a bit i couldn't help but get lost in his pure and wholesome features. His dimples were probably my favorite trait of his.

Car: So, waddaya wanna do? now that you're actually here that is...

Josh looked away instantly, tensing up, and continuing to fiddle with his hands. His dark hair fell over his eyes as a strong blush took over his chubby cheeks. I couldn't help but chuckle.

Car: I meant like watch a movie or maybe play a board game or some video games. Unless you want to do something else? In which case i'm ok with that too.

Josh: oh...OH! I'm mean, no- but sorry, i- i didn't want to, i just..... I'd love to watch a movie.

I took a mental snapshot of the stuttering brunette. God, he just makes my heart want to explode, how could one person be this damn cute? I had to resist the urge to run over to him, hold him in my arms and pepper small kisses laced with beautiful promises all over his delicate face.

Car: Great! Anything specifically?

Josh: Not really..... Yes! Actually there is something, um don't laugh but high school musical. I just think its really fun and charismatic and like you can bond over it y'know what i mean?

nodded before grabbing my computer and joining the younger on the bed. We sat rather close but not enough to make it awkward, I pulled the covers over us as Josh brought his knees to his chest and wrapped his arms around his legs, eager to watch an outdated movie.

The rest of the night went rather smoothly, we would hum along to some of the songs( Josh definitely being head singer). Sometimes he would go on small rants about specific characters, and why he thought they needed more attention or why they don't belong in the film at all.He really broke out of his shell now that he found somewhere/something/someone he was comfortable with. My eyes fluttered shut as my head bobbed to the side and rested on the boys shoulder. I had been paying more attention to him than the movie anyways, i think he knew it too. The ways his eyebrows would knit together when he talked about something he was passionate about, the ways his toes would curl under the blankets when he knew an exciting part of the movie was coming up and how his lips would pull into the most subtle smile when he noticed i had been staring for just a bit too long.


Schlatt's pov:

Well that was an interesting turn of events. Wilbur raised his eyebrows at me knowing damn well he had the upper hand. I pressed my lips together rocking back and forth on my heel before coughing once, twice turning around and leaving. I didn't want to give the Brit anymore of a victory than he already had. But i could practically see the shit eating grin he was wearing behind me.

My god, i hardly know this man but i depend on him so much. In that little rant of mine i almost spilled out everything, all my stupid feelings towards him. Stop letting him get to your head! This is stupid,but even if it is, one thing is for sure and that's that i cant leave him leave, not yet, not so soon. I remembered the fact i had found him applying to other jobs earlier. I know its bad to want to stunt his progress but i don't know how else to guarantee his stay. Its selfish and stupid but i'm desperate. I tried to reminisce on the company name of which Wilbur was so fond. I walked into my room, sitting at my desk pondering what the best way to contact them would be.


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