After a while he looks over at me grinning. “What’s wrong?”, I ask him. We spent the last few minutes cuddling and I thought about our relationship and if we maybe took things too fast. I mean, I helped him get off and we’re not even boyfriends yet. Maybe I should change that? But what if he says no?

“Arda? You alright? Hello, someone home?”

I look at him, blushing lightly.

Argh, what’s wrong with me?! I’m supposed to be the tough guy.

“I just remembered the face you made recently. You know, back at the hospital.”, I lick my lips.

“Yummy.”

He scratches his head. Come on, I made it obvious! I decide to help his memory a little.

“Dazed eyes as green as the deepest forest, tousled black hair incredible soft and still so shiny, half closed lids and opened mouth, head tossed back, exposing a beautiful slender throat…”

“Stop it!”, he shouts, interrupting me with red cheeks and panicked eyes.

“Oh? Do you remember now?”, I ask, looking at him with a mix of innocence and expectation. “God, I can’t say if you’re teasing me or if you’re just being oblivious.”, he grumbles.

Oblivious? Me? I snicker. “What do you mean?”, I wonder. “Did I do something wrong?”

Looking at him nervously, I decide that I really like his helpless expression and that I maybe should stop teasing him if I want our relationship to lead somewhere.

Guess I’ll start with that tomorrow.

“Didn’t you want to tell me something a few minutes ago?”

“Oh, right, yeah, uhm… so, I don’t wanna say that your room is too small or something like that and be impolite, but it is and I don’t know where I should sleep… I mean I could bring a mattress from home or we could use blankets to make a bed for me on the floor but there’s not enough space so I wondered… uhm, if I’m maybe? Supposed to sleep with you, you know, like, in your bed?”, he rambles.

“I’ll gladly sleep with you”, I smirk, causing his face to turn crimson again.

He sputters “That’s not what I mean! I really meant sleeping like, literally sleeping and not fooling around.” he grumbles.

“You think doing things with me is foolish?”, I ask, pretending to be crestfallen (and stupid XD). Concluding from his reactions towards my touch, he surely wouldn’t mind getting intimate (again) anytime soon.

“No! No, I didn’t mean like it’s a bad thing, I wouldn’t say it’s foolish, I mean like, you know, fool around?” It’s silent for a moment. “So, you don’t think it’s foolish to fool around. You also wouldn’t mind having sex with me? Right now, at this moment?”

He groans. “Is that all you ever think about?”, he asks me with raised brows. “Just for the record, it was YOU who got off and fell asleep directly after.”, I crossed my arms and flopped back onto the bed.

“Someday I’ll figure out when you’re being sarcastic or joking. I swear. Even if it takes me a hundred years.”

“Well, your plan has only one flaw. Okay, who am I kidding, it has many flaws, but I really want to know what gave you the impression of you and me being a permanent thing? Or even a thing to begin with? And believe me, I’m pretty flexible when it comes to making jokes and teasing.”

“So you’re flexible?” he asks, grinning smugly. “Yep. I can always find another partner.” I smirk. You may learn to counter my attacks through time, but I’m still your Master my little disciple. I may have to switch methods, but as long as you blush adorable while stuttering nonsense, it really is worth my while.

He groans, carefully laying down on top of me.

“You wouldn’t.”, he pouts.

He’s right. I wouldn’t, at least not yet. But I don’t have to tell him as much.

“You sure I wouldn’t? I would watch out if I were you. I may not want to take you back should you fuck up bad enough.”

“Maybe I wouldn’t want to come back anyway? And who says that you would be the one leaving me and not the other way around?” He looks at me with big, gooey eyes and slightly flushed cheeks. I have to hold back laughter at his attempt of being threatening. It’s just too adorable!

“Just take a look at the mirror, little one.” I say, grabbing my phone to take a picture of him.

“Hey! What are you doing!”, he shouts angrily. He’s about as intimidating as a little kitten.

Oh, wouldn’t that be a great nickname? I’ll leave that one for later I think. For now I stick with shoving the picture I took in his face.

“Hmm, I don’t know how seriously I can take a speech about you leaving me when you look like this.”, I grin. He grumbles and snuggles his face in the crook of my neck.

“I just have to practice a little more and I’ll be fine.”

“Wait, you practiced?”, I laugh.

“Uhm, no?” he says.

“I didn’t practice, I mean why would I? I had no reasons to counter anyone back than…”

Mhm, of course you hadn’t. I’m beginning to think that his little crush lasted a little longer than I originally thought it did.

“Uhm, Damian? How long exactly do we know each other?”, I ask him.

“We met in the first year of middle school. We were in different classes, but had PE and art together. We didn’t really talk that much back than. The first time we were in the same class was first year of high school ‘til now.”

I didn’t correct him this time, wondering how his English can be so terrible if it’s his first language, which I’m pretty sure it is. Maybe he’s just nervous.

I never noticed him back in middle school. Sure, we probably talked now and then, maybe we even got along but I don’t know, I don’t remember.

The first time I really noticed him was a few weeks into the first year of high school.

It was a completely normal, boring day until this idiot had the guts to fucking shove me down the freakishly long stairs. It hurt like hell, because we were almost at the top of the stairs and it was a long way down. Or in my case, a rather short but hurtful trip. So, I would have been just fine with an apologize and maybe a visit at the nurse’s, but this ignorant jock just turned a blind eye and didn’t even bother asking if I’m alright.

I mean I know he was one of the well-off, popular kids and I’m just some random emo dude, but isn’t it bad for his popularity to just turn away? I thought I’d never know, but years later it turns out he really didn’t notice. And also that he doesn’t mind that I’m a freak and he, like, the prince of school? Okay, maybe not the prince but one of his knights. Never mind.

After that, I kinda knew of his existence. We got paired up a few times, we’d talk to each other eventually and I always had to watch my mouth.

When he finally convinced me (unconsciously) that he wasn’t as bad as I made him out to be, he run me over in a basketball match. And guess what? He didn’t halt. He didn’t look if I’m alright, he didn’t apologize after the game either. Sure, it wasn’t as bad as the incident with the stairs, but it still hurt.

And not only physically, but also emotionally.

He was always so nice to everyone, well, at least except me. The freak, I thought.

And then he was being nice again, talking to me normally. What’s wrong with the guy?!

I didn’t forgive him again and became snarky towards him, I even embarrassed him once or twice as a revenge. At least it made me feel a little better.

But then, the other day, I snapped. I just saw red, stuffed the stupid sock in his mouth.

I never said I wasn’t petty.

At least it worked out in the end.