Sneaky Sneaky

Chapter 3: ...Yeah?

   Larry slipped of his Sanity Fall's shirt (which he wore really often) and threw it onto the floor carelessly. It's so fucking dumb but seeing him shirtless makes me go wild in my head. He's...ugh why is he so fucking hot? Not only is he an amazing person but he's a whole fucking meal too.
    Larry plopped onto his bed and laid back. I joined him, nervously. I'd slept in his bed every time I stayed over but...still makes me a bit flustered.
   "So uh...why do you like...think you've had that dream so much?" He asked. I shrugged.
   "I hate it though. It's like one minute I'm all normal and shit then BAM!! I'm mangled," I sighed.
   It was quiet for a few moments. I looked over to Larry.
   "I...really hate that you have those stupid nightmares so often man. I'm so sorry... Like...I wanna stop them but...I can't..." He mumbled sadly. My expression softened.
   "Larry...it's okay. It's not your fault. Trust me I wish they'd go away too but...don't apologize," I smiled softly despite my prosthetic covering it.
   "I just...I care about you a lot bro," he began, "and I want you to have nice dreams...I bet they fuck you up...I want you to have sweet dreams. I'm...I sound weird right now," he frowned.
   "No...you're fine. They don't bother me that much since...I can talk to you about them. Having friends to vent to helps a lot. Having friends help a lot. You're doing the best you can man. You've done a lot for me already." Silence again. Not awkward though. Just...thoughtful. I continued.
   "I like that you care about me so much. The feeling is definitely mutual." Should I say it? ...Fuck it man.
   "Well...maybe not," I finished. Larry's face twisted in confusion.
   "What do you mean?" He asked. I bit my lip. I'm scared. Very. Terrified. But...I've been more scared. I can do this. I can. I took a deep breath.
   "I care...about you more than a friend. You...I...I'll be blunt...I love you. Not as a brother as...'I-wanna-kiss-you-and snuggle-and-marry-you' kind of love. And...I'm sorry if that's weird but I do. I just hope you don't hate me." My chest was so tight. I felt like I was melting. His slack jaw and speechlessness didn't help either. Suddenly, his expression softened.
   "...Yeah?" He asked with a nervous smile.
I nodded, gulping.
   I jumped as I felt his felt his warm arms wrap around and squeeze me.
   "Oh my god I'm--this is so unreal I-- I can't believe you feel the same I...I love you too..." he swooned. I let out a chuckle and hugged him back, letting him rock me a bit. He...wow. I...I'm so fucking happy right now. Suddenly he lifted my prosthetic, and almost shoved it back down, but I felt warm, soft lips on mine, and decided against it. I melted into the kiss happily, wrapping my arms around his neck. Oh my god...
   He slowly pulled away and fixed my prosthetic back to its place.
   "I'm sorry I just...I had to," he gushed. I rested my head on his chest.
  "It's okay," I assured him, "I liked it...a lot." I heard him snicker and sigh.
   Safe to say...I was glad I snuck out that night. Even though I got grounded like never before (we fell asleep and slept through school and my dad thought I was kidnapped) it was honestly the best night of my entire life.