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Friday, 20 July 2012
04:18:07 PM (GMT)
"For God's sake, Aiden, just eat the bloody sandwich!"
The boy glared, arms folded in his usual 'sulking' pose, slumped into the middle seat
of the sofa, "It's not a sandwich."  He grumbled, seemingly unable to hold back from
correcting his friend.
Salem rolled his eyes, "Just one half?  C'mon, you need to eat..."
"I'm not hungry.  It doesn't make sense to eat if you're not hungry."
"I don't care!  It's not like you're going to get fat.  Please?  For me, just eat
half?"  Salem said, pushing the panini forwards, nudging Aiden's hand lightly.  The
scowling boy glared a moment longer, his green eyes stubbornly avoiding the food as
he reluctantly took it.  Salem grinned in satisfaction, sitting down next to him,
raising his arms as Aiden fell sideways, resting his head on his lap and taking a
bite as Salem twirled a dark brown curl around his finger absently.  "Thanks."
"Shu'up..."  Aiden said around a mouthful, picking out a tomato and holding it out to
drop into Salem's hand.
He took the tomato and put it on the coffee table, wiping his hand on his trouser
leg, and jumped slightly as the doorbell rang.  He looked to Aiden, and patted his
shoulder twice when he made no move (as usual).  "Get up, Smelly.  The door won't
open itself."
"Who said we want to speak to them?"
"It's Aaron.  I told you earlier that he's coming round!"
Salem sighed heavily, sliding out from under Aiden's head, letting it fall back onto
the settee cushion and ignoring his friend's death glare, "I told you yesterday.  You
clearly were too busy shouting at the telly..."  He left the room to avoid the
protests that continued anyway, and opened the door to his friend (with benefits). 
He ushered Aaron in before the wind could blow any more autumn leaves into their hall
which was already covered in orange.  "Alright?"  He grinned, pulling Aaron into a
hug which was gratefully returned, "Sorry... Aiden's ill and in denial, so I'm sorry
if he says anything..."
Aaron shrugged, "He always says something, I'm used to it!"
Salem flinched awkwardly.  Why did the boy insist on abusing anybody he was...
involved with?!  "Sorry... I'll have words if he says anything too bad."
"SALEMMMM..."  The whine echoed down the stairs, and the recipient groaned,
"C'mon, let's go upstairs-"
Aaron smirked a little, nudging Salem, "Go on.  Might be fun!"
He shot back a withering glance, "No.  No, it won't."
"I've set up Cluedo!"  Aiden called, tucking his feet into his dressing gown.

