FOR MICK 😃(And Others!)

Something in the chest.P

Not finished, 600+ words. I forgot I even wrote this

Honestly, in Belle's eyes... The breakup between Kent and Pin was awfully anti-climatic.

He listened and listened to so many different parts of the story. To Dec and his constant blabbing, to Kent and his moments of vulnerability, and even to Pin. To his rather often, later on in the relationship, complaints. He heard it all, saw it all. He almost felt it. Almost.

He forcibly has to tune back into Kent talking- Don't get him wrong. Kent is his friend but he's tired of it. Tired of hearing about Pin. Tired of hearing about a relationship he never got to experience for himself.

"But...I broke up with him because I felt like we didn't work. Sure- The sex was nice but I realized more and more that it was an attraction. Something psychical, not emotional?"

"I'm listenin'." Belle nodded, blinking a little to refocus on Kent's lips to get a better reading of what was being said to him.

"Yes- Pin is my best friend, I don't think in any time of my life have I thought he wasn't. But my lover? No. I think I jumbled up how well he knew me, what I liked, and how I was- for something like a crush. But it wasn't. It was more like an endearment, someone I could lean back on. Someone who was always in my corner and I appreciated that. Made me feel good."

"Yup."

Kent continues, in his own little world. It's not every day he gets to talk like this- so when he does, he doesn't necessarily notice that Belle isn't giving much of a response. More like a head nod.

"I just...he wasn't meant to be my boyfriend. That's really it. I could never imagine myself not having him in my life. Ever. But maybe he just wasn't meant to be my boyfriend either."

"Me either."

"Yea- What? What was that Belle?"

"I agreed."

"Oh."

"Mhm."

"..."

"..."

"Why? Why'd you agree?"

Belle shrugs, it was his turn to be mysterious and quiet. Kent wasn't one to pry- Normally. But everything in him was begging him to ask one more time.

But he doesn't, instead just sitting there and realizing the expression on Belle's face. It screamed... Nothing. Like he hadn't had a thought the whole time while he was talking to him. He looked...almost sad. Something about having an unreadable emotion on one's face makes it an emotion in itself.

Kent couldn't describe the face Belle had if someone begged him to. He looked so droopy and not at the same time. His eyes were dull, the faint light in Kent's room doing nothing but making Belle's eyes look glassy- fogged over. But somehow he was still looking, he could feel him still peering at him. He just...he didn't even move! That whole time while he was talking, Belle didn't move an inch. As if he was chained to that one spot on Kent's bed and strapped down to one position.

A better word for it actually would be

Boredom.

He was bored of him? Oh.

In what felt like forever, Kent felt a little self-conscious. Not knowing what to say to Belle at this time. It was uncharacteristic of him to feel so uneasy, almost having a deep pit in his belly. He opened his mouth to talk and for the first time that evening, Belle said something that wasn't just one or two words.

"I'm goin' home Kent."

He's awestruck for a moment but his face stays neutral.

"Did something come up?"

Kent knows nothing came up. It was weird for him to even care. But he's already gotten so vulnerable today that he might as well continue. Get it over with.

"No. I'm just tired of hearing the same shit comin' from all your mouths. All the blah blah blah bullshit about each other. Maybe you guys should just sit down and talk it out instead of telling me every fucking detail of your lives in my head."

"I didn't mean to"

"No, I know. I know you didn't mean anything by it."