Forever Sunset

Chapter 8 - Confusion

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We have until the end of the month until that timer runs out. It's been one week since our talk I think it went well all things considered.

My new wings flap as I sit outside we decided to tend to some of the flowers close to the house today I turn towards you as a flash of white takes over my vision for a moment I hear you laugh as you shake the picture you just took walking over to me.

"Jaiden you're always in the right spot at the right time."

You say handing the photo to me leaning a bit against me while I take it and examine it. It's me turning to you right before you took sunset behind me it's nice.

"Peter Parker."

You say smugly pointing at yourself. I chuckle with a smile shoving you away a bit playfully but you laugh moving back to lean against me. After our conversation we're trying to be more open to each other which is easier said than done. Our conversations prior to it usually involved around Bobby, missing him, our schedule of doing things that revolved around Bobby and occasionally small talk. It's not like we don't talk about Bobby still but we also talk about other things. Which made me realize how little we knew about each other outside of things involving Bobby.

It doesn't mean we're strangers outside of Bobby we still care about one another and enjoy each others we still would have done anything for one another even before last week. I'm sure we would have still became friends outside of Bobby. It's just a bit different now but you seem to be extremely welcoming to this change.

I feel you poke at my new ear wing thing they twitch and flap involuntarily at something in there way you laugh a little bit evilly. It snaps me out my thoughts I swat at you.

"Not a big fan when you're not the one doing it huh?"

You snicker as you persist I frown starting to do it to your ear now as it twitches from the intrusion. This eventually leads into us play fighting each other laughing and stopping after a few minutes sitting in the grass.

"¿Te duelen las alas?"

"Oh no I'm okay."

I say turning my back towards you to show you stretching them out.

"¿Puedo tocarlos?"

"Go ahead."

My wings flap a bit as you carefully place your hands on them gliding your hands along the feathers.

"¿Es esto incómodo?"

"No it's actually kinda nice."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah. You can keep going if you want."

You nod seeming hesitant at first before starting to work your hands through the feathers meticulously. One thing I have learnt about you is you like physical touch a lot when it comes to affection or just doing things for me, I'm pretty much the opposite where I'm just happy to be around you and occasionally give you things. I yawn this is really making me sleepy.

"Sleepy?"

"Mhm.."

You chuckle continuing to preen my feathers as I try to fight off sleep. After a few minutes you're done I whine a bit when I feel you poke my cheek.