The board was set up on the coffee table, cunningly avoiding the discarded tomatoes,
and Salem and Aaron we sat on the floor across from Aiden, who was sprawled across
the settee.  Salem glanced quickly at Aaron while Aiden was scribbling notes and
eliminating suspects.  He already knew who it was, and with what and where, but if
the game was over too quickly, Salem refused to play again.  Aiden rolled the die for
his second turn, and made his move, looking at his cards and doodling, blissfully
unaware of the fact (Or choosing not to acknowledge) that Salem's hand was covering
Aaron's under the table, brushing small circles with his thumb against Aaron's
After about a minute and a half, Aiden sighed heavily, "Bored... It was Professor
Plum in the kitchen with the dagger.  Can we do something else now?"
"I think you should sleep.  You haven't in ages."
"I'm not tired!"
"You're ill, though."  Salem countered, "Sleep on the settee.  You won't even have to
"I don't want t-"
"I'll make you tea.  Then you sleep."
Aiden pouted moodily.  He was under no illusions, and didn't want his best friend to
stay at the stupid boy's house again...  But he knew from experience that there was
nothing that would make him stay.  Nothing that Aiden could give, anyway.
Salem grinned, putting a hand on the small of Aaron's back and leading him to the
kitchen as he put the kettle on.  "Back to yours, I'm guessing?"  He asked, a
mischevious smirk on his lips.
"How'd you guess?!"  Aaron grinned, leaning up a little and kissing Salem.  He
lowered his voice to quieter than a whisper, and added, "I hate your flatmate..."
Salem chuckled, "You wouldn't be the first."  He pressed his lips to Aaron's once
again, noticing the wisps of steam at the spout of the teapot as it clicked.  He
pulled away and finished making the tea, returning to give it to Aiden.
"So... I'll see you tomorow, sometime?  Or the day after?"  The detective's voice was
smaller than usual, and Salem frowned a little.  The emotion of 'hurt' was a rare one
in Aiden's life, unless inflicted on others, but that, in a sense, made it worse when
it did make an appearance.
"Yeah.  Sometime."  Salem nodded, unwilling to give an exact time, even though he
knew that was what Aiden wanted.  He ruffled the dark brown curls and smiled a
little, "I'll have my phone on me."
"You won't look at it."
"I will!"  Salem sighed, "See you, then."  He muttered, watching as Aiden put the mug
on a coaster and curled up into a ball of dressing gown, facing the back of the sofa.
Aaron rolled his eyes, heading out so that Salem could lock the door after them.  "I
officially think he's a git.  I bet that's all put on!"
Salem nodded, laughing lightly, "Yeah, probably..." He muttered, flicking his collar
down on his jacket as he walked next to Aiden in the fading light.
"Of all the people, why you?!  I mean, I know I have, but... He doesn't even want
sex!  ....Does he?!"
"Ugh!  God no!  Shut up Aaron, before I punch you!"
"Thank God for that!"   He laughed, shuddering and pulling Salem to a stop, kissing
him, "'Cause that'd be weird..."
Salem smirked, turning quickly and forcing Aaron to retreat against the wall.  "You
do realise I just drugged my best friend for you, right?"  He asked, his voice a low
"He'd have waited up otherwise..."  Salem said, kissing Aaron again, pulling away
only very slightly to mumble, "So, you're only in it for the sex, huh?"
"Shut up..."  Aaron chuckled, pulling him closer again, the smell of the crisp autumn
night swirling around them as they kissed a few streets away from the flat.
Salem smirked devillishly, pinning Aaron against the bricks.  "No..."

GAAAH, crappy ending..... But I'm fairly certain you know how this'll end, right?!
Last edited: 20 July 2012

‹mÿlö xÿlötö› says:   20 July 2012   588086  
Aaron's "...Does he?!" made me laugh SO HARD XDDD
‹defineMANIAC› says:   20 July 2012   700554  
Well, I figured that Sherlock and John get enough people asking, so
why shouldn't these two?!?!
I've even had someone saying that we have domestics on diary comments
‹mÿlö xÿlötö› says:   20 July 2012   711895  
So. Funny. xDDDDD
OH GOD who?! xDD 
‹defineMANIAC› says:   20 July 2012   551034  
Pffffft xD
Err, Helen, Hatty, randomers!  Moriarty said it once, I think! 
‹mÿlö xÿlötö› says:   20 July 2012   255808  
I love this xD
Helen reads our diary comments?! xD 
‹defineMANIAC› says:   20 July 2012   396471  
We were talking about how I'm always right, and I showed her your
picture :P  Claimed we were having a domestic! 
‹mÿlö xÿlötö› says:   20 July 2012   247721  
I keep laughing xD
Oh dear :P once a Molly, always a Molly... 
‹defineMANIAC› says:   20 July 2012   532485  
I'm genuinely sitting here with a permanant grin on my face!!!  Just
need someone to kill now.... xD
So true...! 
‹mÿlö xÿlötö› says:   20 July 2012   797825  
Oh dear xDD
Atleast I can make her feel awkward :DDD 
‹defineMANIAC› says:   20 July 2012   320296  
And I quote, from her text "You must be warm in your coat with your
collar and cheekbones!"   SHE SAID I HAVE CHEEKBONES /dies 
‹mÿlö xÿlötö› says:   20 July 2012   530111  
‹defineMANIAC› says:   20 July 2012   474750  
‹mÿlö xÿlötö› says:   20 July 2012   582391  
‹defineMANIAC› says:   20 July 2012   740289  
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