Blue eyes popped open, the sound of thunder so loud it practically shook the old house that he was previously sleeping soundly under. Something was off in the cold chill of early morning, something was just not right, wasn't where it was supposed to be.

The owner of those blue eyes sat up quickly, shifting around and realizing he was sleeping on the couch instead of his designated room. It wasn't like that was unusual, it was actually quite normal as he didn't like upstairs much. He never had, not even in his own home, which is why he was usually over here.

He slowly got up, looking down himself to see Trott had stripped him of his hoodie and scarf. His arms were bandaged all the way up to his elbows, making him sort of smile at the way Trott cared for him. Despite this, he ripped the bandages off immediately, exposing the scars from accidentally burning himself and his charred arm hair that was all weird and patchy. It didn't bother him though, being that Trott was the only one that really saw his skin, and even then it was pretty rare for him to do so.

So Alex Smith dropped the bandages carelessly on the floor and looked for where Trott put his clothes. As he turned his head, he saw the two pieces of clothing stacked nicely on the wooden coffee table, with a small piece of paper on top. He leaned over to grab the clothes, and read the words quickly scribbled onto the paper: don't rip off the bandages.

"Too late," the redhead snickered, pulling the dark hoodie over his head and tying his scarf around his head before pulling his hood back up.

A yawn escaped his lips as he walked up the stairs, remembering about the guest that they had up there. Might as well check on him, make sure he is still there... and alive...

Upon entering the navy blue room, Smith found himself temporarily frozen in place, pure shock sprawled upon his face as he stared at the empty bed. After a moment, he quickly jogged to the window, attempting to pull it open only to discover it was still locked. How in the world could he have gotten out?

But that didn't matter, and Smith knew that. Right now, all that mattered was finding that little fucker that thought he could run. Didn't he have an understanding? What could Trott have told him that made him think that there wouldn't be consequences for running away.

For all Smith knew, Ross was laying on the cold forest floor, helplessly lost and on the verge of death from hypothermia. He also realized that it was raining, so if he wasn't dead he was going to have a terrible cold when they found him. This whole situation was getting hopelessly confusing and complicated.

Ross Hornby was smart, clever, as Smith and Trott had figured out awhile ago. That was one of the reasons why they hoped he could join, making the planning smoother and easier to cover up. I mean, burning everything was a great way to cover up, but the whole process they went through was pretty ammeter.

They could have a smooth plan. Abduction. Transport. Kill. Mess around. Rid of evidence.Transport. Dump. Get on with the next one. But they didn't do that. Each time, the two were cutting it incredibly close. Barely getting by with it, having to kill on sight, or sometimes while being transported because the shit that they abducted were making it too difficult.

Ross could be a real leader for them, or that was what both Smith and Trott hoped, without really mentioning it to each other. They  needed somebody to plan it all, to tell them what to do. Otherwise there were misunderstandings, difficulties, questions with no answers, and it was just a bloody mess.

But at the moment, they both knew that getting Ross to lead them would be practically impossible. He seems to be the one wanting to be the hero, sacrificing himself so idiotically. This, for example, was one of those really stupid incidents. If he was going to run, he should've waited until he knew the proper way out, the way to get to the path and the directions to follow. Going out on a rainy day probably wasn't the best time to go either, not to mention at night time when the wolves aren't afraid to approach, and do so in packs.

At this time, Smith found himself in the middle of the forest, no clue where he actually was. "Fuck," he muttered, turning around in the circle and taking in the dense forest.

Water dripped down from the deep green leaves of the tall trees, that towered over Smith. The trees were almost like Smith, towering over him and making him feel small, like how Smith towered over others and made them feel small.  There was only one Smith, unlike the thousands of trees that surrounded him, but one Smith could be incredibly intimidating, whereas one tree isn't very scary.

"Suppose this is karma," he chuckled to himself. After all, just minutes before he was complaining how stupid it was for Ross to just walk out into the forest. Then he had been so distracted that he just walked out here himself.

So he just walked around, looking for the path that would lead him back to the house. He was also looking for Ross, but at the moment he was a bit too confused to properly do anything. The first thing he needed was to get himself on track, then he could get Ross. Even if he did find Ross, without a path it would be useless, and he assumed Ross was passed out right now anyway.

