art is not what i create
what i create
is chaos
a.p

    taylor leaned against the wall and steven sat next to him. taylor was a good half foot shorter and 30 pounds lighter than the overpowering boy that sat next to him, his hair swept to the side and his wife-beater showing his defined arms. taylor adjusted himself so his head layed on the right arm and chuckled.

"i know tony loves you. he just never tells you." he said as he offered steven the bottle of liquor. steven looked over and snatched it from his hands, letting himself take a decently sized gulp of the bittersweet liquid.

"fuck man." steven spoke. his hand was over his eyes and he gave a loud sigh. "i guess this is the reason why ma only smiled on her t.v show."

"your mom had a t.v show?"

"no, you dimwit." steven gave a soft chuckle. "it's an expression."

taylor shurgged and shuffled, looking back at steven with a classy-taylor like smirk that showed only half of his yellowed teeth.

steven looked over. why the fuck did he just want to kiss it off his face so bad?

"I hope you make it to the day you're twenty eight years old." steven said and wrappes his arm around taylor.

"you're being gay, stop." taylor said and stood up, walking to the kitchen.

"hyper-fucking-crite!" he playfully shouted and got up, going to the kitchen and shoving taylor. "we're both faggots!"

"you may be ripped at every edge." steven said ans wrapped his arms around taylor's waist, giving a bashful look. "but you're still a masterpiece."

"if i'm ripped." taylor said and playfull nudged his arm, "then you must've teared through the pages and the ink."

steven bit his lip and smiled. worry for some reason came over him again about tony. he knew what he was doing with cas in his room couldn't be harmful, it would be fine, right? it's been years. was it because of the fight he and tony has earlier? is that what's bugging him? god knows;

why couldn't he trust the demon guy?

steven inhaled and looked down. he wasn't gonna mention this out loud, of course. he didn't wanna whine. he wanted answers. he wanted to jump to the point and he wanted it resolved.

taylor looked over and offered a shotglass and steven took with a tugged smile.

taylor took a cigarette from his pocket and lit it, looking up at steven. wide eyed. white lies.

❝you know,❞ he said as he puffed out the smoke that he held in his cheeks. ❝you'll never be forgiven till your boys are too❞ 

  steven looked down, twiddling with the shotglass. ❝then why do i wake up every moring if it's not with you?❞ 

taylor looked over and back down, swallowing the smoke. "we both know why, steven."

"actually, i don't know why."

taylor looked up. "let's..."

"let's imagine this." he said and grabbed steven's shoulder and put the cigarette out on the table.

"imagine that you were red, and you liked me 'cuz I was blue." he looked up. "you'll touch me and..i become a lilac sky."

taylor put his body in front of his body, his hand in steven's hair. "and than you decide purple just wasn't for you."

before taylor could leave his grip, steven pulled him back and his lips landed on his nose and down to his lips. at first, taylor gasped, but when steven wrapped his arms around taylor, he let himself become rubber and flex with steven, his lips messy and never aligning with steven's. steven pulled apart and taylor looked down. he could taste only alcohol, spit and drugs and it was euphoric.

"it's covered in the colors pulled apart at the seams taylor." steven said with a smile.
"and i fucking love it."

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