Kids in Love

Chapter Twenty Five

I love you...

"You think I'm lying to you?" Was all that he said, his voice steady. I said yes, raising my chin in the air.

He seemed completely struck by my answer. The look of shock on his face could put a nun in a night club to shame. His hair was matted down to his forehead now and his mouth slightly open. He seemed speechless.

There was another moment of silence before Minho moved closer. I moved back, feeling slightly scared, but Minho didn't stop. He came towards me until he was just an inch away from me. Not expecting it, I gasped when he pushed me out of the way and went towards the door. He opened it, but turned to me before he left- an emotionless look on his face.

"Fine, believe what you want. Who am I to argue with you, Enzo." And- with that he was gone and the flinched at the sound of the door shutting behind him.

The minutes slid by slowly. The seconds ticked by like decades. I wanted to get out of here, I wanted to walk, I needed to be alone.

I'm some sort of a daydreamer. I often find it hard to concentrate and my mind wanders all the time. I've always been like this, which is why I'm so shy and lost in my own thoughts instead of socializing with people.

I breathed out shakily, walking away with just the dim, retreating rays of sun lighting the path since the street lights were yet to guide me. At first, my steps were heavy; shaking the foundation of the stoned walkway until leisurely and gradually they slowed and became lighter and lighter and lighter until they were no heavier than a bird's feather forcefully gliding on a path in the direction of the wind.

I went to a park that's near my house, usually it's the perfect spot to go to when I'm feeling down other than the library. As I was about to lean against one of the slides my friend Emma shouts at me.

"Enzo, why are you here? Everything okay?" She says with a concerned look on her face.

"Fine and dandy." I say with a sarcastic voice.

"You think he's going to hurt me, I know you heard the whole conversation we had at the library." I sigh.

"I think he already has."

"Emma..." I sigh.

"Look you're sitting here unsure of what to do because of him. You're doubting your own decisions, because of him. Don't let Minho turn you back into who you used to be, not when you were making such a good progress."

"I don't know, I'm scared and I feel like I'm not in control and that's driving me bonkers." I said void of emotion, this was seriously killing me inside.

"Talk to him, tell him how you feel." She smiles at me.

"But what should I say, I don't even know if he still wants to talk to me." I say while playing with the sand next to the slides.

"I don't know but just say what's on your mind to him. Have a conversation that when you walk away from him you've said everything you had to. Get angry, get mad, stomp around, cry, flip him off, forgive him, do whatever, but tell him everything because when you walk away this time — it's for good."

"Do you think it might work?" I doubt myself.

"A dreamer and a realist in a relationship together is probably the best of combination there is. You guys can do anything because you have the imagination and he knows the limits. When did we become thirteen-year-old know-it-all-girls?"

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I watched him as discreetly as possible. Not that it mattered though; I could be looking at him with binoculars and he still wouldn't notice. But I still watched as stealthy as I could. I watched him as he licked the top of his fingers every time he turned the page. I noticed how he would scratch his head when he encountered a word too big and flipped to the back of the book to see if there was any form of dictionary in the back and how when he would be reading something integral and get sidetracked by the pictures for five minutes.

I had to admit it, I had feelings for him and that was enough basis to prove that I needed to talk to him and tell him how I feel.

Me: 11:55am I need to talk to you, meet me in the library.

Minho: 11:55am What's there to talk about?

Me: 11:56am Us, see you in a jiffy.

12:15pm, to say I was nervous was an understatement. 'I have to do this' I kept telling myself, why would I lie to myself like that, I clearly love him and I just want to give him a chance.

"Hey." He waves at me.

"Hey." I smile at him.

"Err so what do you want to talk about?" He asks with a questioning face.

"Us!" I say without a doubt.

"Is there an US?" He says with curiosity.

"Hopefully there will be, just let me talk." I say while getting myself ready to open myself up to him.

"I know we've had our ups and downs, and I thought you were using me in the first place but I cannot stop thinking about you, about what you said to me, about how you made me feel when you kissed me sending shivers down my spine.  Minho I want to stay in this town, with my family and friends...enemies and go to the same school, walk the same streets, and kiss the same boy. Because I like routine and structure and losing those things hurt more than anything. And the fear of  you breaking my heart...frightens me, but I want you to be that boy I get to kiss, that boy I get to call late at night when I'm having nightmares and can't sleep, that boy that will make me smile no matter what, I want you to be mine."

"I promise that I will screw things up. I promise you that I will be less than attentive at times, I promise that my eyes will roam, I promise you babe that I will fuck shit up occasionally, that I will punch any guy looking at you and I will be possessive because that's who you felt in love with." He says and instantly presses his lips against mine.

"I love you." I whispered. And that was the moment I knew what I was going to do.

"Kiss me if I'm wrong but dinosaurs still exist right? He asks. I use my hands to cover up my face, I feel my cheeks staring to heat up. No! Stop! You stupid cheeks!

"So does this mean I get to call you babe, spoil you, and kiss you whenever I want to?" He asks while encircling his hands around my waist.

"Yep, and buy me food and hang out with my friends even though they don't like you." I smile at him.

"Anything for you babe, oh and can you read for me in French tonight? That's one of the reasons I fell in love with you." He says while slowly pecking my lips. I couldn't be happier, I was in a state of bliss.

"I love you Minho."

"I love you too Enzo"

THE END

OH MY WORD!!!!! THIS IS NO FREAKING JOKE!!! IT'S OVER!! AHHHHHHHHHHH I'M FREAKING OUT, I ACTUALLY DID IT!!

I'd like to thank my friends, thanks for your constructive criticism. I couldn't have done it without you homosapiens. ☺️

I'm going to miss writing this so much, I actually never thought of writing but I kinda liked it even tho it took forever for me to update but still...

I started a new book called "Blue and Destroy" if you guys could go and check it out it would be bananas. Also go and check my ig my username is enzo._.25. If don't then goodbye *waves and gives you food*

Qotd: "If you don't make mistakes, you're not working on hard enough problems. And that's a big mistake."
- Frank Wilcsek

So now it's officially over. I still can't believe it *sheds tear*

Lots of love and jelly tots

-Enzo ❤️