I'm so sorry everyone

One day i will have to answer to my sins and i will have to explain this shit

King pushed his closet door closed and looked around his now-tidy room. He ran down the stairs, excited to watch the movie.
"Ronald, did you get it rea- are you okay?" Ronald was sprawled out on the couch, one arm covering his face.
"Yeah..." Ronald moved his arm to look at King and said, "I don't think I can watch the movie after all; I'm really tired."
King frowned, "are you sure you're okay? I won't make fun of you if you need some ibuprofen or something."
"Yeah. I just think we should go to sleep." King furrowed his eyebrows and shut off the TV, but sighed and dropped it. They both walked upstairs and into his room.
"Okay. You obviously aren't feeling well, so you can take the bed."
Ronald rolls his eyes "I said I'm feeling fine! Plus, it's your bed; I'm not taking it from you."
"Fine then. Should we both sleep on the bed so it's fair?" King says it jokingly before he even thinks about what he just said. They weren't kids anymore; he couldn't just suggest sleeping in the same bed. So much has changed. His face heats up as he hurries to take back what he said. "Haha! Kidding!"
Ronald sighs "Fine. Just stay on your side of the bed. I'm going to go get ready for bed." He walks into the bathroom and shuts the door behind him, leaving King bewildered.
King felt as though his heart was trying to escape from his body as he absentmindedly placed his hand over it, feeling the steady thumping. He knows he loves his best friend; he's known this for a few months now, and it eats away at him. The sweetness of being in love and the bitterness of it not being returned seem to naw away at him when he simply looks at the red-headed boy.
Ronald steps out of the bathroom, his clown makeup is gone, a rare but welcome sight for King. "You can change now. Goodnight." He lies down on the far side of the bed, facing the wall.
"Goodnight. If something is wrong, you can tell me." Ronald doesn't respond. King sighs and changes into pajamas before hesitantly laying next to Ronald on the bed. King turns his head to look over at the other boy. Ronald is laying as close to the bed's edge as he can without falling off, and he's still facing the wall.
"Ronald, that can't be comfortable." no response. "Ronald... Ronald!"
"What?" Ronald slides his headphones off of his head.
"Sorry, I didn't see your headphones. Sitting so close to the edge of the bed can't be comfortable."
Ronald turns back towards the wall. "I'm comfortable enough." He slides his headphones back on.
King stares at the ceiling for a while, not wanting to check his phone in fear of the light from the screen disturbing Ronald. He looks over at the boy again; he's still lying in the same position, steadily breathing.
"Ronald... are you awake?" He waits for a response and gets none. "I'm going to continue talking; you're either listening to music or asleep. I just need to get this off my chest."
He sighs and looks over again. "I'm a selfish person when it comes to you. I agreed to the fake dating because I missed how much time we spent together when we were little. I missed you." He bites the inside of his cheek and continues talking. "I love you. And I'm so sorry about it... I accepted this offer so I could get closer to you again. It was just a crush, but I found myself falling deeper and deeper in love with you. I'm not worthy of being your friend, and I'm certainly not worthy of being in love with you." He sighs
"...what." King's blood runs cold as he turns to face Ronald, who is no longer facing the wall and instead is making direct eye contact with him.
"Sorry! I was rehearsing my lines for something. Did I nail it? I bet I did."
"Where in your lines does it say that?" King doesn't answer. "Those weren't scripted, were they?"
King turns away, unable to find the courage within himself to face Ronald. "No. No, they weren't scripted. I'm sorry, I'll sleep on the couch so you won't be uncomfortable." King starts to get up before he's stopped by a hand lightly gripping his arm.
"Wait. You never heard my response." He motions for King to sit back down, and King sits down facing Ronald.
"What are you just going to do? "Let me down easy?" King rolls his eyes and is about to crack another joke before he's tackled into a hug.
"I'm selfish too..." Ronald's voice is barely a whisper: "I lied when I said you were my last hope to fake date me. I asked you first."
"Really?" King wants to wrap his arms around him as well, but he feels frozen in place, as though his arms are filled with lead. He simply sits there dumbly, the boy he's been in love with holding him tightly.
"So... I love you too."
King finds himself unable to speak. He simply sits there, trying to grasp the words floating around in his skull. "You should kiss me." He nearly clasps his hand over his stupid mouth.
Ronald laughs at this "Wow, when I imagined this, I always imagined you to be a lot more suave."
King raises an eyebrow "oh? So you've imagined this?"
"Now that's more of what I was expecting." Ronald rolls his eyes and laughs. "Did you mean it, though?"
"Yeah. You should totally do it if you want."
Ronald leans in and closes the gap between them. It was a simple peck, but it meant the world to King. "How was that?"
"I don't know; maybe we should try again so I can get more of a feel for it."
Ronald laughs, "You're lucky I like you."
"Yeah, you're right. I am lucky you like me." Ronald rolls his eyes and pecks him on the lips again.