a melancholy crush

trust

Zak took another bite out of his chicken wing as he set the food down on his desk, setting up his computer. He had no choice; Darryl wouldn't stop spamming his DMs telling him to get on.

As soon as he loaded up teamspeak he was immediately moved.
"Bad, what's up?" Zak asked, mouth full of deliciousness. And of course, he was greeted with nothing but screams coming from Darryl.
"Skeppy! Get on my server right now!"
"Why?" Hesitantly, he opened up minecraft and logged onto the server.
"Remove all of this. Now."
"What are you talking about?" Zak said, swallowing the chicken. "Where?"
"Where do you think?! KitPVP!" the man screamed, leaving nothing but more questions for the boy.
"Okay... Oh, Jesus Christ! Why would you do this to your own server?" As soon as he joined, all he could see was lava, TNT and a ruined spawn. His KitPVP map had fallen into complete and utter destruction.
"I didn't do this!" Darryl screamed.
"Then who did?"
"Did you not do it?" the man asked, rage evident in his voice.
"Huh? Why would I do this?!"
"Because it's always you who does this!"

Zak silenced. He gulped, searching the schematics for a back-up. None.

"Skeppy? Was this you or not!?" he screamed again. Stop with the screaming, he thought. It hurts.
"Do you not trust me?" Zak mumbled, not bothering to grab another wing.
"Not after all the trolling you've done, Skeppy."
"Really? Do you not trust me at all?" Zak asked sadly.
"Fine. Yes, I do trust you, you muffin. So did you not do this to my server?" No answer. Silence. "Skeppy?"
"Do you really trust me?" he eventually asked, little hope in his sad little voice.
"I just said I trust you!"
Zak whined, pulling his sleeve down his hand and resting his chin on it. "I don't believe you." He pouted.
"Skeppy, I trust you more than anything!"
"Do you trust me with your life?" the boy asked, practically begging for a yes with that tempting adorableness.
"Well, maybe not that–"
"So you don't trust me then," he whined once more. Darryl sighed.
"Yes, Skeppy. I trust you with my life. I trust you so much, you fluffy muffin, okay?"
"You don't trust me enough," he said sadly.
"Yes I do, Skeppy! Do you not trust me?"
"But do you love me?" Zak suddenly asked, immediately falling back in his chair and covering his face with his sleeves. Blushing heavily, Zak tried to recollect himself. He muted his mic to nervously giggle before unmuting it again.
"Why are you asking–"
"Because I love you, Bad."
There was silence as Darryl obviously hesitated.
"You love me? What do you mean, you love me?" the man asked with his soft voice, as sweet as muffins.
"I love you, Bad."
"Wait, wait... Stop joking around," Darryl told him with a semi-awkward laugh. Zak took a deep breath, grinning like crazy to himself, then folded his lips to hold in his smile. "You love me?" the man repeated.
Zak unmuted his mic and sadly whined like a puppy. Darryl was audibly taken aback.
"Skeppy? A-are you okay?" he asked, a smile heard in his voice.
"No," the boy complained, pouting.
"What's wrong?"
"I need your love and attention," he mumbled as he whined again, throwing himself back in his chair and shutting his eyes tight. The pout could be heard in his adorable voice.
Darryl was silent. Then he spoke.
"Skeppy, I'll give you your love and attention once you help me fix my server."
He whined once more. "But I want it now..."

"No, Skeppy! You don't deserve it yet!" the man softly said, a smile heard in his voice. Giving up, Zak grabbed another chicken wing and took a bite.
"Okay, Bad."
He then went on teamspeak and messaged every MunchyMC admin he could find, asking if they had a back-up for KitPVP.
"Skeppy, are you sure you didn't do this to my server?" Darryl randomly questioned him as he searched for a back-up.
"I thought you trusted me," he replied matter-of-factly.
"I do trust you, you muffin."
Zak grinned.
"So you know I didn't do that to your server, then."
"Fine. I believe you."
"Oh! Bad, Bad! Bad!" Zak suddenly shouted excitedly.
"What, Skeppy?"
"I found someone who has a back-up!"
"Oh! Tell them to come on quick and fix it all!"
"Okay." Zak messaged them rapidly, 'ok come qucik quick quxik bad wants u now to fix server ok thanks.'
"When can they fix it?" Darryl asked. Zak swallowed his wing.
"In a minute."
"Okay, that's good."
More silence. The silence had started to become more frequent, and it felt oddly comforting to be silent together.
"Thank you, Skeppy," the man said to break the silence.
"Hmm? For what?"
"For helping me just now."
"Oh, it's fine. I'll help you whenever you need me."
Darryl smiled warmly. "Really?"
"Of course. I love you!"
"Y-you what?" the man muttered, his heart skipping a beat.
Zak grinned, pulling his sleeves down once again and leaning his chin on his hand.
"Give me my love and attention now," he said with a smile.
"S-Skeppy... Why do you keep saying you love me?" Darryl questioned hesitantly.
"Because I do love you."
More silence. Skeppy grinned, and then cried out loud while throwing his head back. "Bad!" he whined.
"What, you muffin?"
"Give me my love and attention!" Zak screamed, not helping but to burst into adorable laughter afterwards.
"Fine. I... I love you, Skeppy."
"Do you really love me?" he asked cheekily, grinning.
"Yes, I love you. You're my little fluffy muffin and if we ever meet, I'll give you a hug."
"Really? You'll give me a hug?"
"If you want me to."
The boy cutely giggled, covering his face with his sleeve paws.
"I need a hug, Bad. Right now."
"I would give you a hug if you became my roommate."
Skeppy grinned excitedly.
"I'll move tomorrow."
"Wait, what? Seriously? Tomorrow?"
He giggled. "Yeah. I'm coming to you, Bad. I need a hug."
"Do you really need a hug that badly?"
"Yes. I love you, Bad. I love you and I need your hugs."
Darryl softly chuckled. "Okay. Well, I'm getting the room ready for tomorrow so you better be being serious."
"No, Bad, I'm being 100% serious right now."
Zak muted his mic so he could giggle, his heart racing.
"Good. Remember I love you, my little fluffy muffin."
"Thank you," Zak muttered.
"For what?"
"For trusting me."