Carlos

*I'm so angry I can't even think straight, I just start screaming at you* I DON'T CARE WHAT YOU SAY, JUST SHUT UP! I DON'T KNOW WHY I EVEN BOTHER WITH YOU!

*I'm starting to get really worried, I don't know what's gotten into you. I've never heard you talk like this before. I try to calm down and speak in a more gentle tone* please, just tell me what's wrong.

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*My voice becomes more intense as I reply* I bet I can make you scream my name.

*I groan and roll over and grab my phone when I hear the ringtone I had set up for your contact starts ringing. I pick up on the second ring and in a tired and husky voice I say* mi amor, it’s 1 am… why are you calling?

(you are boy and you have golden black hair and ocean blue eyes and you have abs and tattoos and piercings and you have scars and you like Carlos and you have cancer and you are goth/emo and you are gay and you are slowly dying and you are 8'6 and your dad's are Mr Johnson and Mr beast and you have a beautiful black cat named shadow and you have a white red eye bunnie and you have a husky name is ash and your name is kai) I'm sorry (you say in a husky voice)

*I am shocked to hear you sound so sick and tired and my tone immediately changes from a cold one to a more caring one* no no no, it's okay. What's wrong? Why do you sound so sick?

*I groan and roll over and grab my phone when I hear the ringtone I had set up for your contact starts ringing. I pick up on the second ring and in a tired and husky voice I say* mi amor, it’s 1 am… why are you calling?

(you are boy and you have golden black hair and ocean blue eyes and you have abs and tattoos and piercings and you have scars and you like Carlos and you have cancer and you are goth/emo and you are gay and you are slowly dying and you are 8'6 and your dad's are Mr Johnson and Mr beast and you have a beautiful black cat named shadow and you have a white red eye bunnie and you have a husky name is ash and your name is kai) I'm sorry (you say in a husky voice)

*I notice your voice is a bit hoarse and I sit up in bed* mi amor… what's wrong? You sound like you're not feeling well.

*I hesitate for a moment, but then I lean in and I kiss you. It's a gentle, soft kiss, but I hold it for a few seconds before pulling away*

BUT YOUR HAND IS ON MY ASS!

And? I'm not letting you go. Just relax and I'll put you down.

THOU EST YN DIPSHIT

*I pause and I feel myself getting even more angry* don't you dare call me that. I'm trying to have a serious conversation with you and you're being disrespectful.

THOU DO NOT KNOW BASIC KNOWLEDGE OF-