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You were seventeen, a few days from eighteen, and you and some of the others were planning on leaving the academy. Each of you were ready for a life in the outside world, considering your adoptive father kept you all restricted to the house - save for the dozens of missions you had to go on. You were barely allowed to play in the yard, only have half an hour a week, and suddenly you were preparing for a journey to the outside world - a world you hardly knew.
Now you were on Klaus' bed, sitting across from him and playing the hand slap game. "I got you that time!" He laughed, his hands barely grazing yours as you pull them away.
You cover his mouth, shushing him, "They're gonna hear us." Klaus smiled against your hand before licking it, causing you to pull it away, "Klaus!" You threw your head back in laughter, wiping your hand on his clothed knee. He watched you, smiling as the lights of his Christmas lights illuminated across your skin, bringing a twinkle to your eyes.
Klaus' feelings for you weren't complicated nor a secret. You two had this beautiful more than friendships built of support, trust, understand, and love. Lots and lost of love, and everyone could see it. You had become important in Klaus' life, being his personal therapist and the person to keep up with his antics. He couldn't imagine a day without you, "Ben says we should stick together."
"No I didn't." Ben quickly followed, leaning against his brother's closed door.
A small smirk made its way to your lips as you looked at the curly headed teen, "I always was his favorite."
"She's right," Ben agreed, causing Klaus to glare at him.
"He says I was his favorite," he lies, smoothly scooting himself closer to you so that your knees touched.
You scoffed, "It's not healthy to lie so much."
"Who says I wanted to be healthy, " you smiled widely at him, a breathy laugh slipping passed your lips. Klaus gripped your hand hesitantly, tracing the lines of your palm as he spoke, "Do you think we'll see each other after this?"
"Yeah," you shrug, "I mean why wouldn't we?"
"I don't know," his eyes were trained dog his fingers, watching them move over your soft skin, "Aren't we all running from our past?" He finally looked up at you, eyes glossed over and his voice small as he spoke, "We're our pasts."
"I'd like to think you were going to be in my future." you smiled at him cheekily, causing a bright shade of red to surface on his pale skin. Your hand moved to him face, thumb brushing over his cheek as you say, "You blush too much"
"Only when I'm around you." Klaus countered, fiddling with his thumbs as he avoided eye contact.
Now it was your turn to blush. You pulled your hand away from him, dropping it onto your lap. The corner of your lips turned upwards into a lopsided smile. "Maybe Ben's right" you began, tucking a piece of hair behind your ear, exposing the shade a red he brought to your cheeks, "we should stick together."
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I had this whole 'you left hand in hand, taking the next step in both your life and relationship' but everytime I wrote it it didn't seem right.
