Through the Screen

chris left later than abel would have expected, and he didn't really mind, but it was kinda strange laughing in the living room alone with him while noah and adrian were sleeping. it had been only five minutes since abel hugged chris goodbye, and now he was sitting on the dining table, quickly checking his phone for any missed emails or texts.

chris-tmas: thank u for the dinner today!! i hope noah didn't mind? he looked a bit off :/

abeltross: nah he's okay, probs just tired

chris-tmas: if u say so

abeltross: text me when u get home okay?

chris-tmas: ok mum

abeltross: stfu

chris-tmas: okok i'll text u i'm just starting the car now

abeltross: ok bYe

chris-tmas: bYe

after ten minutes abel was walking inside his and noah's bedroom, getting out of his jeans, not bothering to take off his tshirt before he slipped in his side of the bed. he rolled over for a moment to press a kiss against noah's forehead before laying back against the pillows.

his fingers tapped through a few emails as he sorted his phone, setting reminders for a few things before going back to snapchat to check if chris had reached home.

chris didn't live very far away, it was hardly a fifteen minute drive.

abeltross: have ya reached

*chris-tmas sent a snap*

chris-tmas: just reached and its so dark wtf pj is an asshole

is he an asshole

shut all

abeltross: lifhst, same

chris-tmas: shut up

why are

abeltross: idk

are

*abeltross sent a snap*

abeltross: tryna sleep

chris-tmas: u look ugly

abeltross: uH

i only look beautiful for

u

abeltross: stfu

beautiful for me

i'd rather punch

chris-tmas:

but rlly what

beauty is

ok abel the poet (a/n: *screaming

i'll see u

abeltross: k

u pick me up tomorrow pls i don't want to

i'll be there

don't

im punctual excuse

abeltross: stfu bye

how sweet