If not from exhaustion of hunger, it would be from the cold and rain. I mean, being out here in the dark for hours just looking for an escape that never came, he would give up after awhile too.

Smith had probably been wandering around for an hour. It was eight now, and Trott was surely up, probably freaking out since not only Ross was gone, but so was Smith. And it wasn't like Smith had a cellphone or anything, and even if he did he probably couldn't get a signal out here anyway. Trott was always complaining about it, always trying to get research done out here in secrecy instead of using a coffee shop's wifi, or even his own.

After all, that stuff could be tracked. Although he had assured Smith that he had done many things to make sure nobody, NOBODY, could track what he was doing on his phone. He said it was complicated, having to do with jailbreaking then hacking into a couple systems and blocking his information from the inside out. It just confused Smith, which was why he usually never did much research or planning.

Maybe Ross knew about this stuff and could help Trott. The poor guy usually got stressed while researching, or frustrated when he came to the many dead ends of bad information or a system was just unhackable. Smith would usually have to go and calm him down, which usually led to a heavy make out session.

His mind again drifted to Ross, how when Smith first saw him was immediately attracted to the dark haired teen. There was just something, and upon research (that Trott did),Smith found himself having two things that really mattered in life. He really liked Ross, almost as much as Trott. And he was sure if he could get to know Ross, he would like him as much as Trott as well.

That plan sounded insane, to anyone else at least, but to Alex it seemed like it could work out. They were freaks anyway, or at least Trott and himself were. People rarely paid any mind to them, so who would care if they were gay, or liked two people at the same time.

Alex really didn't have a problem with it, as his mind was generally pretty open. He really didn't mind about looks or genders. Although when he first saw Ross, he was immediately blown away, but it wasn't like that was the only thing that attracted him. Strange as it seemed, Smith felt something about Ross, same as he did with Trott.

After a couple more minutes of searching, he just stopped. "ROSS?"

There was no answer, just continuous rain pounding away on the ground below him. Not that he expected an answer, the rain was falling too heavily to be able to hear anything.

He was completely soaked by now. The dense leaves above him couldn't protect him from all the rain, so slowly the rain landed on him until he could feel the wetness on his hood and shoulders. The rest of him was alright, luckily, so he shouldn't catch a cold, but his hair was wet and dripping, and there was just certain spots of his clothes that stuck to his skin.

So with that, he just sat down on a nearby log. "ROSS," he called again and again and again, hoping for an answer that he knew wouldn't come.

"What am I doing, anyway? He doesn't want to be with us, why am I chasing him... He doesn't like me anyway. Fuck," he paused his ramblings to himself as he realized how stupid he sounded. "And look at me, rambling to myself and feeling sorry. Fuck it all."

With that he pulled out one of the lighters that he had hidden all over himself. He flicked it on, letting the small flame start and flicker there for a moment. The wind was just too harsh, plus the cold and rain, and it wouldn't stay. He stuffed it back in his pocket and groaned.

"Good fucking job, Smith. Got yourself stuck out here too," he whispered to himself, shaking his head. "That little twat..."

"Smith?"

The red head jumped, turning around swiftly to see a tall teenager. His dark hair was soaked and slicked down, his clothes were drenched. He was visibly shivering, and his lips were a light blue color against his flushed red skin.

"Ross," Smith asked.

"No, it's the police," Ross said sarcastically, but the comment was ignored by Smith as he hopped up and lunged towards Ross. The force pushed him backwards against a tree as the taller redhead hugged him tightly.

"S-smith? What are you d-doing," Ross asked, his voice shaky. Smith wasn't sure if it was because he was cold, or because he was flustered.

None the less, he pulled back quickly, smiling underneath his scarf. "You had us worried sick, the second I woke up I came searching," Smith explained, his cheeks were flushed as well underneath his scarf.

"Trott said you guys couldn't care less," Ross replied, crossing his arms and avoiding any eye contact at all with Smith.

Smith's eyebrows furrowed," What? Of course not, mate. You don't need to die out in the forest, you did absolutely nothing to deserve this. I... I couldn't let you get lost and die of starvation or of hypothermia or whatever."

