Poison [Sparkant fanfiction]

8. Antivenin

(I'M SO SORRY. I have not been in the mood to write, and I have no idea where to take this story. It'll end around 15, by the way. Then we go on to the next fic. Tell me in the comments what ship we should do next. I'm considering Skylox or maybe more Merome...)

Jordan's POV

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"What does this mean for us, Taylor?", I ask him softly a few hours later, praying that he wanted this as much as I do.

"Whatever you want it to mean. I'm willing to be anything to you. Friend, boyfriend, occasional lover, it doesn't matter to me, as long as I'm something to you.", he replied. I bit my lip. I definitely knew which one I'd want.

"Well... I know what I'd like you to be. The question is, what would you like to be, Taylor?", I inquire, praying that he wanted to be more than friends. Praying that this wasn't a one-time thing. Praying that he wouldn't push me away.

"In all honesty, I'd like... To be more than friends.", he mumbled quietly, so softly that I had to strain to hear it. I smile widely.

"But, it can't happen.", he continued. "I'm just poison."

"Well then it's a good thing I'm antivenin. We're both poisonous in our own rights, Taylor, but who says we can't be together? The only one saying that it can't happen is you.", I counter, wanting him to see my side of the argument.

"I'm a freak. I'm broken, and ultimately? I don't think that I can be fixed.", he whispered, his dark brown, almost black, eyes staring at mine.

"Who said that you needed to be fixed? You can't fix what isn't broken, Taylor.", I reply quietly. I lean in to kiss him once more, and this time? There was no hesitation.

"I love you, Jordan.", he mumbles. I smile slightly. That was all I could really ask.

"I love you, Taylor, whether you believe me or not.", I reply.

"I think I can believe you."