A/N -yes hello im back
so i was DRAMATIC OK I GET YALL HERES ANOTHER CHAPTER BITCHES <3
sry if the like writing style is dif cause im on my computer ok enjoy
KIAN
The sunlight made Atlas's eyes shimmer,
and Kian couldn't help but think how pretty they were.
Recess wasn't all that fun, not when his mind was on only one thing: Atlas.
His dad always called his mom "honey." Maybe he could call Atlas that too? It seemed fitting.
Without a second thought,
He left his friends behind, their voices fading as he focused on reaching his destination.
Atlas noticed him before he even got close, looking up with wide eyes as Kian approached.
"Hi,"
Kian greeted with a grin.
Atlas blinked, looking taken aback, and Kian wondered if he was always this quiet.
"You're the best at painting, Attie,"
Kian said happily, trying out a nickname, his eyes shining.
"Thanks,"
Atlas muttered, his gaze flickering behind Kian as if searching for an explanation.
"Aren't you supposed to be with your friends?"
Atlas asked, his cheeks puffing out slightly in an adorable display of confusion.
Kian didn't get why that mattered.
"But I wanted to talk to you. They don't really matter anyway."
His head tilted as he studied Atlas, noticing how small his frame was compared to his own, the crayons and sketchbook clutched in his hands.
Atlas's cheeks tinted pink, and he glanced down at his drawing.
"Are you just gonna stare at me all day? Sit down, Kian."
The words were quiet, but Kian caught a hint of warmth in them.
Pleased with the invitation, Kian hopped onto the bench, squeezing in beside Atlas.
ATLAS
His face felt warm, and he bit the inside of his cheek to keep from smiling.
Kian wasn't like the other kids; he didn't give up easily and even left his friends just to talk to him.
It was different-and kind of nice.
Atlas returned to shading the petals of the flower in his sketchbook, but his thoughts kept drifting back to Kian.
"What's your favorite flower?"
Kian asked, leaning closer to see the drawing.
"I like gardenias."
Atlas shifted a bit, his arm brushing against Kian's.
"I like hydrangeas. I'm drawing one now,"
He replied, pressing a fuchsia crayon into the paper to add a touch of color.
"They can change colors, my grandma told me that."
He smiled at the memory of his grandma, a florist who would always tell him new things everyday.
Kian's expression softened as he glanced from the drawing to Atlas's face.
"That's so interesting, I didn't know they could do that."
Their eyes met, and for a moment, everything else faded away.
Atlas's heart fluttered. Kian's gaze lingered, unguarded.
"You know, you're way prettier than a flower," he said, the words falling out.
Atlas's breath got caught.
He'd been called a lot of things, but never something so unexpectedly sweet.
"Oh...thank you,"
he chirped, his voice just slightly above a whisper, before his attention went back into his sketch but his mind still racing with thoughts of Kian.
A/N
ok baes
SO I KNOW NOTHING ABOUT FLOWERS
IM JS GONNA TRUST MYSELF ON THIS 🤞
Hope u likedddd :3
new chap up sometime soon?
xox-kat
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Romancekian x attie neither of them were considered "normal" Kian never paid attention to girls and atlas never seemed happy but they accepted each other attie didn't seem to have a problem with guys liking guys and Kian never really payed attention when...