Smith trailed off, and now realized that Ross had backed up quite far away from him creating this huge distance between them. "I just don't understand why you two would care so much. You are murderers for Gods sake," Ross exclaimed.

Smith didn't mind the term murderers much, being that it wasn't true. They were just bringing justice, keeping these awful people off the streets and keeping the small isolated city safe. "We aren't murderers... and listen, just please listen. You may not know us, but we know you. A-and... we need you Ross. Aren't you the kind of guy that likes to be the hero? The one that wants to save the day, well here's your chance. Save innocent people from these monsters that committed these awful crimes, and were just released out into the world to do it again, no consequences for them," Smith spoke, leaving Ross silent.

And so the two stood there, in complete silence. The only sounds were from the nature around them, the birds chirping now that the rain had settled down, the wind making the leaves on the trees blow all in one direction. It was still a bit gloomy, and the scent of rain still filled both of their nostrils, but it was a sort of refreshing scent.

Although rain was an enemy of fire, Smith loved it. It was a distraction, a hiding place, a disguise, it was so many things to him. It was an excuse, an escape, a cover up, a lie, the truth, but it also put out his fire. But sometimes Smith needed his fire put out, he needed to be calmed down. At times he could be a bit of a hot head, getting frustrated or upset, sometimes just getting a bit too cocky, but the rain was like his therapist. It was a neutralizer, you could say. Positive cancels out negative as water puts out fire.

"Ross, I just saved your fucking life. The least you could do was come back to the house with me," Smith pleaded for the final time.

"You didn't really," Ross chuckled.

"If I wasn't out here, you would've been lost forever mate," Alex reminded him," Now c'mon. Let's find our way back before Trott goes mad."

~~~

Ross and Smith sat in front of the fire, a cup of tea in both of their hands and large thick blankets draped over their shoulders. Ross had changed into a pair of Smith's sweat pants and t-shirts for the time being while his clothes were hung up in the kitchen from a rope and clothes hangers. Smith kept his hoodie and scarf,only exchanging his pants and t-shirt for something more comfortable and not so wet.

Trott stood back smiling, staring at the two who were completely oblivious to him. They were just chatting normally, laughing and joking about stupid topics, sitting much closer together than they would've before since they had to share a blanket.

Trott was much like a mother in the situation. He cooked, he cleaned, he made sure everything around their workspace was absolutely perfect. Even Ross could see how he struggled to make sure Smith wasn't hurting himself too badly, and would scold him when he took off bandages and such. He even mothered Ross a little bit, promising to make his favorite soup (since that and macaroni and cheese was all they could make out here) and had even broken into their storage of medical supplies for some cold medicine to be sure he wouldn't get sick.

It was oddly normal, and  natural, as if this was all supposed to happen in some strange way. Like they were all meant to be friends, although Smith and Trott were hoping for a bit more from Ross. It was just the strangest thing.

They discovered that Ross really wasn't all that hard to convince, considering that just hours ago he was trying to run away from them. He hadn't necessarily agreed to anything, but promised to come back eventually. Trott drew him a map of where the path was and which ways to follow the path.

They all felt like they had a certain level of trust with each other. You would think Trott and Smith would be absolutely insane to let Ross go home, or that Ross was absolutely insane for wanting to come back. But, they all felt each other's explanations and such were genuine, that their promises would be fulfilled. And so they depended on that.

~~~

Ross returned very late on Sunday night. The door to his house was unlocked, and as he walked in, he found everything strangely normal. He had expected his mother to be worried sick about where he went, calling the police even and pacing around. He expected a big mess, lot's of people and family to be gathered in their living room impatiently waiting for his return. He expected lot's of hugs and cries of joys, followed by gentle scolding and possibly being grounded... but he got none of that.

The house was silent except for calm chatter from the kitchen. Upon entering, he saw his mother, her dark hair pulled up into a ponytail and wearing a nice dress sitting at the table. Across from her an unfamiliar man, although Ross knew it was probably one of her boyfriends. Ross noticed his dark hair and brown eyes, his unforgiving stare as the man directed his attention to him as he stood awkwardly in the doorway. His mother turned her gaze to, staring at her son and she smiled.

