"Ah shit!" Bert groaned. "I'm sorry," I muttered a bunch of times.
I was currently stitching up his leg. "No, it's fine," he shook his head at me. I figured one way to ease the pain for him would be to distract him, and what better way than to tell him how I feel. Nothing like asking a guy out while there's three dead assholes around you.
"Hey, umm. We need to talk. About the whole you being into me thing," I started. "Right, you're not into me. I get it. It was completely inappropriate of me to say that," Bert started.
"I'm sorry I-" "I like you too, okay," I cut him off. "Wait what?" His eyes widened and his cheeks and nose were tinted red. "I. Like. You." I said like I was spelling it out for a child. "Right," Bert got really quiet and I had a small smile on my face.
"You really like me?" He asked again. "Yes, I do," I rolled my eyes at how cute he was acting. "Can I kiss you?" He asked. "You don't have to ask, but yes, you can," And when I said that he grabbed the back of my neck and pulled me in.
I don't know about sparks, but it sure as hell felt the feeling of putting ice on your face once you've been slapped. It felt like that satisfying feeling of drinking water after brushing your teeth. It felt unusual and different, but I liked it. A lot. Fuck this butterflies I've read about, I felt a whole damn zoo going wild in my stomach.
My hands instinctively went up to his hair and he pulled away. "Damn, that felt amazing," he whispered. To me or to himself, I didn't know yet I smiled. "Wait, so I get to do that everyday?" He asked. "Yeah you idiot," I laughed.
He muttered something to himself before turning to me. "So... does this mean you're my girlfriend?" He asked. "If you want me to be," I shrugged but I knew he did. "Yeah, yeah definitely. So, since I'll feel like a dickead if I don't ask you properly, will you be my girlfriend?" He asked. "Yeah. Obviously, haven't I made that clear?" I asked.
"Still," Bert reasoned. "It's getting late now. I'm going to bed. Unless you wanna do something else?" He suggested. "Oh fuck off," I smacked him across the head. "Ehh, worth a try," He grinned before walking off.
Maybe it was better that I didn't ignore how I felt this once. I fell asleep and as expected, I didn't have a nightmare this time either.
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Nyx Anora
Teen Fiction"What are we doing? Really. What-what is this?" "I'm sorry, I don't know," "Exactly. We don't know. I don't know you, you don't know me. What is this then?" "...I-" "You don't know."
