Long Lost Love

the blue leaves 🍃

So basically this chapter is ab gus and Willow finding sum similar to weed in the demon world, basically what I called the blue leaves. I didn't know what else to call it. Its also kinda written sloppy, but I didn't feel like fixing it. Anyway enjoy.

Gus Pov
I start coughing and laughing at the same time. Once I catch my breath, I say, "Willow?"

Willow is hanging upside down off my bed. "Gus?" She snorts while laughing, and falls off the bed. "Do you think the blue leaves kicked in yet?" I ask.

"Definitely," she says, right before she falls off the bed. "Aghdhfjs," is what it sounds like as she gets up off the floor. I get up and help her up, then we sit on the bed.

"You know, when I first met you... I thought you were too cool for me," I say, criss crossing my legs. "No, really? I always thought you were too cool for me!" She says. She lays down, flopping on my bed. I lay down next to her and start braiding a little strand of her navy hair. We just sit there like that for the next couple of minutes. Then Willow starts laughing manically. At first I think she remembered something funny, but then she starts laughing like she's going crazy. She sits up and she stops laughing and looks at me.

She points at me and says, "I KNOW YOUR TICKLISH SPOTS!!" then she starts tickling behind my knee and on my neck. I start giggling. "Willow! Ah! No! Willow! Stop! That tickles, Willow! Ahha! Willow!" I yell, trying to push her off of me. Then I get up and start tickling her instead. "AND I KNOW YOURS!!" I say, tickling under her arms and her thighs.

When we stop, we sit up on the bed. She asks, "Do you really like Mattholomule?" Right when I comprehend what she actually said, I feel the blood rush to my cheeks. "NO! I- I mean- no, I don- I don't know..." I say, staring at my feet hanging off the bed. "I know you do, Gus. You can't lie to me. But do you really think he likes you back?" She asks.

I just keep staring down at my feet, not answering her. I finally say, " I don't think I like him like that anyway. I mean, I guess he is cute and he's funny and sweet- but that's not the point. The point is I don't know if I like him. And it doesn't matter to me if he likes me or not. Because I'm not falling for anyone aga-" I cut myself off, hoping she didn't realize the last part. "Again?" She asks. She grabs onto my shirt and shakes me around, "WHO WAS IT!?" She asks. "Nobody! Nobody..." I look at the ground and then back at Willow. She holds my hand, "you don't have to tell me... But that doesn't mean I still don't want to know," Then she lets go. I lean on her shoulder. "Maybe I do like Mattholomule. But only a little," I say, sighing. I take my head off her shoulder and ask, "What am I supposed to do? I mean. What if he doesn't like me back? What if I mess up the whole friendship? What if he hates me after?" Willow looks at me, and sprouts a little flower from her hand. "How could anyone not like you, Gus? Even if he doesn't like you in that way, he definitely won't hate you. And what if he does? You still have me and Luz," she says. She takes the pink flower and tucks it on my ear.

"Aww! Gus looks so pretty!" She says. "I have to get at least one picture." She takes out her scroll. I get up and run away from her, trying to male sure she can't get a picture. We run around chasing each other. I make an illusion of Willow, and she stops watching it. In the illusion, Willow takes a picture and posts it on Penstagram, then cackles. "That sounds nothing like me. I sound more like MWAHAHAHAHA!" She says. I say, "no you sound more like "HAHAHAAAAH!" She laughs and takes the picture, while she has time.

"Hey! Gimme that!" She says, as I snatch it out of her hand. She jumps around trying to grab it from me. "NEVER!!" I cackle.

She grabs it and manages to ply it out of my hands. I jump on her back. "NO!" I say, trying to take it again.

"And posted!" She shouts. I jump off her back and go to my knees dramatically, "NOOOO!" I grab Willow's calves and say, "HOW COULD YOU!?" still with the dramatic voice. Then we both start laughing.

"I think you should tell him," she says after a while of hanging off my bed. "If you do like him, you should be honest. The worst that could happen is that he doesn't feel the same. I think you should." I continue hanging off the bed. "Yeah, I guess I should, huh?" I take out the flower and hold in I. My hand, playing with the petals.

"Can I sleep over tonight?" Willow asks. "Sure!" I say, "lemme go ask my dad." I get up and go downstairs. "Hey, dad?" I ask. He's sitting at the table. "Hey," he said. I could smell the monster burgers in the air before reaching the bottom of the stairs.

"Can Willow sleep over tonight?" I ask. He turns around, and raises an eyebrow, "Don't do anything... out of pocket. Sure. Tell her dinner is almost ready." He turns back to sautéing the onions and smell peppers. I wonder what he meant by that. OH FUCK! What if he could smell the blue leaves on me?! What if he knows!? No. He would've said something. I go back to my room, "Willow he said yeah. But he also said, ' Don't do anything out of pocket,'" I say, lowering my voice mimicking my dad and waving my hands in the air.

She gasps, and her eyes widen, "He knows!"

"That's what I'm saying!" I exclaim.