"Finally Mr. Antisocial decided to come to see us," she chuckled,"We were just about to call you for dinner."

Ross cocked an eyebrow," You... you didn't even notice?"

"Notice what," his mother asked, turning back towards her meal which appeared to be steak and mashed potatoes.

"That... that I was gone," Ross asked, stepping forward cautiously and setting his dead phone and keys on the counter.

"Oh... that explains it. Next time you tell me before you go out with friends, hun," his mother laughed, her dark eyes gain finding those of her new boyfriend.

Ross froze, suddenly feeling anger boil inside of him as he stared at the two people sitting there. "Mum, I've been gone since Saturday," Ross exclaimed, anger accidentally leaking into his tone and turning the simple words into semi-yelling.

"Oh, that's nice sweetheart. Why don't you come and eat-"

"NO! Mum, I've been gone since saturday and you haven't even noticed," Ross gasped, crossing his arms.

His mother turned in her chair, the light hitting her face and illuminating the pounds of makeup she seemed to have on. She was obviously trying to impress this guy, but why? Putting on makeup and making a nice dinner in this shit apartment isn't going to do anything. "Well, you are seventeen now, almost eighteen Ross. You are practically an adult, why should I be worrying?"

"You have got to be kidding me," Ross muttered, staring at his mother with a glare of disgust. "What if I was taken by the Hats or something?! You wouldn't have realized it until you saw my dead body on the news scorched and dissected!"

His mother stood up suddenly,"Ross Hornby, don't even say such a thing!"

Ross just shook his head. Only if she knew, knew that he had been abducted and- well he wasn't really abducted. He was willing to go back and hang out, which was completely insane. If anything, Ross Hornby was safe from any danger. Wasn't he?

"I am an adult aren't I, I can say what I want.," Ross repeated. "And I apparently have a mother that cares more about her boyfriends then her own son!"

"Boyfriends," the man asked suddenly. His voice was much deeper than expected, and he raised an eyebrow at Ross' mother. "How many men have you had over?"

"Not many at all! Maybe one within the last two months," she laughed, before turning back to her son. "GO UP TO YOUR ROOM NOW!'

"FUCK THIS," Ross yelled, grabbing his phone and keys before storming off down the small crappy hallway and into his cramped room. He slammed the door behind him, and it was almost like a trigger. Instantly afterwards, he could hear yelling from the kitchen.

~~~

"Hey Ross, why couldn't you come to the party,'" Ridge asked, plopping down next to the dark haired teen at the cafeteria table. Around him his friends sat, their conversations suddenly stopping and their gazes landing on him.

"Oh yeah! It was awesome Ross," Hannah laughed, laying her head on her boyfriend's shoulder before continuing," We got to play spin the bottle!"

"Don't remind me," Lewis chided in, shaking his head and a look of disgust appearing on his face.

"Oh C'mon Xeph, wasn't that bad," Ridge chuckled, sending him a little wink making Kim across the table burst into hysterics.

"Why do you call him 'Xeph' anyway," Duncan asked, the blonde looking up from whatever he was toying with and directing his attention towards the auburn haired man that sat next to Ross.

"Oh, when he was little he used to be obsessed with space and the stars and-"

"RIDGE SHUT UP," Lewis cut in, leaning across the table and slapping a hand over Ridge's mouth. Ridge just laughed under the hand, and a moment later Lewis pulled his hand back suddenly yelling," DID YOU JUST LICK ME?"

The whole table burst into hysterical laughter, including Sips and Sjin who had stopped being all lovey dovey in their little corner and had turned their attention towards the conversation. The grey-skinned teen had his arm slung around Sjin's shoulder, holding the brown haired teen close as they snuggled up to each other. Ross had to admit it was quite adorable, but instead answered,"My mum."

"Oh, sorry man. How's... that... going anyway," Lewis asked, leaning on his elbows into the table. All of his friends knew about Ross' mom, who was trying to sink her fangs into a rich man's heart. Ross knew it was just to get them out of their sticky situation, but the way she was doing it was prostitution, and didn't settle right with Ross.

"Brought home another guy last night. ya know, she didn't even notice I snuck out for the whole weekend, and when I got home she felt she had the right to be mad at me when I yelled at her for paying more attention to her boyfriends than me," Ross ranted on, all of his friends nodding sympathetically.

"Sorry mate," Sips spoke up.

"Ya know, Ross, if you ever need a place to go... I got plenty of room at my house and I am sure my parents wouldn't mind," Ridge suggested next to him.

"Oh it's fine. if the sex noise get's to me too much, I... I got a place to go," Ross shrugged, a smile appearing on his face as he thought about Smith and Trott.

"Oooh! That is the smile of a man in love," Simon cooed, Kim nodding enthusiastically next to him.

"Who's the pretty lady," she asked, raising an eyebrow and giggling.

Ross just shook his head, laughing slightly at the look on all of his friends faces. They all looked extremely excited, staring at Ross and expecting an answer.

After a couple moments of silence, Kim spoke up,” Is it not… not a lady?”

Ross shook his head,” Not at all.” In fact, it was two young men. “And, I am not in love with them.”

“You sure do look like it, who is it,” Duncan asked.

“Eh,” Ross glanced around the cafeteria, looking for Smith and Trott, but after not seeing them he shook his head, slightly puzzled. It was strange, but now that he thought about it he didn’t feel the normal eyes on him or anything, it was just. Not that he had ever seen Smith around school, but he had seen Trott multiple times. Maybe after school he would go check in on them. “I suppose they aren’t here,” Ross shrugged.

“They,” Lewis asked, raising an eyebrow.

Ross’ face went bright red, realizing where he sort of messed up. “Can we uh… move on from this conversation,” Ross asked, laughing awkwardly as he stared at all of his friends who had confusion all over their faces.

“Ross we won’t judge you but-”

RING.

“Oh! There’s the bell, see you all later, bye,” Ross laughed, quickly standing up and running off to his next class, leaving his large group of friends sitting there, mouths agape or brows furrowed.

