"What makes you happy?"
The air between them shifted uncomfortably. Smii7y pulled his sleeves over his fists, wrapping his arms around his stomach with a sigh. Pushing his feet of the floor, he felt the swing start to move. The creaking could break the fragile silence.
You, he thought, almost wanting to say it but being too afraid to do so. It was almost taboo to talk about their feelings, but now, they were away from their busy lives. Hidden from the false masks they wore in front of others. Here, they were alone.
He shrugged.
The brows on John's face wrinkled distastefully, unpleasantly. He took a long drag of his cig and breathed it out slowly. "There has to be something, someone. What makes you happy, Smii7y?"
His name tasted sweet on the other's lips. He still couldn't say the truth. "I don't know man, music, games? I don't think I've found it yet, my happiness, I mean."
That seemed to satisfy John, who leaned backwards and let his swing rock gently. Quietly, he let out another puff of smoke.
"You know what's my happiness? Spending time with people I love. You. Our crew. Everyone in that house right now." John's smile shined brighter than the stars, igniting a deep rooted ache in his chest.
"I love you, homie."
He knew better than to hope, instead letting a soft smile crack through.
"Love you too." He echoed hollowly.
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One-Shots
FanfictionThese are some one shots that have made it past my one year of scrutiny, those who escaped the purge of my drafts. The ones whom I find display a hint of what i wish my writing to become. The ones with substance. I hope you would give it a try. Ship...
