Eggsy Unwin

Confession

“Tell me something you’ve always wanted to tell me.”

Your phone buzzed and lit up, catching your attention. You glanced at the clock, 10:58 PM. And although for some, the night was still young, you, who could certainly count the number of true friends she had with one hand, wondered about who would want something from you at that hour. Shifting your attention from the unfinished work on your computer, you pressed the button on your phone which screen had now dimmed to black.

“Tell me something you’ve always wanted to tell me.”

Eggsy, the contact read. Gary, or Eggsy, Unwin had been your friend for years, even if you don’t count the years he’s been MIA from your life. You’ve been with him before he lost his way, before the stolen cars, before his stepfather’s abuse. You were one of the people who stood by him, letting him cry his frustrations out and also one of the few who stayed when he suddenly disappeared after a huge dispute between him and his abusive stepfather. You were never really angry at him (although the thought did cross your mind a couple of times) for leaving without a word, as you thought you didn’t need him as much as he needed you. You also reassured yourself that he would come back, as that’s just the type of person he was. And true enough, one summer morning, there was a knock on your door, a lad with a charming smile on your porch, and a bouquet of lovely carnations on his arm. Instantly, you forgot how deep inside, you almost wanted to not forgive him.

“Are you drunk?” You replied, knowing it was out of character for him to text you something in that nature, and also knowing that his favorite princess recently just got engaged to an equally charming prince. Although Eggsy and Princess Tilde never met again after spending the night together, you had a feeling that deep inside, he always longed for her to come looking for him. “She isn’t worth it, Eggsy.”

“Haha, it’s nothing serious, love. :)” 

Maybe it was just a British thing but he seems to like calling you a number of seemingly affectionate pet names which you really don’t know how to react to or much less to deal with, not being British by blood yourself. At this point, though, you were used to your heart jumping a little bit whenever he calls you by anything aside from your name or whenever he throws his arms over your shoulders.

“Don’t be out too late. Michelle will worry.”

“Tell me something you’ve always wanted to tell me.”

You tapped your nails on the table. Seems like you can’t get away without giving him an answer. You contemplated on what to say as you glanced at the clock. 11:11 PM. You sighed deeply and began typing.

“I can’t remember how many times I caught myself staring at my digital clock, waiting for 11:11 just to be able to wish for you.”

Your thumb hovered over the send button for a solid minute before you grew big enough balls to hit send. You glanced at the clock once more, 11:13 PM. You rocked yourself on your chair in an effort to calm your nerves. When it didn’t work, you got up and started pacing. ‘Oh god, that was totally a confession. Why did I write that? I could’ve said something totally platonic instead!’  You mentally cursed yourself for finally being unable to contain your romantic feelings from your friend. It’s true, you’ve liked him for quite a while now. He used to be just a happy crush whose presence you appreciated, but recently, you discovered that it may be more than that. When did it start, you wonder? Maybe ever since he showed up on your porch in a pressed suit with that goddamn grin and those gorgeous flowers. He just looked so goddamn handsome, and having known him for quite some time already, his getup caught you off-guard. He never really wore proper clothes like that and he just cleaned up so goddamn well. You stayed in love with him even after he told you about all of his escapades while you two sat on the porch on that same day, the wildest one (in his opinion) being the time he fucked Tilde in the ass. Of course, that part broke your heart a little, but he just looked so fucking proud of himself that you started to feel proud of him too. After all, it seemed like his life was finally turning around. A job, a house, and a maybe-girlfriend. You honestly couldn’t possibly be any happier for him. When you still haven’t heard your ringtone, you glanced at the clock once more. 11:15 PM. Really? It seemed as if eons had already passed.