Nesscas Oneshot Haven

The Fear of a Crush

Hey there. My name is Lucas. I'm just a typical boy, really. Nothing about me is all that special or noteworthy. I would not appear on a reality show, let's just say that. My life pretty much gives off that same feeling of simplicity. I'm content with that. I don't need too much excitement. I don't need to jump out of a damn plane with a blanket or something to float me down. However, there's been one thing on my mind, for quite a while. Ness.

He's my friend. We've been friends for as long as I can remember. And for nearly as long, we've been just that. Friends. We're still technically that to this day. But recently, my feelings around him began to change. At first, I couldn't tell what it was, but I think I know now. I have a crush on him. I don't even remember when the crush directly began, I can only remember when I realized it was a crush.

It was about a year ago. I was over at his house to celebrate his birthday. It was a nice little event. Nothing extravagant. Especially compared to some other Sweet 16s. Ness has always been the type to not want to spend too much on such an event. Either way, I was over there with him and a few other friends. We were all just having fun. Ness's parents made him food. But, like an absolute idiot, I touched the stove thinking it was cold. It burnt like a fucker. And unfortunately, Ness's parents were outside the house at the moment. The only person to hear my cries of pain was Ness.

He rushed to my side. Without a single word between us, he began treating me. Calming me down and making sure the burning died down. Ness's quick thinking, kind heart, made my own already confused heart beat faster. He and I always cared for each other. We'd constantly help each other out of moments. But something about this was different. Perhaps it was because my heart was already acting weird, but...I couldn't take my eyes off his face. His smooth skin. Beautiful purple eyes that reminded me of lying outside, under the night sky, and staring at the starry amazing void above. And when he could tell I felt better, that sweet smile he showed me. It could warm even the Grinch's heart.

Either way, it's been a pretty big challenge to hide the truth from him. The last thing I want is for him to no longer want to be my friend. That'd break my heart.

I shake my head. I always go through my mind right when I wake up. It's pretty much scheduled for me to do that. But I know what time it is. I need to begin to get ready for school. I get up and begin to do just that. You know, the usual stuff. Shower, piss, clothes, etc. After I finish my breakfast, I go back to my room. School is in 30 minutes so I need to fix up my hair. I'm very meticulous about it.

I stare at myself in the mirror for some time. Tilting my head, I let out a small sigh. I hope one day I'll be able to lose this crush on him. I dunno why...He's always just been a friend. I don't know why a feeling like this would even arise. Much less stay around for so long. I look down and shake my head. It's not like he'd even take me. I'm pretty sure he has a thing for Paula. In the end, it doesn't really matter. I have him as my friend, and that's more than enough for me. I look back in the mirror, staring at my face as I begin to do my hair. But my heart isn't in it. I sigh again. Am I? Like...am I content with him just being my friend? I dunno.

Nevertheless, I finish my hair and grab my stuff. Going into my family's car, we make some small talk. It's nothing to write home about. We definitely don't even have an interesting enough story to pop up as an extra in a low-budget movie.

We make it to school pretty quickly. Claus, my twin brother, and I leave the car. We wave goodbye. Once they are far enough away, Claus looks at me. His face is stern. I know what's on his mind. I simply roll my eyes and begin walking toward the entrance.

"Come on, grow some balls," he says as he catches up to me. He knows about my crush on Ness. It's pretty hard to keep secrets from a twin brother. Especially an identical twin. I mean, we're not directly identical. I mean, our faces are the exact same. But I was blessed with beautiful blond hair while he was cursed with being a ginger. Apparently, at some point, my hair wasn't blond. But it was like a very vibrant yellow. I can't imagine that. Me, with bright yellow hair? Impossible. "Are you even listening to me?" I jump a little.