~~~

Ross went through the steps he went just three days ago with Trott. After everyone had cleared out of school, he made his way behind it to the big empty field of weeds and long grass that tickled his bare knees. He ran across, looking behind him as he went just to be sure nobody was following.

This time as he climbed the fence, he didn’t even hesitate, mostly because he was afraid to get caught, but maybe because this time he knew when he entered was under  the protection of two very skilled murderers...  That was something he had never expected to be relieved about, or even have for that matter. But now that he did, he thought it was wonderful. He felt safer, although a bit uneasy about the whole killing thing. After all, he was truly getting involved with complete psychos who played literally played with fire and killed others for research and justice.

But Ross went on, following the map Trott had made him on a scrap of paper and following it exactly. Now that he was reading it, and carefully going through the forest, he noticed how easy it was to go through. He picked up on the little landmarks Trott and Smith had left, that to anyone else would be completely normal. He also noted how easy it would be to get lost or distracted from the landmarks, as the forest was extremely intimidating and dark, the second you stepped in you felt like you were trespassing, which technically you were.

He finally made it to the house, and upon seeing the clearing he shoved the map in his backpack and ran forwards. He pushed the door open, looking around as if Trott and Smith were going to be waiting for him- they weren’t. The house was completely empty, which he had deemed after checking the whole thing and yelling,” SMITH? TROTT?”

After checking everything he went outside, looking towards the old rusty truck that sat near the edge of the clearing then his eyes drifting towards the other much smaller house. Now that he looked at it, he decided it looked more like a tool shed or workshop, with a metal door and no windows whatsoever.

He strode over to it, examining it all around. It looked much sturdier than the other building. This one wasn’t as overtaken by nature, and actually looked well taken care of. The dark haired teen hovered his hand over the doorknob, knowing what he might actually stumble across in that room.

He just stood there for a moment, the thought of it playing around in his head as he stood there. Two things were weighing in his mind, two things that would ultimately convince him whether or not to open the door. Curiosity and fear… but curiosity ultimately got the better of him as he opened the door.

