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Together

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My feelings blossomed into a spiral of love and affection as the words left the blondes mouth,

"I like you too, Nick"

His voice is like a million fireworks exploding at the same time, just for me. My chest feels warm and light, the weight of my crush finally lifting off me and allowing me to release the deep breathe I didnt realise I was holding.

He smiles a dopey smile and reaches his hand out to my cheek, placing a small kiss on my forehead and then my nose.

"You have no idea how long I've been waiting to say that" he whispers in my ears, a gust of wind flows past us in the night and I shudder.

"You have no idea how amazing I feel that you got to say those words" I whisper back.

He chuckles a deep, throaty chuckle and kisses my ear before pulling away to trace my jawline with his eyes.

We stare dumbly at eachother in the forest with grins plastered over our faces, his green hoodie moving in the wind and my bare arms getting cold.

Dreams hand remains on my left cheek as I reach my right hand to rub up and down my left arm shyly, feeling the bumps from the deep, healed scars.

I remember the night me and Dream shared together after being one year clean, he bought me a cake that said 'Happy one year, my special person'. There was a note left in the box from the seller who got confused, thinking we were in a relationship. We laughed at it all night long as we celebrated together, reading it over and over again as Clay compiled with their instructions;

'One year is a long time, make sure to give her alot of kisses!'

Dream had peppered me in cheek kisses the whole night and even snuck in a few neck kisses before settling with one on my lips by accident. I went red because I was embarrassed he apologised so fast, not because I wasnt happy about it.

He left after that, we didnt talk for a week until I went back into school and we started up friendly conversation again.

I kept that note, I have it in a small glass jar.

Witchcraft fascinates me, I dont believe in it but I like the idea of it. I also like the pretty crystals that I collect. I give loads to Dream and he keeps them in a special drawer in his desk.

I dont practice witchcraft, I'm scared I'll ruin someones life by accident so I just keep positive crystals.

I made Clay a raw crystal necklace a few months ago out of twine and prehnite, he hasn't taken it off yet.

I watch this necklace now, his hand slipping away from my face and to my scarred hand, taking it and smiling at me.

"We should go now, it's very late"

"Can we go back to yours together?" I ask, my voice breaking pathetically as I try to whisper it.

He blushes and nods,"of course we can"

The walk back to our skateboards is filled with comfortable silence, both of us just enjoying the presence of the other.
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As we enter his small room hand in hand, my eyes dart over to his drawer where I see is laptop open on a google search, alongside his crystal drawer open.

I've been hinting that I like Clay for a while now, giving him rose quartz and even texting him with hearts but I don't think he's picked up on any of those.

We lay down next to each other in the bed and stare up at the vine decorated ceiling.

I notice Clay moving beside me as he turns to stare at me.

I slowly move my head to watch him smile and mutter before reaching out with his hand to pull me into his grasp, my face pressed comfortablely in his chest in a way that makes me feel like his words were true.

"You're pretty"

Clay knows I prefer feminine compliments, it's nice to see he's using them, his words going straight to my head and giving me a rush of euphoria before they lay flat in my brain again.
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