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fourteen

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you had no idea why childe offered to drive you to scaramouche's house, but he claimed he was nearby so you just accepted.

so here you are, sitting in the passenger seat of his really expensive car. you weren't surprised childe out of all people had a car this expensive, he was really rich after all.

"so you said you found my location on snap map."

"yeah!"

you awkwardly smiled and shrugged your shoulders. "uh, okay." you said as you looked out of the window, holding your backpack close to your chest. "i didn't even know you use snapchat, you stopped sending streaks."

the ginger hummed in response as he took a sharp left, "oh, i think i accidentally removed you from my streaks shortcut or something."

"wow, okay..."

he awkwardly chuckled, "it's nothing personal, you know!"

today was scara's birthday, aka the day of the little surprise party thing you planned. you wouldn't really call it a party- just a small celebration with scara's close friends, his mother, and miko.

you were a little nervous about the stuffed cookie you made him, because, in the end, you decided to sew in a messy and sloppy "i love you" at the back of it, after you asked him about it two days ago.

childe told you that ei had send scaramouche earlier to buy some groceries, so that the others could have more time to prepare the house.

"you know, signora and i made him the birthday cake," childe spoke proudly, a confident grin forming on his face, "our baking skills are actually great! well, mine at least. signora did the decorating."

looking at him from the corner of your eyes, a smile made its way on your face, "we aren't getting food poisoning, are we?"

"no way!" he exclaimed, "scara actually likes my food. i mean, he doesn't say he likes it, but it's pretty obvious."

you shrugged. "sounds like typical kuni to me."

after a few minutes of driving and having short, stupid conversations with childe, you two finally arrived at scaramouche's house, and childe parked the car near the house.

you two exited the car and made your way to the porch, still thinking about scaramouche's reaction to the gift you made him.

"(y/n)!" childe snapped you out of your thoughts, and you hummed in response as the two of you stood in front of the door. "sooo, about our conversation a few days ago, are you gonna tell scaramouche about it?" he asked, raising an eyebrow.

you took a few moments to think, your eyebrows knit together. did you want to tell him you like him? well, you knew you do, but what you were afraid of was the chance of getting rejected. and, well, you don't think you'd handle it well.

"i think today could be perfect to tell scara-" childe told you with a smile, until he was interrupted by the very person he was talking about.

"tell me what?"

you both jumped in surprise and quickly turned around, facing the dark-haired boy. taking a quick glance at childe, you saw him type fast on his phone, then he put it away.