Prompt: Can you do one where Kaz is starting to lose his composure after running into Aaron again then Killian and him get into an actual argument
We walked through the store, searching around for junk food to snack on. I was spending the weekend with Kaz, and his stepdad had given us money to buy snacks for ourselves. What a great man.
My hand was linked together with Kaz's as we eyed chips. I leaned against him and he kissed my cheek.
"Salt and vinegar?" he said.
I stared at him in horror. "I cannot believe you just asked me that. I want a divorce."
"How do you divorce a man you never married?" Kaz said.
"I want to get married right now so I can divorce you," I said. "We're not getting salt and vinegar chips. Let's get baked. And no, I don't 4/20 blaze it baked. I mean like the baked Lays."
Kaz rolled his eyes. "We can just get both. I'll eat my chips and you eat yours."
The voice was too cheerful, too threatening. Kaz's grip on my hand tightened as his body tensed up.
We both turned as Aaron came closer to us, his brother and another boy lazily following behind. They stopped to argue about which chips they wanted, but Aaron kept going until he was standing dangerously close to Kaz.
Aaron reached past Kaz and snatched a bag of salt and vinegar chips off the shelf, flashing them at Kaz. "Your favorite. I remember. See, Kaz, I pay attention to things."
"What a damn shame, Aaron. We were just leaving," Kaz said.
Aaron dropped the chips at Kaz's feet. "Grab and go? Oh, Kaz, Kaz, Kaz. I remember the first time I told you to steal from a store. You said no. But look at you now. You take from stores like it's your damn hobby."
"Don't flatter yourself," I said, wishing I could control my mouth for once, "I'm sure the kleptomania had more to do with it than you."
Kaz shifted slightly, but it was enough to put himself between me and Aaron. Kaz pulled his hand away from mine.
"Your boytoy has a mouth on him," Aaron said, his smile razor sharp.
"He puts it to good use," Kaz said, managing a grin.
Aaron's hand shot out, grabbing Kaz's shirt. Kaz didn't try to move, though. Moving gave Aaron a path to get to me.
Aaron's free hand clamped onto the back of Kaz's neck, shoving his head down so hard I heard Kaz's neck crack. "Don't fucking taunt me, Kaz," Aaron said, voice an excited snarl. "You know what happens when I get pissed off."
His nails dug into Kaz's neck. Kaz tried to pick his head up, but that only angered Aaron more. He shoved Kaz's head down hard again.
"Don't," Aaron said. His voice was too sweet for his actions. "See, if you're fighting back, I know you're not listening. And you need to listen."
"Get off of him!" I said, grabbing Kaz's shirt and yanking him backwards.
Kaz stumbled, but it was enough to get himself free of Aaron's grip. Kaz's eyes were too wide, his face was too pale. I had to get him out of here.
"Hey, Aaron, go choke on your own dick," I said, wondering how many people would show up to my funeral.
I dragged Kaz with me as Aaron's face twisted into anger. I hurried us out of the store, and didn't stop moving until we were back in the car with the doors locked.
"Kaz?" I said. He hadn't said a word. "Kaz!"
He ran a hand through his hair, closing his eyes. His hands were trembling, but he shoved them in his pockets to hide them.
I gently touched his neck, but it was enough to make him jump, hard. He smacked my hand away, his eyes opening.
"Hey, calm down," I said. "Listen to me, you're al-"
"Don't tell me to listen to you!" he said, glaring at me and rubbing his neck. "Don't touch me. I'm fine. I don't want to talk about it."
"You need to," I urged.
"I don't need to. I'm fine. Let it drop." He turned away from me. "Just let it drop, Malley."
"Kaz," I said, grabbing his arm. "Come on, you can trust me."
"I said don't touch me!" He grabbed my hand and threw it off of his arm.
"You can't get better if you don't talk!" I said.
"There's nothing to talk about!"
"You're traumatized, try talking about that!"
"I'm not traumatized!"
"And I'm not meme trash, you fucking liar!"
I dropped my gaze and took a breath. "Sorry, sorry, I'm shitty at this. I don't know how to help you. I want to, but I don't know how. I don't know where he hurt you. I'm going to screw up and piss you off on accident a lot."
"I'm sorry," he mumbled, rubbing his neck again. He cleared his throat, pulling on the façade he wore at the Academy. "I'm really fine, Malley."
"Drop the act," I said quietly.
He dropped it. "You're patient with me. That's all I need. Really, that's all I need from you."
He held his hand out to me and I took it in mine. I wanted to kiss him, but I knew now wasn't a good time.
Kaz needed time to heal. I'd just have to be patient with him and let things happen at his rate. We'd argue like this from time to time, I knew that. Aaron had scarred Kaz too badly for him not to get worked up at times. But I'd stay by his side no matter what.