My Dynamite (frerard/funpoison)

Chapter 15

I get to the warehouse in record time. Usually it takes make me about 20 minutes, but today I made it in 10- I shut off my mind while driving, only focusing on getting to my destination. It was hard, but I'm tired of overthinking and worrying.

I said I'll do it. No backing down now. If I start thinking I'll turn around and go right back to sobbing in my bed.

That is not happening.

I park my bike outside and walk into the old building. Party hasn't arrived yet, so it gives me some time to think things through and get ready.

I walk over to the corner that we 'decorated' a few days ago. Of course, the first thing that catches my eye is their writing that's calling me their only hope. It feels weird but.. kind of nice as well. I stare at it and gently trace it with my fingers. I want to confirm that yes, this is real. I didn't dream this part. It's not fake, it's a reality.

Fuck, I really do hope this goes well.

Staring at the graffiti makes me think about Party as a whole. I know that I really do love them, I wouldn't be who I am without them. It still feels impossible that I'm about to confess... 17 year old me would've never believed I'd get to this.

Does that mean I'm doing the right thing..?

Well that would be nice. I really fucking want to kiss them already. I wonder how it would feel....

No, stop. Bad Ghoul, bad. You're not in a relationship.. yet. Pull yourself together. After all, if this goes well I won't have to guess anymore. I may even get familiar with this.

Wait fuck, I'm doing it again. I'm really hopeless, aren't I.

I am. But am I wrong? Poison is just.. they're amazing. I love them, I want to kiss them already. I need it. Fuck that, I need it like, badly. I want it. I want to pull them close and capture their lips with mine. Hold them close. Kiss them for a long time. Maybe even do other things, like-

Nope, not going there. Too much. Too far.

Thankfully, I'm saved from letting my mind wander further by hearing another bike outside. There's a few seconds of silence before a familiar figure appears in the doorway and moments later I find myself pulled into a tight hug, which I immediately melt into.

They smell so nice.

"Hey Ghoulie," Poison whispers while resting their head on top of mine, "I missed you."

I hold them close, happy to have them next to me. "Hey Party. I missed you too."

They hold me for a few more seconds before pulling away and ruffling my hair. I take a good look at them and notice that their hair is falling free on their face instead of being slicked back like usual. They're not wearing a leather jacket either, but I recognize my hoodie. Their t-shirt looks oversized and has some paint splashes on it and they're wearing regular jeans instead of the usual super skinny ripped ones. Their hands have some paint on them as well.

As a whole, it looks like they got ready in a hurry. There's something messy about their appearance, but it's cute. It feels like I'm seeing a side of them that not many have access to.

It's making my heart do God knows what kind of athletic jumps.

They must've noticed me staring, since their face turns from smiling to slightly confused. "Everything alright?"

"Oh, uh, yeah. It's just... you look adorable."

It may be dark outside, but I notice their blush. "O-oh. Uh- thank you?"

"Don't mention it." I sit down on the floor and look up at them. "Want a smoke?"

"Oh hell yeah." They fall next to me while I light a cigarette and hand it to them. They take it gladly. I light one for myself, too.