Immediately he was greeted by an awful stench of rotting meat, making him gag and his blue eyes water. Getting past that, he stared in amazement at the room. The walls were reinforced by concrete, which probably blocked out the scent from getting outside and made it easy to clean. On the far wall, many different tools were hung up. It almost looked like it belonged in horror movie, and for a moment the thought of “how did they even get this stuff” crossed his mind. He shrugged it off as his eyes were drawn to the large silver table in the middle of the room, blood dripping off of the top down to the floor. A top the table, a corpse lay still, its complexion pale and looking slightly bruised under the skin.

Ross took a deep breath before he entered completely, slowly and cautiously making his way towards the table to examine the body. His eyes widened upon getting close up, realizing that this young lady was very naked. Her hair was blonde, put up into a perfect ponytail, none of the hairs out of place or sticking up, and hanging over the edge of the table slightly. Dead blue eyes were staring up at Ross, unblinking but somehow looking very pretty. Strange. Maybe it was because the eyelids didn’t get in the way, so he was able to see the different shades of blue and little specks of green, the pattern the created around the pupil. His own eyes looked down the rest of her body, which was untouched up to her stomach.

That was sliced open completely, revealing her read insides that laid still and unmoving, as they usually would be moving around.Ross studied her organs, naming the things he remembered from his science class, such as the stomach, large intestine, small intestine, liver, bladder. He did notice that her reproductive organs were gone, probably taken out to study for further understanding.

“Ross,” a voice asked suddenly, breaking the previous silence and making him jump. He turned around to meet a two pairs of eyes- blue and brown.

Smith and Trott stood next to each other in the doorway. Smith’s scarf was pulled up, as was his hood, so it was hard to tell what he was thinking, but Trott was quite clear. Strangely, the short brunette was smiling, his eyes drifting from Ross towards the body.

“I- I am sorry… I was looking for you guys and-”

“You really came back,” Trott asked hopefully, his eyes looking hopeful.

“Y-yeah. I was uh… wondering why you guys weren’t at school today. I guess I know why,” Ross laughed nervously, his eyes drifting to the nude corpse behind him.

“We weren’t sure if we should tell you, but I mean, you seem to be handling this stuff quite well,” Smith spoke, walking forward next to the body. “You touch anything?”

Ross backed away towards the door, stopping when he was a good five feet away before answering. “Uh no, I figured you wouldn’t want to and-”

“You can if you want, I already did my study. Smith just likes to burn it, you wouldn’t do any harm,” Trott shrugged, walking away from his previous spot in the doorway as well.

“No, it’s alright. I’ll be waiting inside the house,” Ross shrugged.

“Alright. We’ll probably be there in an hour or so, she doesn’t look to difficult to burn, she’s quite small actually Trott. Nowhere near your already decided “average,”” Smith spoke casually.

“She did some pretty messed up shit, plus, It was the size of her legs. Although she was small, her legs were proportioned perfectly and-”

