Your Memes Are Just A Lie (Matt X Desi Fanfic)

Chapter 12

"Hey." I opened the door, and a normal person would've smiled, but not me because I'm a fucking dick.

"Hey, Desi-kun." Came the reply from the sexy hot papi frog, but with a sad, considerate, smile. I was surprised. It wasn't like Swammy to be like that. The shine was still in his eyes. So, wait, no. That's just understanding, not actual sadness. I walked over into the kitchen - which was just an extension from the living room in the apartment. "Can I come innn-chan?" He "kun-ed/chan-ed" his words in that way that always made him seem full of energy.

"Why do you think I called, Swammy." I stated sarcastically, already at the kitchen and pulling a box of teabags from a cabinet. He strolled into the room, and sat over on the sofa, so I could see him over the counter.

"Do you want some tea? If so, what kind?"

"Catnip-kun please-kun!" And then, that's when I smiled slightly to myself. A sort of half smile. As I set up water in the kettle and set it to boil. Then I turned around and continued the conversation, leaning on the counter.

"So, you know why I called you?" I asked.

The frog was a bit hesitant to answer. His eyes wandered onto the floor. "Yess-kun."

"Well, I need some advice. And everyone might be comforting, but I need fucking relationship advice, the kind that I can only give myself, but there's not another Desi- thank god actually- and so I needed to see if I could find an expert when it came to these affairs. You're the only other one I could think of." His eyes brightened at that and Swammy's lips curled in a smile. All I could do was continue talking and pour out boiled water into a cup with a tea bag inside. "I mean, there's Pastery but he's already going for 'tough-love' and I appreciate it, but it's different to the kind of advice you give. Even though, you don't go out much and spend most of your time online."

"A compliment's a compliment, Desi-kun!" He said happily.

"Yeah, yeah," I dismissed. Maybe if I wasn't a Desi, I wouldn't have to hide the sense of happiness that rubbed off on me when good people around me were happy. It makes you just that little bit warmer.

"So what's the problem-chan?-"

"Well," I said. Talking too soon. Ugh, it's a habit. Now he's gonna think I'm gonna drone on for hours. "It's just, this whole Matt thing thing."

"I know," Came the reply. He sounded just like trying too hard to show me he was paying attention and there, but I wasn't dodged; Swammy gives excellent relationship advice for someone who hasn't been in a real relationship other than friendship.

"Well," I'm saying 'well' too much, fuck. "It's not like the whole thing that's going around anymore. I KNOW for fact now that he didn't cheat on me, I just - ughhhh." If I wasn't carrying a cup of catnip tea, and another of earl gray, I would be facepalming. I placed them onto the coffee table sitting between Swammy and I before sitting on the sofa across from him.

"I don't know if he's the one, but I want to be with him, and I want to see him, and I want this all to end and I don't want to be confused anymore." All of the sadness I'd exhibited the past few days was gone. It was all back to reacting with aggravation. "Long story short, Swammy," I looked up and at him. Just the way he leant forward and his head tilted slightly as he held the tea in his hand and sipped. He was listening intently. "I just, I don't know if this is one of those cases where I should stay with the other being or if I need to get over them." Now I got to ruffle my hair in aggravation.

These past few weeks I hadn't cared who saw me how, how I looked, what emotions I failed to conceal. I'd learned that sometimes it was okay to show everyone you were sentient and living. The right people won't judge you or care if you do. They'll help you out of it in their own way. Friends don't need big emotional secrets. There's no need to conceal what should be and often times is obvious.