weak × leafycynical

twelve

Amar y ser amado
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"You know, with how long we've been dating, the moon has already orbited the earth twice?" Niall says, not paying attention to the show they had playing in the background but rather Calvin's shaky, pale hands. He can see the obvious vein going from the back of his hand and twisting around to his wrist, being a pale blue color as it traveled up his arm. Calvin hums, turning his attention from the Netflix original and looks at his boyfriend. "Exactly?" Calvin questions, smiling softly at the younger boy.

"No, maybe a day or two more," Niall says which is followed by a light shrug. Calvin giggled and looked to where Niall's hand was touching his own. Both their hands laid between one another, Niall's thumb gently moving across the back of his hand. The gesture made Calvin feel safe, content even. "So fifty eight days," Niall adds.

"Oh my, how have you stuck along with me for fifty eight fucking days?" Calvin questions, genuinely surprised, although he meant for it to be a joke. "You're just that amazing."

"Shut up, I'm complete utter garbage."

"I beg to differ. You've been the highlight of my life."

Calvin chokes. "Now you're just trying to make me feel better about myself. Which, by the way, isn't working."

"I didn't try asking you out all those times for the past two years just so I could lie about how beautiful you are," Niall says confidently, prepared for the awkward tension that would soon appear. Calvin just giggles, hiding his face against Niall's shoulder. The shorter boy sighs, "Well, thank you. Thanks for dealing with me."

"It's not the matter of dealing with you, it's the matter of being able to know that we have mutual feelings for each other and I have the capability to call you my boyfriend."

"You're so sweet," Calvin says softly, his face still hidden. Niall puts his arms around him.

"Only for you," Niall mumbles. Calvin gets up, and he coughs a bit before resting his palm against his chest and taking a drink from the glass of water Niall gave to him. Once Calvin stops coughing and quietly takes another sip of water, Niall starts talking again. "Hey, there's this really good taco food truck that's usually parked near my work place. It's pretty good, would you wanna go there? Then afterwards we can walk around. Maybe go to the beach."

Calvin finishes off the water, mentally counting to five before he nods, looking up at Niall. "Sounds good." He smiles, blushing as Niall laces his hand with his own.

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"You're right," Calvin says, taking the soft greasy taco in his hands and lifting it up to his mouth. It falls apart, causing him to groan and wipe off his clothes that now had lettuce on it. Niall laughs, not bothering to help his boyfriend out. "-this is good," Calvin finishes, a tad bit annoyed now that his food fell on him. They are sitting at the curb, off the side of an empty street. The food truck had left the spot and it was now headed to wherever destination it was heading too. Niall had decided against getting anything to eat, since he was running out of cash and rent was due in under three weeks. "I'm glad you like it," Niall says, laughing some more. 

Calvin looks at him, covering his mouth with his hand while speaking, "Thanks for food, by the way." 

"I'm not going to spend eight dollars on just anybody," he jokes, although it's the complete truth. Calvin goes back to his food, still trying to keep it from falling apart in his pale palms. He pouts as he tries taking another bite and basically failing again, how hard could this possibly be? Niall continued watching in amusement, finding it entertaining how this boy was struggling to eat something so simple. He looks up to see other people passing by on the opposite side of the street, a couple eating ice cream together and holding hands, while there's two teenagers talking about going to the old but popular arcade located just by the beach. "Where would you wanna go? Like, after you finish eating, that is," Niall questions, still looking away from Calvin and at the little details around him. Such as the little tree with purple flowers partially hidden behind one of the shops.