I Like You, Let's Get Married!

Chapter 13

After what happened at Ennard's flat frustrated Michael, actually. Between nervous, embarrassed, and confused. Without even discussing it they agreed in silence not to talk about it, and that seemed to keep Michael ignorant of his current relationship with Ennard. Are they still just friends or more?

Michael didn't know, really. Ennard didn't say anything to him either.

It felt as if he had just been hanged.

The eldest Afton let out a tired sigh, tossed an empty soda can into the trash before walking back into the art classroom with a canvas.

He firmly believed bumping into people was probably one of his skills.

"Ouch," Michael grimaced softly, rubbing his forehead which was a little sore from accidentally tripping over someone's sturdy back from behind. Michael looked down only to find his canvas already on the floor—fallen. Then Michael looked at who he hit—Michael winced on the spot.

The black-haired man in front of him squinted at him intently as if scanning him closely from top to bottom. "Are you an art student?"

"Y-yes." Michael's voice stuttered, he was trembling a bit.

"Oh. Don't be late for class."

There was no goodbye after the man said that, Michael held his breath for a moment until the man turned into the right alley and completely disappeared from view, then Michael breathed a sigh of relief.

Although a tap on his shoulder made him almost scream in surprise.

"Ennard!" Michael said in disbelief looking at Ennard who was standing behind him with a guilty smile for having surprised him.

"What happened?" asked Ennard confusedly, picking up Michael's canvas that was still on the floor to give to Michael.

Michael sighed. "Nothing." His blue eyes glanced in the direction the man had walked away from for a moment, then rolled over to Ennard in front of him. Michael put on a smile, but his gestures showed that he was nervous.

Regarding that kiss, now what?

"Uhm, Enn?"

"Yeah?" Ennard replied, tilting his head at Michael. "Oh are you heading to class now? I'll accompany you," said Ennard hastily to continue his reply before Michael could speak.

"Thanks," replied little Michael, grinning briefly at Ennard as they began to walk together.

It was undeniable that Michael wanted to quickly talk about what had happened at Ennard's house—they were just kissing, don't think about anything else!

However, it felt very awkward to start the topic, too to the point. Ennard could be annoyed, but Ennard started it first so there's no way Ennard would feel that way, right? They both ended up being complacent. Michael groaned indignantly, hard to decide. This is very worrying. He wondered if Ennard was thinking the same thing.

Judging from the serious face that Ennard had on, as well as the faintly furrowed brow, it seemed true that they were thinking the same thing at the moment but were reluctant to speak first.

Michael sighed tiredly, maybe they could talk about it some other time.

"Do you have class today?" Michael decided to open the topic first, not wanting to linger in the silence. He chose to ask questions that had nothing to do with kissing.

"Yes, but later," Ennard replied, shrugging his shoulders nonchalantly. "How about you?"

"This is my last class for today."

"I see."

"Mhm."

Conversation ends.

They came back in an awkward state.