Ross walked out before he could hear anything else, quite quickly. His eyes were wide and his heart racing wildly, realizing what just happened and how it was all so casual. Even he didn’t get freaked out about it, infact he was quite curious. What the fuck was wrong with him?

~~~

By the time Alex and Trott were done and had returned to the main house, Ross had made himself quite at home. His feet were up on the coffee table, and he layed back on the sofa, holding his phone to his face and scrolling through something.

“This is a huge difference from Saturday,” Trott chuckled, making Ross jump and slam his heels on the ground.

“He’s quite jumpy, isn’t he Trotty,” Smith laughed, walking by and plopping himself down on the couch besides Ross.

“Very. By the way, Ross, you didn’t seem very bothered by what was in the shed,” Trott laughed.

“Actually, I was wondering about that. During movies when I see that sort of thing I am very squeamish, but for some reason this didn’t bother me at all,” Ross shrugged, putting down his phone in his lap.

The second he did, a gloved hand came out of nowhere and swiped it from the spot. “Oi!”

“It’s okay, mate, I just wanna… see it,” Smith murmured, seemingly amazed by the bright screen and colors.

“Don’t you have your own,” Ross squawked, attempting to snatch it back but failing.

"Nope. 'M afraid I am not the richest person in the world," the redhead sighed," What's your pass code."

"I'm not telling you," Ross shouted.

"Mate, what am I going to do? I'll probably forget it by tomorrow anyway," Smith shrugged.

"Yeah, but Trott won't, and I know he will use it somehow," he laughed, snatching his phone back successfully this time and typing in four numbers before giving it back to the impatiently waiting red head.

"What's your number, by the way," Trott asked, leaning over the couch in between Smith and Ross.

"Mate where are your games," Smith whined, making Trott chuckle and tapped the screen a few times for him.

"(Random number), why, gonna ask me on a date?"

"Do you want me to," Trott laughed.

Ross went silent and pink was painted on his cheeks, making Trott laugh. "Don't worry, mate. I can't leave Smith alone by himself."

"Oi! Why can't I go with you two," Smith asked, his head barely peeking up from the screen.

"Smith, three guys go on a date together, can you imagine the looks we would get," Trott asked, flicking Smith on the forehead.

"Who gives a fuck about people that stare? People stare at me anyway," the redhead shrugged.

"Whoa, who said we were going on a date," Ross finally chided in, making the two other teens turn their attention towards Ross whose eyebrows were raised.

"C'mon, Ross. It'll be fun. We can go to a movie or something," Smith suggested, dropping Ross' phone into his lap. "Listen, I know Trott may not be the most attractive guy, but I am. And if you want me, you have to take Trott."

"Smith he doesn't even know what you look like," Trott scoffed, slapping Smith's shoulder and making him laugh.

"That is true. Why don't you take off that hood and scarf," Ross asked.

Smith suddenly stopped laughing. “Fuck, I am sorry. That was very out of line,” Ross spoke quickly. The awkward silence was upon all three of them for a good five minutes, just sitting there.

“No- No it’s fine. It’s um… only Trott’s really seen me,” Smith shrugs, faking a laugh. “It’s fine to be curious though.”

“No. I shouldn’t have asked, it’s probably personal and stuff, I don’t need to know that information,” Ross responded, not daring to look up and make eye contact with either of them.

“Ross, it’s fine. Don’t worry about it, mate,” Trott spoke up finally, resting a hand on Ross’ shoulder. “Smith isn’t a sensitive guy, you can call him the worst things possible and he wouldn’t even care.”

“Wait- I know what you could do Ross,” Smith said suddenly, smiling under his scarf. Ross nodded for him to continue, and so he did,” Go out with us for an apology. C’mon, a horror movie came out a couple weeks ago, we could go see it this Friday super late. Nobody will be out, and since everyone has probably already seen it nobody will be there.”

~~~

Ross walked quickly through the almost empty movie theater. Only a couple of adults seem to be hanging around, probably on a parents night or something, but it seemed like all of them were going to see a chick flick. Ross ignored them, running past them and going to theater eight. They all agreed to come seperately, as to not raise suspicion.

He entered theater eight, which was actually quite small. There only seemed to be six rows of chairs, covered in the red sort of scratchy fabric. All of the seats were empty, except for two at the very top which were occupied by none other than Trott and Smith. He smiled and waved up to them, walking up the steps.

Trott smiled as Ross appeared in front of them, patting a seat to the right of him. To left of him Smith sat, a bag of popcorn in his lap that looked to almost be empty. Ross chuckled, taking a seat next to the brunette.

The advertisements seemed to go fast, but maybe that was because only three people had purchased tickets to see the movie. The dark haired teen just relaxed, leaning back in his theater seat as the movie began.

It was a pretty good movie, starting off with a group of teens who are just messing around with some devil worshipping stuff, then accidentally summon a demon of sorts. There were lot’s of jump scares, as Ross could tell by the fact that Smith jumped at every single one of them, although he tried to play it cool. He smiled slightly, when he watched Trott lay a comforting hand on Smith’s thigh.

Throughout the movie though, Ross really wasn’t oblivious to the fact that Trott and Smith were really trying to make it a date like thing. At one point, when all three of them jumped at a particular spooky part in the movie, he felt a hand on his shoulder. Turning his head, he saw Smith had swung his arm over Trott’s shoulder and reached his hand to touch Ross’. The blue eyed teen blushed madly, making eye contact with Trott who just chuckled and whispered,” Get used to it.”

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This was a bit shorter than the other one, sorry. lol enjoy tho :)