Perfect Circles
One
"The Earth isn't a perfect circle," Frank told him, matter-of-factly.
"I know," He sneered, tapping his teal crayon on the hard, Mahogany table.
The boy hung his head low, and watched him strike the tips of colored wax on bond paper, peeping over his shoulder. "Then why is your world a perfect circle?"
"Does it matter?" Mikey huffed, tracing the outlines of each continent, and blowing away the strips of leftover teal wax.
"I guess not." He mumbled sourly, snatching a few crayons from the box.
The little Iero's face returned to his work, as he pursed his lips from time to time, shaking the crayon box, and mumbling under his innocent breath.
The younger Way smirked at Frank's vulnerable little pout and act, as he dropped his crayon. Swift as the wind, Mikey's lips brushed along-side the little Iero's flustered cheeks.
"Because the world is always perfect when I'm beside you, Frankie."
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FIN
"I know," He sneered, tapping his teal crayon on the hard, Mahogany table.
The boy hung his head low, and watched him strike the tips of colored wax on bond paper, peeping over his shoulder. "Then why is your world a perfect circle?"
"Does it matter?" Mikey huffed, tracing the outlines of each continent, and blowing away the strips of leftover teal wax.
"I guess not." He mumbled sourly, snatching a few crayons from the box.
The little Iero's face returned to his work, as he pursed his lips from time to time, shaking the crayon box, and mumbling under his innocent breath.
The younger Way smirked at Frank's vulnerable little pout and act, as he dropped his crayon. Swift as the wind, Mikey's lips brushed along-side the little Iero's flustered cheeks.
"Because the world is always perfect when I'm beside you, Frankie."
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FIN
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Probably the shortest one shot ever. This is my first one, so it probably didn't go so well. Still though, please tell me how you find it. (:And uh, The title is very ... plain, or something (lack of adjective), because I couldn't think of anything else. :/