|Michael x Ennard| A Mennard Fancic Short Story| Gay |

Confession

It was an ordinary day. I was chilling with my family, we were all doing our own things. Suddenly, Ennard stumbled into the room. Peering behind the bright gaze of my phone, I noticed he was being pushed by Nightmare. I never really liked Nightmare, since he had toremented my poor, young brother for years on end. And I realize I did the same, so I try to pity Nightmare. I guess we both just don't communicate much. Anyways, Ennard was sort of walking towards me. I really wondered what they were doing. Now everybody was staring at us, especially me. I started to sweat and my hands got clammy, my ears straining when Ennard's mouth started to move. He said something I'd never forget.
"M-Michael." Ennard stammered, revealing a harsh amount of blush on his face.
"En?" I asked, "What's wrong? You're completely red. Is everything okay?"
He was even more flustered, but replied with, "You know...we've been..friends for a long time right?"
Now I was getting a bit confused on what he was going to say. I cared about him a lot, and I know he did too. For a long time I wished we were..more. Yet I never forced myself to ask, to choke out a sentence that changed everything. Soon my thoughts were cut out by what he said next.
"W-Well," he stuttered once again, clearly neverous, "C-Can we uhm..."
He cut off his words. Looking me deep in my eyes. I knew he was embarrassed from the eyes pinned on us.
"I-I want to be more than friends!" he choked out, his actions nothing like I'd ever seen before. "Michael," he stopped. "I love you."
My eyes drifted slowly around the room, everyones faces either filled with joy or a jaw wired shut, watching our every move silently. The only person that did that was my father, William. I understood from some time he didn't like Ennard. I wonder why he doesn't like him.
My eyes then forced them straight back to Ennard, conjoining our glances. I could see regret forming by the expression on his face. Eye brows narrrowing to the floor, extremely disappointed in himself. I knew the last word spoken in the room was roughly a minute ago, which meant I hadn't said anything. He stared at me, his shame growing worse by every second.
My legs then started to move by themselves, abnormally moving me into a standing position. I understood what I had to do, what I needed to accomplish. I couldn't let Ennard stand there by himself, feeling unwanted. Looking back this part was very awkward compared to now, so is the way I'm writing it. I had never been good at writing, yet reading Ennard's narratives baffled me to the core. He was good at novel writing.
I formed my arms around him, sealing our bodies together.
"I wish I could have told you the same sooner." I cried. "I never thought you'd feel the same."
His expression changed completley. Now surprise formed, swatting off an sign he was ever worried. His mouth hung open.
I leaned in, quickly kissing him. Our lips locked, performing a perfect scene of love. My eyes closed shut during the kiss, which didn't last too long for us to do anything bad. I could tell everyone in the room was shocked and amazed at the same time. I wasn't expecting this would ever happen infront of my family,  yet I'm not going to complain.

December 27, 2020.
( Current Small Youtube Channel Name: Broadcasted Live)