A Match Made in Hell

11

"Slow the fuck down, I'm tired." He complained, placing his hands onto his knees as he gasps for air.

"You're going to be alright," I scoffed as I dragged him up the hill, holding onto his wrists tightly. He hasn't shut up for a single second ever since we arrived.

It was already dark outside, it was almost 9. The sky had faded into a really dark blue before we had realized. "Why are we even out this late,?" He asks impatiently.

I furrowed my eyebrows, "it's not even that late. Plus, it's not going to do you any harm. You just get to spend time with me."

"I have to walk a very long way." He almost starts to cry, I chuckle at him. "How is that not doing me any harm?"

I scoffed, god, he was a blabbermouth. "Just some exercise. You clearly never go outside, you need this for your health.

He freezes and puts his hands on his hips, looking at me, offended. "I know you did not just call me lazy." He gasps for air in exhaustion.

"I'm just telling you that you should go outside more. I mean, everybody can do this. It's easy if you do it often."

"God, you're mean." He chuckles.

I laugh at him and run to catch up, picking him up from the back and spinning his around.

"What the fuck, nick!" He exclaims loudly.

"If I'm being mean, atleast allow me to repay you for being 'mean'" I wrap my arms around him, swinging him around playfully.

I spin him around and bury my face in his back, I can feel my face turning red because of the wide smile on my face. It's raining a little bit and the grass is wet when we get to the top. I put him back on his feet but before he can pant for air I pick him up from the front this time.

He squeals like a little chipmunk as I spin him around. I laugh and he wraps his legs around my waist.

"Oh my god-" I suddenly trip as my heel hits a rock from behind me. "NICK!" he yells as He falls on top of me and we roll in the mud.

I let my arms rest beside me and close my eyes. The raindrops hit my face yet that huge smiles doesn't fade away in the slightest.

"You're such an asshole." He laughs and rolls over lazily, turning away from me. I was mean?

He squeals when I hold onto his shoulder tightly, turning him around again so that he's facing me, and I'm looking directly into his eyes. He starts to laugh.

I laugh with him, laying on my side so that I can get a perfect view of the boy's face.

I sit up and so does he. His blue eyes stare right into mine as he holds my face in his hands, our foreheads resting against eachother.

"You mean a lot to me, you know that, right?" He whispers hesitantly, his doe eyes going from my eyes to my lips, he bites down on his own.

"I do know now." I tilt my head to the side, smiling wide. "You're so precious to me, I think you're the closest thing I've ever had to a lover."

He blushes, looking down at the grass on the ground as the rain keeps pouring on us, the fog making it impossible for us to see the view beneath us.

But I've already got a perfect view of him. I didn't need anything else, he was the only thing I wanted.

"I feel safe with you." He mutters under his breath, swallowing the lump in his throat. "And I'm so sorry for everyth—"

My hand slaps against the back of his neck, immediately pulling him to me and smashing his lips against mine.