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Chapter 6

By the time Steven got back home from his date with Johnny his mother was calling him in for dinner. He spent the meal smiling secretively towards his plate, moving the quickly cooling food around with his fork. Betty tried to ask her son about his day but any answer she got was vague and distracted. Either way, he seemed happy so she gave up.
Once he'd eaten an adequate amount, Steven eagerly retreated to his bedroom to check his phone for any new texts from Johnny. However, when he opened up his ancient flip phone, he had no new notifications. Disappointed, he turned instead to his laptop, opening tumblr.
His eye caught on the little envelope symbol at the top right hand of the page, lit up with a small white "2." Steven felt a small jolt of excitement and curiosity, wondering what sort of message he'd received. When he clicked through he found the promised two messages from an anon, reading:
i think i like you
like really really like you
Steven's heart seemed to flutter in his chest, a dull ache behind his ribcage as a wide smile broke across his face. He quickly found Johnny's blog and sent him a message on anon.
i may or may not really really like you too
Within moments his phone started to sound out. He grabbed it and flipped it open, asking "Hello?"
"You know those things are supposed to be anonymous."
"You're not very good at anonymous," Steven told Johnny wryly.
"And you're not very decisive," Johnny replied. "Do you or don't you?"
"Don't I what?" Steven teased.
"Declare your undying love for me," Johnny reminded him.
"Oh, that one! It depends, have you found any more evidence to support your own theory?"
"I'm finding it all the time," Johnny told him, a smile in his voice. After a moment of fond silence Johnny commanded, "Come outside."
"What?" Steven asked, taken aback.
"Come outside," the younger boy repeated.
"Are you... here?" Steven tried to look out his bedroom window to the street below but the angle was wrong.
Rather than reply, Johnny hung up the phone. Steven rushed downstairs, pulling open the front door. He felt more confusion as he looked around at the empty space in front of his home. He stepped out onto the sidewalk cautiously, looking for any sign of Johnny.
Suddenly, a pair of arms grabbed him from behind and he was being pulled to the side of a very amused Johnny.
"What are you doing here?" Steven exclaimed.
"Shh," Johnny silenced him, going so far as to put a finger against Steven's lips. "Have you decided?"
"What?" Steven tried to ask around Johnny's hand.
"Have you decided? Y'know... If you like me."
Steven's smile spread under Johnny's finger which he promptly pulled away in exchange for Johnny's own lips. He held the back of Johnny's neck, pulling him in for a short kiss. When he went to pull away, Johnny wrapped his arms back around Steven's waist, bringing him close again and deepening the kiss.
When Steven returned to his room what felt like hours later he felt giddy and weightless. He flopped back onto his bed, his fingers ghosting over his now sore lips, pulling into a dazed smile. Beside him, his phone let out a short sound. He pulled it open to read a new text from Johnny, reading
you never did give me a straight answer, you problematic fave
Steven let out a soft laugh, typing out a reply.
yeah but im YOUR problematic fave ;)