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(This has been written in lemons POV) I couldn't even remember the last time someone managed to make me laugh so hard, the way your awkward story just spilled out with the faces you made always managed to make my stomach hurt in a matter of seconds. You had always enjoyed making people laugh, especially when they felt sad. You had always been there for people when they needed you most and that's just what caught my attention.
You could've left, we were just strangers after all. But with each passing moment I grew to enjoy and appreciate your company more than anyone else.
By the end of the 30 mins, I didn't want you to leave, I wanted to lay my head on your lap and have you run your soft and slender fingers through my hair as we forgot about classes and all our daily troubles. But responsibilities always come to bite you in the ass, and with a calling Teru, you left to work on your school president duties. Leaving my wild heart and swirling head to reminisce the feeling of you next to me.
The next time we met, you were sweet, you smelt of cinnamon and had a hot cup of chocolate in one hand. You offered me a sip even, not thinking much of it rather than a friendly gesture. Friends do that, right? Alas my loud thoughts couldn't stop singing love songs, watching you laugh without a worry in the world as you laughed with friends, unaware of the indirect kiss that sent my heart haywire.
"Friends, were just friends. But friends don't look at eachother like we do."
For the fourth time that week, I was sat on Teru's bed, ranting and venting about all these weird emotions.
"Man, I don't know." He said sarcastically, not letting his eyes wander from the history book that we were supposed to be revising together. "Maybe it is just a friendship and you're just weird."
He laughed, and I couldn't help but chuckle.
"Whatever," I hummed. "I'll go ask your brother who clearly has more experience with love than you ever will."
He knew I was joking, which was why he laughed before finally turning to me.
"If you like her so much, why not ask her out?" He questioned, as if asking someone out would be easier done than said.
Where would I find the courage to ask a girl that I've only known for less than two months if she would like to go on a date, with me out of all people. Teru minamoto's best friend, the school's princes' best friend.
It's not like I was usually self conscious, but with a friend like him you tend to get left in his shadow.
"So they just started appearing? Out of nowhere?"
Teru inspected the small heart shaped rock. Smooth and blue, cold to the touch, and as I shook my sleeves more small stones tumbled out, hitting the cold tile classroom floor like pennies before scattering off underneath desks and chairs.
"Weird huh?" I laughed nervously, not really knowing what to do at this point.
"Odd." He hummed, inspecting one. "I'll try to see what they are, for now avoid dropping too many."
Once again, easier said than done.
School days would pass by slowly, each day having to wear long sleeves to catch the falling heart rocks and to avoid looking suspicious. And as more days went by, the less we talked. Our interactions becoming short and rigid in fear of the small, growing number of stones that would appear when around you.
At times I thought you hated me, you having been the one who would end conversations short with excuses to leave. But maybe it was better that way, maybe it would calm the stones even.
After all, who would want Teru minamoto's shadow.
Bags under my eyes began to grow each passing day, the duty of getting home to clean out my bag full of small heart stones having become tiring at this point. Who knew such small stones could weigh so much.
However, one day when trying to clean out my bag in school (having become too heavy) I couldn't help but notice a small heart stone left by my desk. Yet, it wasn't blue, it was red.
It sat peaceful and haunting at the same time, since when were my stones blue?
Picking up the cold stone, I inspected it, only for my eyes to catch a timid figure in the class doorway.
When our eyes met, I swear all air left my body. It's like you continued to steal my little hearts.
So when you smiled, wiggled you're arms around and allowed the small, red heart stones to fall out of your long sleeves, my heart couldn't help but burst at the sight.
"You?" I started, almost out of words already. "You have them too?"
A small laugh flooded out through your rosy lips, a small nod being given to me as my answer.
And that's when I knew.
All these feelings.
All these moments.
All the times we shared indirect kisses and almost held hands and bathed in each other's presence.
