Why do I love you (CxR)

Boyfriend

(Inspiration: Short text convo I thought of)
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"C/N!" I yell, running after the (C/H/C) boy. Once I get to him, I put one hand on his shoulder and pause to breathe. He stops moving to help me catch my breath.

"Hey, (Y/N)." He says calmly, as if I didn't just run to talk to him.

If you couldn't tell by now, I have a huge crush on (C/N), even though he barely sees me as a friend.

"What's up?" I say, still panting as we start walking again. Trying hold a conversation with (C/N) is practically impossible. Either; my friends come and interrupt us, his friends come and interrupt us, he gets caught up in sports (or something else), or we have to go to class.

"Nothing much." Thats a nothing thing about (C/N). He never asks how anyone else is doing. He just answers and then you have to move on.

"What do you have this morning?" He turns to me with a curious expression planted on his face.

Taken aback by him asking me what I have, I stop dead in my tracks and look at him, confusion filling my face.

Is stare at him. His eyes don't hold the playful expression they usually do. Which is odd since the only time they leave is when something happens to someone he cares about. And he doesn't care about me, and even if he did, nothing has happened to me.

"Did you just ask me something about my day?" I say, a little too skeptical.

"What's wrong with me asking something about your day?" He questions, genuinely confused.

"You..." I pause to think of what words to use. "You never ask anyone anything. That's what's wrong." I finally say. He stares at me, his mouth slightly open.

"I..." he starts, "have to go! School is gonna start soon!" He says, sprinting into the distance. I don't bother running after him. I just walk to the school.

I check my phone 'It's only 7:45.' I think to myself.

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(C/N's POV)

Even though I don't want to admit it, Y/N was right. I never ask people stuff about them. I always answer and then we move on. Especially when it comes to (Y/N) because she and I aren't really friends. We just talk. We don't hang out or anything. We use each other. We talk when there's no one else to talk to.

I don't know why I asked what she had. I've been doing it a lot, now that I think about it. I've been asking people stuff about them. It's just weird.

"(C/N)~" I heard a guy chant. I snap out of my thoughts and turn to see (C/F/N). My friend. "You thinking of (Y/N)?" He asks. (C/F/N) thinks that I like (Y/N). Why? He says that she's 'an exception'. He says I get snappy in the morning, which I do, and that I only talk to her and himself, which I do. I talk to her because she isn't like the other girls that want to be with me because I'm popular. I don't like her for that, I just respect that she understands that I'm still just a normal guy.

"No." I reply to his question coldly.

"Ok, ok." He puts his hands up. "I get it." He keeps his hands up for a moment longer before returning them to his sides.

We start walking and talking about the upcoming sport events when I guy I don't recognize approaches me.

"Hey, do you mind if I talk to (C/N) real quick" he says to (C/F/N). (C/F/N) nods and goes to his locker.