Love Is Needed - A Laurance x Ro'Meave!Reader

Chapter 33, Welcome home

Y/F/C= Your Favourite Colour

Y/N's POV:

It was now the evening after the day with the situation with Cadenza, and Laurance was still in my hospital room, with me. This would actually be my last night in this room and thank Irene for that because I was quite honestly getting quite annoyed with its colours and was starting to miss my Y/F/C coloured walls. We were currently in a "serious conversation" as Laurance called it, but it was really just him trying to find out if I have a crush on anyone, which of course, happened to be on the guy standing in front of me. He was now wearing a plain white tee, and the worst, yet best, part of that is that his shirt let me see muscles I hadn't realized were there before. I was seriously trying not to stare, but it was hard. 

"Sooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo, who is it?" He said, making me look away from my hands that were placed in my lap

"Who is what?" I ask, having stopped paying attention a while ago

"The lucky fella you have a crush on." He said, smirking

"How do you even know I like someone? Maybe I don't."

"Oh please, I know you like the back of my hand. In fact," he said, edging closer to me, making sure he can whisper in my ear, "I know you better than most." He goes back to his original place on the boring hospital bed and just stares, waiting for a reaction. 

He got none, or so he thought. The sun was setting and gave everything in the room, including him and I, a pinkish hue, which helped hide the massive blush creeping up my face, keeping his awaited reaction of mine, hidden from his eyes.

"I-i don't want to tell you," I say

"So there IS someone?" He asks, clearly intrigued, while placing his elbow on his knee and  his cheek on his elbow, looking up at me

"I mean, I guess..."

"Great. It is now my mission, as your bestest friend of friends, to find out who it is."

"Good luck..." I say

"Hey, Laurance?" I ask

"Yes?"

"What is going on between you and Gene?"

He pauses all movement for a moment, and just looks down, his brown hair falling into his eyes. He looks back up, this time at the ceiling and pushes the hair out of his face. He looked cute. As always. But while I was unconscious he had changed. He looked...more mature than the last time I had seen him, which was only a quick glance before all went black for 6 months. I look back at him and realize he's staring at me, while I was staring at him. I shift and so does he, realizing he'd been staring. It goes awkward, but only for a moment. He smiles slightly at me, reassuring me.

"What is going on between me and Gene is that I've been really mad at him. As I believe you can tell with the way I punched him the other day."

"Ah yes, great punch. But isn't there more to the story?"

"Yes, but now is not the time for stories about Gene being Gene."

"How about you?" I ask

"What about me?" He questions

"Well, as we both know, I just ended my 6 most intriguing months of my life, so what did you during that time?"

"Besides being worried sick for you, crying, trying to keep looking fabulous even though I felt like crap, punching Gene and trying to catch up with my missed classes?"

I nod slowly.

"Meh, mostly just sit at the football field after school and mope around, stare at Garroth, who somehow had more energy than me, and thinking about stuff."