Suggested by me! I'm really sorry TheCreativeRose but I don't think I can do you request. I guess I'm just not ready for that type of one shot xD Just submit another and all write it as soon as possible <<<333
• Ship: TerrorSnuckle
• Setting: Brian and Brock are in highschool and Brian can't find the right girl. No matter where he looks, he always ends up alone in the end until he meets the new kid in school that could turn this all around.
• Type: Fluff
• Top: Brian
• Bottom: Brock
• PoV: Brian's
Terrorizer's PoV
"Hey Brian, we need to talk..." My beloved girlfriend says. "Okay, what do you want to talk about?" I ask suspiciously, leaning against my locker. "I'm breaking up with you." She announces. My eyes widen and I let out a long sigh. "If that's what you want..." I mumble, hanging my head in defeat. She simply nods her head and walks off to class, leaving me alone once again.
I rest a hand on my head and groan in frustration. Why can't I keep a steady relationship?! Why can't I just find the right one?! I just want to feel loved. I want to know what it's like to love someone, but none of these girls are letting me know them long enough to feel that way! None of these girls seem to want to love me...
I feel a pair of eyes on me, so I turn to face them. I see a short boy with vibrant bluish-green eyes looking up at me. His dirty blonde hair is flipped in an unique hair style and his facial features are the complete description of innocence. He blushes when I catch him staring and looks down at his feet as if he weren't watching me. I feel a sudden tug at my heart, the feeling getting stronger the more I look at him.
"Hi." I say involuntarily, mentally slapping myself afterwards. "Hello." He replies, looking back up at me timidly. Cute. Wait, what?! Why am I calling a guy cute?! I'm into girls, and that's that! "My name is Brian, what's your name?" I slip up again. Dammit! What am I doing?! Why am I trying to flirt with a guy?! Am I really that desperate?! "I-I'm Brock." He stutters while playing with the hem of his shirt nervously.
I feel another tug, but ten times stronger this time. What the fuck?! What is this guy doing to me?! I've never been so intrigued by someone this much before! I feel a tint of red rise to my cheeks, so I try my best to hide it with my grey trench coat. "N-Nice to meet you. How come I've never seen you before?" I ask. Now I'm stuttering! Why?!
"Yeah, I just moved here from America." Brock states, scratching the back of his neck nervously. "Well, do you know where your next class is? If you don't I could take you there." I offer, completely giving up on trying to stop where this is probably going to go. "I would love some help... Thank you, Brian." Brock says, quietly handing me his bell schedule.
I silently read his schedule, looking for classes we may have together. So, let's see here... Brock has Homeroom, Math, Science, Gym, and Lunch with me. Sweet! I hand him his schedule back with a cheeky grin. "We have most classes together, so leading you around shouldn't be too difficult. C'mon, we've got Math next and if we don't hurry up we'll be late." I explain before grabbing his hand and taking off to Math class.
*A year later*
"I call hacks!" I shout as I watch the kill cam of Brock shooting me. He giggles innocently, making my face turn a deep shade of red. Why does he have to be so damn cute?! Everything he does makes me just want to kiss him... He's torturing me with his kindness and adorableness.
We play for a few more hours, nudging each other in an attempt to distract the other from the game. I look over at him and take in his facial features; the way they change when he's focused or distracted. I feel myself casually scooting closer to him while he is occupied with the game. I can't believe I'm about to do this...
"Hey, Brock..." I say timidly. He turns to look up at me, but I slam my lips into his before he could respond. He let's out a small gasp before completely melting into the kiss. He wraps one arm around my neck as the other cups me cheek while I slither my arms around his waist.
We break, staring at each other with shock. "So... Seeing as though you kissed back... I take that as a yes...?" I say, scratching the back of my neck. Brock simply giggles before grabbing a fist full of my shirt and yanking me into another kiss. My heart feels as if it's about to explode out of my chest. I'm loved. He loves me. I love him. I think... I've finally found the right one...
(Don't mind me as I read through this while eating cookies, realizing just how much of a cliche fuck I am...)
