we pulled apart and i sat there unable to speak.
we stared each other in the eyes. honey to chestnut.
thoughts contaminated my mind.
he kissed me.
dallas kissed me.
and i liked it.
i can't believe i liked it.
"dallas."
i fidgeted awkwardly not knowing what else to say.
"i'm sorry."
he paused. nervous.
"i can't believe i did. i guess you can say i've wanted to do that for awhile."
i looked at him in utter shock.
"you have?"
he laughed awkwardly, putting a hand on his neck.
"yeah. i kind of... like.. you."
"you do? since when?"
i was asking questions left and right. dallas liked me. a human guy actually liked me.
"blue, are you okay?"
"you like me?
"unfortunately. as much as i try to shake it away, i fail. so yes i like you indigo stevens."
*mumble*
"blue, i just confessed i liked you and your mumbling."
"i said damn it."
"why?"
"because i may like you too."
he grinned from ear to ear and took this opportunity to kiss my lips again, holding on to my cheeks, before pulling away.
"okay then, i know i definitely like." i said, flushed, my cheeks blushing.
"i think the universe is very happy with me because i've been getting good news all day."
"what's the other good news?"
"blue, i'm.. i'm getting a new lung."
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Eleven
Short Storywe met on a rooftop on the 11th day of the 11th month of the 11th hour. all because i had a seizure. it was weird because i hadn't had one in eight months. maybe it was fate. or maybe it was meant to be fatal. seeing as though we met at a hospital. ...