Ronald hasn't been at Undertaker's place for 10 years, he just turned 16. As the years passed Undertaker simply had been doing his job, but smiled less than he did before, barely ever asked for a joke and such.
Undertaker looked up when he heard a soft knock on the door. He was cleaning his desk, now that it wasn't filled with jars with cookies anymore he had to clean the desk instead of the jars.
"Come on in, the door is opened," he said.
Slowly the door got pulled open. Undertaker didn't look at the door and continued cleaning instead. A teenage boy leaned against the pole, smiling as soon as he saw Undertaker wiping dust from the desk and lifting his fringe to wipe away a bit of sweat. "It's been a while, oldie," he said with a wide smirk. "I'd rather not be called an o—" The elder didn't finish his sentence when he saw who exactly he was talking to. He lifted his fringe again, just to make sure he wasn't seeing things. "R-Ronald..?" He recognized the boy right away. "It's still Ronnie for you," Ronald said and walked further into the shop. Undertaker dropped his cloth, walked towards the teenager and wrapped his arms around him.
"Did ya miss me?" He asked with a smile and also wrapped his arms around the other. Their heights were pretty much the same now, Undertaker was only slightly taller. "I sure did, Ronnie. I sure did," Undertaker replied and let go of Ronald again. "I missed your cookies, do you still have them?" Ronald asked, lifting an eyebrow. Undertaker slowly shook his head. "No, I don't. I missed you too much to bake new ones," he muttered with a soft blush. Ronald chuckled. "I didn't know you got so weak, but I guess that happens when people get old like you," he teased. He sat down on top of one of the coffins and looked around, noticing it hadn't changed a bit after the ten years he hadn't been here. He felt his heart beat in his chest, he felt like he just came home again. Slowly he walked his fingers along the wood of the coffin he was sitting on, smiling happily.
"Still into apple juice, or do you want another drink?" Undertaker asked as he walked to the cabinet with drinks and beakers. He took two beakers and filled one with apple juice for himself. "Apple juice? Did I drink that stuff?" Ronald grinned and shook his head. "No, I prefer something stronger, just give me something you think I'll like, I don't care at all," he answered. Undertaker nodded as he filled one of the beakers with whiskey. He walked to Ronald, handed him the beaker with whiskey and sat down next to him with his apple juice. Since Ronald had left he had been drinking a lot of apple juice and he still did and enjoyed it. "Cheers, oldie," Ronald said smiling while lifting his beaker and taking some sips. "Cheers," Undertaker said, doing the same.
"So… Do you have a girlfriend or anything?" Undertaker asked curiously. The young reaper grinned. "Got another one every night," he smirked. He finished his drink and put the beaker down on the floor. The elder said nothing at all. Another one every night… Was he being serious? Did he become a cheater like that? He was only sixteen and he had another girl every night, he seemed to drink quite a lot and didn't seem to be ashamed of it at all. He didn't expect Ronald to become that kind of boy. Ronald looked at Undertaker and sighed quietly. "I have to keep myself from thinking from the one I really love. That person doesn't want me anyway," he said quietly while walking his fingers through his blonde and black hair. "Why wouldn't she want you? You look nice, you're a nice boy, what's her problem?" Undertaker asked, not understanding why they wouldn't want a boy like him.
Ronald sighed again, a little louder this time. She, her…It wasn't even a girl and the one he loved was sitting right next to him. He liked Undertaker a lot, he already did when he was a two-year old toddler, not like this but he did. He had to miss him for ten years and William kept telling stories about him, he reminded Ronald of the reaper he had loved his whole life and that one man thought he was in love with a girl and definitely didn't feel the same about him.
"I have to go, William's probably waitin' for me," Ronald said. He didn't want to stay here any longer. He enjoyed being here a lot, but it was just too much right now. He couldn't handle this feeling. The feeling of rejection. He stood up and smiled at Undertaker, who also stood up. "Come by whenever you want to, Ronnie," he said as he hugged him. Ronald nodded. "I will," he said, his voice slightly trembling. He smiled when Undertaker let go and pressed a kiss on his cheek. "I'll probably see ya soon."