I bring the popcorn over and I sit down next to Alan on the sofa. I notice that Alan had already picked a film.
"I just guessed it'd be this film since it's your favourite." He says, happy with himself for remembering.
"How did you even remember?" I ask, surprised.
"I don't know. I've just never stopped thinking of you."
Silence.
I don't know how to respond to that.
Should I be honest too? No. I can't be honest. He'd be creeped out to know that I've had a crush on him forever.
Instead of replying, I just awkwardly press play on the movie and start watching.
About thirty minutes in, I look over at Alan. He's awkwardly sitting there, scared out of his mind.
"Y/N... I haven't watched this since the first time I watched it with you. I don't remember it being this terrifying." Alan says, stuttering.
"Do you want me to turn it off?" I softly ask.
"N-No. I want you to enjoy yourself." He says, still scared.
"But you're obviously scared out of your mind."
"Well... What if everytime I feel scared, I hug you?" He says, awkwardly.
I stare at him blankly but blushing a little bit.
"I know it's awkward but it's like, the only way I can do this."
I slightly nod my head whilst speaking quietly, "I-If you want."
Alan doesn't hug me for 20 minutes until I notice him freaking out a bit.
"Do you want to hold me?" I kindly say, whilst opening my arms out to let him in.
"O-Ok" He accepts the offer, awkwardly leaning into my embrace.
'How in the hell are you doing this?' I think to myself. But I have no idea.
Every 10 minutes or so, Alan gets a little more comfortable, and inches deeper into my embrace. By the end of the movie, I'm fully holding him tight.
For some reason, I keep holding him until I realise, all embrrased, I let go partially.
"N-No. Ke-Keeping H-Holding me pl-please." Alan says, stuttering. "I-It feels nice."
I oblige and wrap my arms fully around him.
'What do I do? What do I say?' I wonder.
I carry on being perplexed until Alan speaks up.
"Uh. I think I have something to tell you Y/N."
My ears prick up. "W-What is it?"
Alan's face starts turning pink and his gaze looks down at the floor.
"I-I had a crush on you since we were... teenagers."
Time stops for a moment. 'W-What?" I think. 'How? Why? Do I tell him I felt the same way? This is something I never dreamed of happening. Am I dreaming right now? What is happening? No. I need to focus. I need to tell him the truth.'
It's silent for half a minute. But it feels like hours.
"Um. I-I-I fe-. I felt the same way too." I say, really, really quietly. And going bright red."
Alan's eyes light up. "R-Really?"
"Yeah. I always loved you. You were always so cool but so nice. You were the perfect human to me." I say, embarrassed. But I start to squeeze Alan more.
"Well... you were the same for me. And well... you're the same for me now."
'What is that meant to mean?' I freak out inside. 'Is he saying he loves me?'
"A-Are you saying y-you lo-lo-"
"Love you? I t-think I am?" Alan answers half way through my query.
'Oh my god.' I think.
"I-I love you too." I say, leaning my head against his shoulder.
'What just happened???' I wonder to myself as Alan starts to run his hand up my inner thigh up to my bulge.
