Best Friends? (NICKLOON)

Chapter 6 - Happily Ever After (PT 1)

I can't help it that he's... adorable..

ew.

But at the same time, Balloon is literally the light of my life. Without him, i'm just an angsty, snarky loser.

Sigh

I glance at the flower again, my face going red...

Balloon is such a sweetheart. He went on a walk and brought me back a flower. Do friends do that..? I don't know... Do I wish we were friends..?

Nah...

BALLOON'S POV:

That was such a risky move... I bet Nickel didn't even care.. god... i'm such a loser! I suck at flirting...

...

What have I become..? A while ago, I would've been hating Nickel to the point of where I'd avoid him... It's crazy!

Siggghhh...

I wonder if anyone else heard me sigh.. The hotel is so empty these days! Like, where has OJ been..? Him and paper have been pretty close. Maybe they're finally dating! What lovebirds...

Maybe I should talk to Nickel again. But then it would be awkward... and.. and then... okay, I'll just do it.

I walk into the room again.

"Hey.. Nickel..?"
"Yeah? What's up Balloon?"
"Could we like.."

I pause, my mind going blank for a moment... Why is this happening..? We've hung out before! It's not like we're going to make out or anything...

"...hang out..?"

Nickel also pauses, then smiles... how unlike him.

"Sure!"

NICKEL'S POV:
(IM SORRY FOR DOING SO MUCH NICKEL POV)

Well, I mean, how could I turn him down? He was standing there... so... uh- never mind.

"So, whatcha wanna do..?"

I'm sitting on my bed, kicking my feet like a swooning schoolboy... what is wrong with me..?

"Uh... Nickel..? Are you okay?"

I smile back. STOP THAT! I'm acting INSANE.

"Yeah! I'm great..."

I pat the bed next to me, signaling for him to sit down.

...and he does.

And so now, my heart is beating faster and I'm getting an urge to grab his hand. His face is so pretty. His eyes are literally like rubies... Which is corny as hell, but... I find myself admiring him.

And he leans closer.

I do too.

My heart is racing, my legs feel weak, but i'm really hoping that what i'm thinking is going to happen.

...

I press my lips against his, lifting my arm and snaking it around his waist, the fabric of his shirt feeling warm and fuzzy... Kind of like my mind right now. He gently cups my face with his hand, his fingers tracing my cheek.

What is going on..? Why did I... Why..? But...

I kind of like it...

I pull back, just to breathe, but kiss him again. The feeling the same as the last. Can't get enough...

(soo... that's not enough words but idc have fun with that. word count: 461)