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Jacob Ravenson led a relatively good life. That is, except for the crimes. He was a regular shoplifter, even though his mother was a famous model and his at-home life was amazing. Jacob had never been caught. His sister, Chloe, sometimes helped him. That never went well.
Anyways, once, while robbing a comic store (don't judge), Jacob ended up running into an adorably defiant boy, who wanted to follow Jacob.
"Hey! Hey, wait up!" The boy shouted. He ran after Jacob, but couldn't really keep up very well. But he kept up nonetheless.
Jacob turned into an alley. It was a deadend. But at the end of the alley there was... a mirror? He was about to keep running when he felt someone grab his wrist.
"I said wait, asshole!" It was the boy.
"Get the fuck off of me!" The (dorky) robber shook off the boy's hand and ran straight towards the mirror. At the last moment, he disappeared into it, leaving a trail of goldish smoke and traces of the scent of clementines.
"What the hell--?" The boy walked up to the mirror and touched it, but nothing happened. He bent over and picked up a comic that Jacob had dropped. It was The Amazing Spiderman.
"Why did he steal this.." His voice trailed off. Suddenly, a hand ripped through the mirror, grabbed the boy's wrist, and yanked him through. He tried to scream, but another hand clamped over his mouth.
"Shut up! I'm not gonna hurt you." It was Jacob.
The boy shook him off. "What the hell was that? Who are you? How did you pull me through a fucking mirror? Where are we?"
"We're, uh, at my apartment. I used auric magic to pull you and myself through that mirror. I was able to do that because the ley lines--basically magic highways--meet there, and end up here. Why am I telling you all of this."
"Because you, for some reason, trust me. Nice place you got here. I'm Edwin, by the way. But you can call me Ed." Ed sat down on a nearby couch.
"And you seem to trust me. I pretty much just kidnapped you, and you're lounging around on MY couch. And I'm Jacob. Call me Jake."
"Nice to meet you, Jacob. Of all things, why were you stealing comic books?"
Jake shrugged. "I got bored. And I didn't feel like paying."
"Why not?"
"Didn't want to. Stay here." Jake left the room for a few minutes.
"M'kay." Edwin couldn't help but stare at Jake's butt as he walked away. Goddamn, that butt is beautiful, he thought, and smirked a little.
"Y'know, I can tell you were staring at my ass." Jake walked back in.
"Oh really?"
"Mm-hm. But judging by the look on your face, you like what you're seeing, don't you, Edwin?"
Ed glared at Jake, blushing. "Shut up."
"You're the one staring at my ass."
"Question: can I kiss you?"
Jake's cheeks, ears, and neck turned bright red. "W-what?"
Edwin's face was now also bright red. "You heard me."
"Dude, we just met, not happening."
"You know you want me to."
"All I know is your name. I don't go around kissing people I barely know."
Edwin stood up, walked over to Jacob, grabbed his shirt, and kissed him. He smirked a little as Jake leaned into it, and the taller boy's hands suddenly took on a mind of their own and found their way to Ed's waist. They stood like this until one of them finally broke the kiss. It was Ed. Of course.
He wrote his number down on a piece of paper and handed it to Jake. "Call me."
Jake was too nervous and dumbfounded to speak, so he just nodded and took the piece of paper. "R-right.."
"Where's the door?"
"Leaving already?" Jacob smirked a little.
"Yes."
"It's down that hall, to the left." He pointed to the hall.
"I'll talk to you later, then," said Ed as he walked away, swinging his hips. He felt Jake staring at his ass as he left.
"What the fuck just happened," Jake mumbled as he walked to his room. He faceplanted on the bed and groaned into his pillow, now questioning life. After about an hour of thinking, Jacob finally drifted off into a dreamless sleep.