Band-Aids On Bruises

Fine

[One Week Later]

Dustin's, slowly but surely, getting better. He's happier now, and has told me that's he's sleeping better. I want to trust him, but there's always a slight amount of doubt in my head so I always ask him more than once, just to be sure.

It's only been around a week, but the changes that happened to Dustin after telling us everything came rapidly. He's really trying now, and I'm so proud of him. We've talked a little bit more about what our relationship statues is, and for now we've settled on very close friends, but Dustin has said once he's more confident he wants us to be more than friends.

I've been sticking close to Dustin more than usual, but I don't think he minds. I just feel so scared that something bad will happen if I'm not there, and even though I know nothing will, I can't shake the feeling from my head.

Dustin's voice suddenly snaps me out of my thoughts and memories. We're standing by our lockers, the bell had just rung symbolising that it is now lunch. I look over to him and rub the back of my neck while muttering an apology. Dustin smirks and rolls his eyes.

"I asked if it was okay if we ate lunch outside today. Just the two of us? You know alone." a light blush dusts his face as he mumbles the last words.

I smile "Of course we can."

Dustin nods and directs me down the halls. We walk at a brisk pace until we reach the doors that lead outside, and when we exit the school I sigh in relaxation.

It's a very nice day out today. A few clouds litter the blue sky, a weak breeze is blowing, lightly cooling the warm air. The sun is shining brightly, and everything is green and lush, along with a few flowers popping up between the blades of grass.

Dustin takes me over to a part of the field that is away from the main part where everyone else who is outside is right now. He sits down and smiles softly at me while patting the grass next to him. I flop down next to him and lay back in the grass, closing my eyes and laying my hands on my chest.

"You look like you're dead."

"Shut up."

Dustin scoffs and I hear him get his lunch. I don't bother getting my though, I'm not hungry. We sit in silence as the breeze blows through our hair and the cries of the other students echo off the buildings walls.

Dustin sighs softly, and I open my eyes and sit up. "You've been awfully quiet today. You okay?" I ask, lightly nudging Dustin's shoulder with my own.

Dustin smiles weakly and looks at the ground "I'm fine. I just have a lot on my mind today"

"Want to talk about it?"

Dustin shrugs, and opens his mouth to say something, then shuts it quickly. I turn my head to look in the direction he's looking in and groan. A group of girls are making their way over to us, well actually, me.

"Come on, we're leaving." I mutter and stand, offering him my hand.

Dustin slowly takes it, and I pull him up then lead him away from the girls, still holding his hand. The girls follow us though. I pull Dustin inside and lead him around the schools, looking for some place private.

"What are we doing Fisher?" Dustin asks drily.

"Getting away from those girls."

"Why?"

I groan "Because they have been harassing me non-stop, always following me, trying to get me to go out with them, just making me uncomfortable." I make a sharp left and pull Dustin down a emptier hall.

"Why didn't you mention it to me?"

"It's not that important."

Dustin huffs in annoyance "Well if-"

"In here." I say suddenly, opening a door and shoving him inside the room then, after checking that we weren't seen, I enter it after him and close the door.

I turn around and find my face only inches apart from Dustin's, our chests are touching and there's no space to move in any direction.

"This is a broom closet Fisher." Dustin says bitterly.

"Oh." I blush "At least it's private."

"Move out of the way Fisher, I'm getting out of here."

"No! I-I mean..."

Dustin furrows his eyebrows "What is wrong then?"

I sigh, and begin to move my body so I could open the door, but Dustin grabs my hands and locks me in place, possibly even pulling me closer.

"Fisher." He says firmly.

"It's fine."

"Not it's not."

"It actually is! I just wasn't in the mood to have to deal with their flirting and possible insults towards you."

"Then why are we in here?"

I blush intensely and Dustin's eyes widen. "I just wanted to be someplace private."

"So you shoved me into a broom closet?"

"I thought it was bigger than this."

"You're a loser."

"Hey!"

Dustin chuckles "Well you are."

I scoff and look away "Can you at least tell my what has been on your mind lately? Or are you just going to stand here and make fun of me?"

It's Dustin's turn to look away "I was just thinking."

"About?"

"You. Me. Us."

"And?"

"I was thinking about my feelings, past and present. How I used to have the biggest crush on you and tried to get over it because I thought it would never work, and how I think I would like us to maybe be a 'thing' but maybe just in private, and still taking it slow." he chuckles "I just didn't think I would be stuck in a broom closet with you right away."

I smile. "So that means?"

"Maybe."

"I'll take what I can get."

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Shorter filler chapter. I just wanted a fluffier scene with them in a closet so... Dustin wants to (maybe) be in a relationship with Fisher though. I didn't really know what to write today so that's why this chapter is really short and kind of all over the place. I was going to make it more serious, but I'm trying to take a break from the seriousness right now. :)