Goth began to cry suddenly when looking at the tv. I tried my best to calm him, bringing him into a tight embrace as he cried silently into my shirt.
    I glared at jack with an expression, telling him to turn off the tv. He quickly switched off the tv screen, only making goth's cries more clear. Goth sobbed and shrieked into my shirt. He clearly didn't want to see his parents. I try my best to calm him down but only make the situation worse for him.
    He just starts screaming bloody murder. He screamed 'no', having also told himself that he would never go back rapidly. I pick him up bridal style and carry him gently to the couch. There was no chance of getting away from him since his fingers were tightly clutched around my shirt.
    I saw the guilt in jack's eyes and tried quickly apologizing for turning on the tv. Goth stopped crying and screaming, finally just sniffling and releasing his hands from my chest. He sits up straight and wipes his eyes with his sleeve harshly. "How 'bout we go out and get your mind off it?" he nodded meekly. I take his hand and kiss it gently. He giggles softly at my action.
    "I swear, your getting cheesier everyday" goth smiled with a light blush blanketing his cheeks. I smirk softly and pull him into my chest.
    "Oh? Then what kind of cheese am I?~" he bursted out into a laughing fit, burying his face into my chest.
    "Your just....cheese. Now can we go outside?" I nodded and pull goth from my chest. I bestow a small kiss on his lips before standing up, earning an explosion of blush.
    He stands up quickly and nervously scurries away to the front door. I chuckle and grab my wallet on the side table by the couch. This little trip may be expensive. I shove the leather and ripped cloth into my pocket and walk over to where goth was standing.
    He was still flustered, trying to make sense of the kiss I gave him. I place a hand onto his shoulder, startling him. He whipped around as out eyes met. My smirk was as clear as day to him, seeing that his blush got brighter. I cock an eyebrow at what we're wearing. Sh*t.
    "Forgetting something lovebirds?~" jack shouted from the kitchen counter, still eating. I sigh, picking up goth and carrying him to my bedroom, in which I should clean. Goth was just nervously picking at the flowers in his socket.
    I drop him onto the bed as I hear clothes being thrown onto the floor and the door shutting quickly. Nice one, jack. I pick up the cloak and things that he threw and hand goth his clothes.....

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    I take the clothes from rurik, confused. Am I really supposed to change....in front of him? My face bursted into flames at that point. Rurik cocked an eyebrow at me. "Something wrong" yes! There is! I stare at the dirty ground.
    "C-could you at l-least turn around?" I asked meekly. He blushed a bit but nodded. He leaned on the door, facing away from me. How am I supposed to change when the guy I like is standing there?! I huffed quietly and began to take the shirt off.  The many scars that scattered my body were now visible.
    I glance at rurik again, he was starring at the wall intently, almost like he was guilty of something. I slip into my black jeans and buckle up my red belt around it. Afterwards, I slip on my red shirt. Though the shirt still had stains, they were faded from being thoroughly washed. My boots were polished to the tip, shinning brightly. I could barely remember when they looked dirty.
    I jump into my boots, feeling their warm inside heat my skeletal feet. I throw my cloak on my back as I button up the front quickly. I flip up the hood and wrap the scarlet scarf around my neck gently.
    For once, my clothing felt warm, nice, as if being cradled by a loving mother. I smiled gently, rurik's voice interrupting my thought.
    "Are ya done?" he asked. There was sense of worry in his tone.
    "Mhmm​!" I hummed aloud. He turned around. His face filled with surprise. He rubbed his eyes and looked at me again. Rurik chuckled as he nervously rubbed the back of his neck.
    "Y-you.....you look.....great, just like in highschool..." my blush reappeared on my cheeks at the comment. Rurik let out a sigh and smiled. "My turn~" he held out his arms towards me and smirked.
    "W-what?"
    "Come on, can't you help a guy get his shirt off~" he snickered a bit. I jumped back, shacking my head rapidly. He pouted. "Aww, please~" I growled and stomped out of the room. "Gothy! I was kidding!, fine! I'll be out in a second!" he shouted, closing the door. I leaned against the front door and argued with my thoughts.

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    Soon the sound of a door opening was heard, rurik, walking out fully clothed. I blushed, each of us looking the same way as we did in highschool. Though, rurik seemed softer than ridged, cold fell palette.
    He walked up to me and motioned toward the door. I quickly open the door as we walk out of the apartment....