My Dark Side w/ Tenny
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Thread Topic: My Dark Side w/ Tenny
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Wynter smiled and nudged the bathroom door open. "I love you too.." He shifted so that one hand could turn on the water while the other held Randson. He raised his eyebrows in surprise. "We're barely functioning as is. We're both going to school full time, not to mention my job. We don't have time for kids. Besides we're not married." He felt the water to make sure it was the right temperature.
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Randson ignored what his boyfriend had said and continued. "I want twins, one boy and one girl. I want them, Wynter," he whined, tugging on his boyfriend's shirt with a huff. "I don't care if we're not married and don't have time, I want them. I need them," he protested.
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"We'll get them eventually" he muttered absentmindedly as he placed his boyfriend into the tub of lukewarm water (if anything, a little on the cool side to help Randson stop sweating). "Does that feel alright?"
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"But I want them now.." He said with a sad look on his face, looking up at his boyfriend with sad eyes. "Yeah, it feels fine.." He said quietly, running a hand through his hair. He was stuck on the idea of having kids and wasn't going to give up on having them. He was really stubborn, and in this case it was no exception.
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"Well, we can't handle them right now. You want them to grow up in a bad home?" He frowned and took the large cup in the tub, scooped up some water, and dumped it on Randson's head, making sure none got on his face.
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"They won't grow up in a bad home!" He said, a little too loudly. He sulked in the bathtub, closing his eyes when his boyfriend soaked his hair with water. "I can handle them, I promise. I'm really responsible and I can care for them like no one else can," he said softly, bragging slightly.
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"I'm not bragging.." He said with a sigh, crossing his arms. "I'm just saying I would be able to take care of them even if you can't and I want them. I'm not bragging, just stating the facts. You're just jealous you're not as open minded and caring and responsible as me.." He said, face flushed. "Don't tell me to be quiet!"
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"Maybe I'll find someone else to do it who doesn't get mad at me for no reason!" He yelled after the older, tears in his eyes when the door slammed shut. He sighed and quickly washed off, draining the water. He glared at himself in the mirror, ashamed of himself. "Sensitive ugly ass kid, that's all you are Randson.." He said softly to himself, glaring at his reflection. He pinched his stomach that was super flat but still there, wondering if he was fat. He felt like he needed to be punished for being so stupid, but didn't want to ask Wynter to do it. He knelt down and opened the cabinet, taking out a razor and staring at the blade. He bit down on his lip as he pressed the blade deep into his arm and dragged it, making a really deep cut across his wrist, one after the other. Dark blood dripped from the cuts and the pain was overwhelming, but he didn't stop. He deserved it. He only stopped after his whole right arm was full of deep cuts and covered in blood. He wrapped the towel around him across his chest like a girl would do instead of around his waist and walked out of the bathroom, hiding his arm.
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Wynter had already gotten changed and made the bed from the previous day's wreckage. Scrubbing at his hair to make it look somewhat decent, he grabbed his wallet and left, not saying a word to or even acknowledging Randson.
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Randson grabbed some clothes and rushed to the bathroom to change, not wanting Wynter to see his arm. He put on a tight short sleeved black shirt and tight black skinny jeans, running a hand through his hair. He sighed and threw on a ton of thick "emo" bracelets to cover up the cuts on his arm. They were black, hot pink, some neon green, but mostly black. Randson had got them a long time ago because they were free but never wore them because he said they looked, "unhappy." He glared at himself once more before leaving the bathroom, hoping his boyfriend wouldn't say anything about the unusual choice in clothing and bracelets.
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Wynter was going through the cupboards, writing a shopping list down on a piece of paper. Milk, eggs, coffee, sprinkles... He saw Randson and tore the paper from the pad. "Oh excuse me. Irresponsible person leaving now." He left the apartment and started the trip to the store c
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Randson opened his mouth to say something but his boyfriend was already gone. He sighed deeply and walked over to the cabinet. He was hungry, but their was nothing here. He picked up the phone and dialed the nearest pizza place. "I want a large cheese pizza with sprinkles." Pause. "Yes, sprinkles. I'll pay extra, thank you." He hung up without waiting for an answer and sat down on the couch.
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Wynter spent an hour at the store, getting everything they needed. Food, shampoo, lube, you name it, if they needed it, he got it.
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Finally, after about an hour, the pizza arrived. He payed the man and took the pizza happily, setting the box down on the sofa and opening it. He just ate it from the box, and boy, was it amazing. With the hot cheese and the semi-cold and hard sprinkles, it was great. He ate all but two slices but felt bad for himself afterwords, pinching his tummy. He say something in a movie once where a girl threw up after eating and she became skinny. Randson wanted to be skinny. After looking up on Wynter's laptop how to make yourself throw up, he went into the bathroom and did it.
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Wynter came home and started hauling groceries in from the car. Ignoring the pizza, and not bothering to ask where Randson was, Wynter started putting all the groceries away. He glanced at the clock while he was doing so and saw that he had time for homework before leaving for work. He sighed and continued shoving stuff into cabinets
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