Dylan paced back and forth in the room, rubbing his temples. Markus was just staring at him with his cocky, devious little looks. He hated it. He hated how the light from the window made him look like an actual angel. He hated how that made his heart skip a beat. Wait- what? Why was he thinking that? Was he falling in love with his enemy? What?! At worst it was a crush. What?!? Shit he was spacing out, did Markus say something.

He suddenly noticed Markus had stood up and was standing next to him, his arms crossed. Dylan gave him a confused look before he stopped pacing, his expression cringing as his neck craned up a little bit to look up to them.

“What?”

He said in a low, annoyed growl. Markus just laughed and flicked Dylan’s nose.

“Knew you weren’t listening”

Markus chuckled softly, before grabbing Dylan’s arm and dragging them out of their room. Dylan flinched, but since he wasn’t exactly strong, it wasn’t like he could wrestle his arm away from Markus.

“Huh? Why are we going back down? I wasn’t finished berating you!”

Dylan exclaimed dramatically, earning a small laugh from Markus.

“Your mother said breakfast was ready. She said she specifically made you your favorite; yogurt parfait and a peach green tea”

Dylan tilted his head slightly, still hating the fact Markus was dragging him around. Then again...he was hungry...so...fine! You win this time, Markus! Dylan rolled his eyes and blew his hair out of his face, grumbling about something under his breath.

They both walked into the kitchen and sat back down at the table, the food already neatly placed down. Dylan’s meal was exactly as previously mentioned, while Markus and Dylan’s mother had eggs, bacon, and toast with butter. Dylan’s mom sat back down at the table as well, a cup of coffee held in her hand as she took a sip before putting it down.

She was an incredibly tall woman, contrary to Dylan. She was around 6’4, with curly dirty blonde hair and bright green eyes. She had soft, rounded features, and was actually quite thick and had a few curves. Based on body type, Dylan was obviously more like his father. His mom was a total milf, in all honesty. She have Markus a warm smile, before speaking in a gentle, quiet tone.

“I’m so glad Dylan’s been making friends recently, you two seem very close as well. Aren’t you new to Deri Holl, Markus?”

She asked, before taking another sip of her coffee. Dylan begrudgingly ate his food, trying to contain the little bundles of joy every spoonful of the parfait gave him. Markus simply laughed and nodded.

“Yes. My family moved her because of the scenery down in the town. It’s really a shame we live in the neighborhood nearer to the school rather than this one. Then again, I have a big family so um...I’m not sure we’d be able to fit in one of these normal sized homes”

He teased, before taking a bite from his food. Dylan huffed a bit. He didn’t like that his mom was getting along with his arch nemesis. It made his chest feel strangely lighter. It was weird!! He wanted it to go away, stupid chest helium.

“So Markus, can you tell me, has Dylan had his eyes on anyone recently? Like a girlfriend or boyfriend?”

She just jumped straight to the point, since Dylan’s mom loved gossip on her little baby boy. Dylan immediately choked as she said that, coughing profusely before managing to swallow it down. Markus was doing a better job containing his laughter, but Dylan’s mother seemed to not be able to control her little giggle fit.

“Mom!- what— I mean- no! I don’t even- why would you??...Ugh!”

He whined, leaning back in his chair and covering his face in embarrassment. He let out a heavy, whining sigh before Markus proceeded to answer for him.

“In all honesty, ma’am, it seems he’s starting to develop a crush on me”

“WWWWHHAT?”

Dylan’s head snapped forward, giving Markus a shocked, completely flustered look. Dylan’s mom was just enjoying the drama, grinning as she sipped her coffee and watched this like it was some sort of reality tv show.

“I am NOT! No no no no no!! YOU are my arch nemesis, and my goal is to be better than you! Nothing more! No! Why would you even suggest that?!”

“Hmmm...pretty sus. You seem quite infatuated with me, after all”

Markus plastered on his infamous cocky grin, which made Dylan want to flip the table on him. He growled, gritting his teeth before standing up and marching off to his room in irritation.

“So yeah, we’re basically dating by now ma’am. I was hoping to ask you if it’s okay for me to ask for his hand in marriage”

Dylan heard Markus joke as he left the kitchen. His mother couldn’t help but laugh, but this was only fueling his rage even further towards Markus. I guess you could say he was pretty nuts for him. I mean, he couldn’t take his mind off them. They were in the midst of a passionate affair. A rivalry affair, of course. Why, what were you thinking? It isn’t like this is some homosexual romance story, after all.