"Prom was less than a resounding success." Carson admitted in a flat mumble, his face pinched as he tried to decide why Eric was at his door. While the text he had gotten last minute had been worded nicely enough, even apologetic enough, he still couldn't help but wonder why it was Eric had been so willing to go until he actually had to go. Maybe with the secrets on everyone's backs had been trying, and maybe he had legitimately talked it over with his boyfriend, but it was suspicious to agree and then duck out abruptly.
He didn't really blame him for not wanting to go. He was just irritated as all hell that he'd been led into thinking that he would.
And that he managed to get punched in the face on top of being ditched.
Glancing at the tupperware and pie dish in the shorter boy's hands he couldn't help but absently prod at the swelling under his eye as he chewed his cheek, sorely tempted to just retreat back to the nest he'd made on his couch and continue his day of glaring at the news. "Are you going to a bake sale?" He questioned instead, though he suspected he already knew the answer.
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He didn't really blame him for not wanting to go. He was just irritated as all hell that he'd been led into thinking that he would.
And that he managed to get punched in the face on top of being ditched.
Glancing at the tupperware and pie dish in the shorter boy's hands he couldn't help but absently prod at the swelling under his eye as he chewed his cheek, sorely tempted to just retreat back to the nest he'd made on his couch and continue his day of glaring at the news. "Are you going to a bake sale?" He questioned instead, though he suspected he already knew the answer.