A Date in Exchange
#34.2
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The villan gets through the entire downstairs and is halfway through snooping through the hero’s childhood bedroom when the hero appears in the doorway, looking frankly incensed.
“Where the hell have you been?” they snap, and the suddenness of their voice almost makes the villain jump. The door creaks as it slowly closes behind them. “You’ve been gone for ten minutes– what are you doing?”
The villain holds up a plush elephant in their hand, looking like they’ve won the lottery. “This yours?”
The hero somehow manages to look even more incensed. The villain didn’t know that was possible. “Put that down before I whoop your ass into next week.”
“Awh, you’d whoop my ass in your parent’s house over little Ellie?” They snort amusedly, setting the toy down on the shelf they found it on. “Sweet.”
The room is barely big enough for one person, let alone two, and the hero takes one and a half strides across the room before they’re on their nemesis. The villain yelps as they get shoved back onto the bed, their bag tumbling heavily from their shoulder. It clunks loudly as it lands, and the sound catches the hero’s attention. They’re leaning after it before the villain can stop them, tugging it open to catch a glimpse of their parents' possessions inside.
“Y– you’re stealing?” Their voice is unintentionally raised in horror. “I invited you into my parents’ house and you’re robbing them?”
The villain laughs shortly, though the sound is a little tight with the hero looming over them. “I dunno know what you expected. I’m a villain. I do villain things.”
“I’m going to have your fucking head, [Villain]!”
Another involuntary shriek escapes the villain as the hero tackles them back into the covers. They struggle back against their weight but Jesus they’re heavy. The hero pins them on the mattress, grappling to get a hold of their wrists.
“God, I knew this was a bad idea,” they continue, a little breathless. “You fucking animal.”
A moment to get back at their enemy shines through the confused fog of how they even got here. “Ooh, don’t tell your parents I’m like that.”
The hero lets out a frustrated growl, unlike any sound the villain knew they could make, and they finally get a grip on them, forcing their hands into the pillow above their head with one of their own. The hero leans down towards them, dangerously, uncomfortably in their space.
“I swear I am going to kill you for this, asshole.”
Wow, what a promise. The villain turns away in a vain attempt to hide the blush staining their cheeks, but the hero grabs their chin with their free hand, forcing their eyes to meet. “I don’t think you realise what shit you’ve just gotten yourself into with me.”
It’s getting unbearably hot, trapped between the thick covers and the hero’s body. “Okay, [Hero], you’ve made your point, uh– can this wait? I mean, we–”
The telltale squeak of the door opening interrupts them. “Hey kids, we were just wondering where you–” The hero’s mother only gets the door halfway open before she changes her mind. “Oh, sorry! Don’t mind me, I’ll come back later!”
The hero is up in a second, giving the villain some much needed air. They thought they were about to pass out—for reasons unrelated to their closeness, of course. “No!” they call after her hurriedly. “It’s not what it looks like!”
“Go on,” the villain urges with a grin. “Tell her what was really happening.”
The hero curses under their breath, turning to follow their mother out the door.
The villain sits up with a sigh, grabbing their bag of crimes from the floor and making their great escape through the door. There’s no point sticking around anymore.
-
Making their great escape wasn’t as easy as they thought it would be. The hero’s mother caught them coming down the stairs, and she sat them down with the hero to assure them that there was nothing to be ashamed of, which ironically was possibly the most shameful conversation they’ve ever had. Their father added that it’s normal, and the hero quickly excused themself for the both of them and practically shoved the villain out the front door with no more than a hurried goodbye.
The drive away from the house is seeped in tense silence. The hero’s hands are unnervingly tight against the wheel, and they brake a little too hard at the spot they’re dropping their nemesis off at. They force the villain to empty their bag of any remaining stolen bits before more or less kicking them out. The villain is more than happy to oblige.
“I swear to god you’re dead tomorrow. As far as my parents know you’re a freak and we’re breaking up,” the hero adds before they can swing the door shut on them.
“You keep reminding me.” They pull their bag onto their shoulder. “Thanks for the food and the first hand embarrassment. Flattered you didn’t rat me out.”
“Because ratting you out reflects badly on me. God, you’re just such a–”
The villain slams the door before they can finish, turning on their heel to continue down the street. They’re not too set on hearing the end of that sentence.
The car accelerates harshly behind them, and they gracefully flip it off as the hero honks at them on their way past. They heft their bag higher on their shoulder with a sigh. The hero still owes them for tonight.
(Part 3)
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