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D&C pt. 2 (MOVED)

We started doing everything together. We ate lunch together, walked to class together, sat at the beach together. It was my favorite place, the place we officially became friends. I could tell you liked it too, you always smiled when I said we were going there. My grades even started to go up, with your help of course. The boys at school stopped bullying you, too afraid of me to even try. I started to notice little things about you. You always blinked a lot when you were nervous. You had a very slight lisp. You hated peanut butter. You had light freckles that were scattered across your face like stars. You hated being interrupted. You were an artist, and wanted to make animations for a living. Of course, you had flaws too. But I loved every single thing about you. There was nothing you could do that wasn't perfect.

A few weeks later, we were sitting at our table in the corner, eating lunch and watching your favorite show together. You were the only one really watching it because I was admiring your beauty. You always said I was a dreamer, but I was only lost in your radiant presence, entranced by it. I was pulled out of it when you leaned your head against my shoulder. Another thing I had learned about you was that you hated physical contact, even from me. To feel the weight of your head on my shoulder, to see your long locks of hair drape over my back, I felt my heart flutter. The fact that you trusted me enough to lay your head down was enough to send my mind reeling. Some might say that I was obsessed with you, but how could I not be? You were everything to me. I cautiously put my arm around you, and you flinched at first, but let me. People passing by started giving us looks but I didn't care. Sitting there, with you, sharing each other's presence, was enough to overpower their judgement. They were only jealous that they could not feel the connection we felt. 

"Dimitri?" Your voice almost came out as a whisper. You weren't used to talking at school, and you certainly weren't used to people hearing you.

"Yes?"

You bit your lip, and started blinking quickly. "Do you... Want to come over to my house?"

I was surprised, not by the question but by how nervous you seemed. Such a simple question seemed to require a lot of courage, but I assumed it was because of your social anxiety.

"Sure, today?"

You nodded and let out a sigh of relief. You moved even closer to me, trusting me even more. I never told you how happy I was when you felt safe around me. 

After school let out, we walked out towards the parking lot. Trevor and his friends rounded the corner and you grabbed my sleeve, blinking rapidly. I made sure to block you from his view with my body, and I briskly guided you forward. Once we were past, you awkwardly let go of my sleeve and almost immediately i felt the absence of your warmth. You looked at me gratefully, not needing to express it in words. I knew Trevor wouldn't bother you with me around, but that didn't stop him from giving off a threatening aura that you didn't need to deal with. We got to my car and drove in silence, as we often did, finding comfort in just each other's company. You seemed quiet, even more quiet than usual and I noticed you were fidgeting with your hands. I wondered if there was more to that worrying than just social anxiety, and I soon found out. 

I pulled into your dirt driveway. You lived in a quite remote area, surrounded by forests and fields. Your house was large, large enough to fit you and all of your siblings. You certainly had a lot of them. I was greeted by a burst of noise as you opened the door and quickly tried to rush me upstairs, presumably to get out of the chaos as fast as possible. I counted five sisters and three brothers in total, though I learned later there was a fourth brother away at work. Your mother greeted us over the noise and soon we stepped foot into your room, quickly shutting the door behind you. 

"Sorry about that, I thought we'd get home before my siblings did." You said with an apologetic expression.

"It's fine, I don't mind. Its a nice change from my household." I shrugged. Considering I only had one sister who was just as quiet as me, it was almost always silent in the house despite my family being Russian. People always expect us to be loud and boisterous, but my parents hold manners and dignity to a high standard and consider loudness to be a negative quality. 

Your room reflected your personality perfectly. Lana Del Ray and Mitski posters lined the mint green walls. Your shelves were filled with action figures from various media and you had a desk covered in sketches. I wanted to pause time and explore your room, look through all your drawings, inspect every action figure, and read every magazine. I wanted to know why these things were important to you, wanted to know why you liked them, wanted to know your favorites. I had so many questions I wish I could've asked you. I wanted to know everything about you, and I still do. You caught me staring at your drawings, and you blushed, a beautiful pink color filling your cheeks. I couldn't help but stare at the sight.

"D-do you want to see them?" You said, gesturing towards the papers. 

I nodded vigorously and you led me to the desk, rubbing the back of your neck.

"Most of them aren't done yet and they aren't very good..." You were always so humble, never admitting to your immense skill, never taking a compliment. I always tried so hard to make you admit your talent, never succeeding.

There were lots of drawings of characters that were also displayed among your shelves and a few I didn't recognize. As I shifted through the papers, analyzing the beauty of each one, one caught my eye. Your eyes grew wide as you tried to hide it but I whisked it out of your grasp just in time. I sat there, bewildered as my own face stared back at me.  My face, my hair, my expression, you had captured all of it perfectly. 

"I-its not much... I just wanted to draw you...?" Your face had turned crimson red and I couldn't help but feel flustered at how cute you looked.

"It's... amazing. This is the best drawing I've ever seen. Seriously."

You blushed even more, embarrassed by the praise.

"You can keep it if you want." I looked up excitedly, nodding and carefully smoothing it out, putting it gingerly into my backpack. Even now I have it framed on my desk so that I can look at it whenever I want and be reminded of you. 

You walked over to your bed and lied down, pulling out your computer and patting the spot next to you and asking, "What do you want to watch?"

I shrugged. "Whatever you want."

You gave me an exasperated expression, and pressed on. "I always pick. I want to know what kinds of things you like to watch."

I felt my cheeks get hot at those words. You wanting to know more about me only fueled my love for you. I slid into the spot next to you and put on my favorite movie.

The sun started to set as we watched movies late into the evening. You had leaned your body against my chest and I had my arm around you, holding you close. I wondered in those moments, if you felt the same way as I did. Did your heart flutter every time I touched your shoulders? Did you feel warm every time you heard my voice? The longer I dwelled on it, the more anxious I felt and so I shoved those thoughts away, trying to enjoy our time together. Sitting here I wonder, If I hadn't pushed them away, would I have been pushed to confess? How would you have reacted? Would we have been together happily? I guess I will never know. Besides, I've learned it's not good to dwell on the past, less you get stuck in it forever.