"What did you mean?"

"What? I- uh-" Words are hard, dude, don't go harsh on me for that blunder.

"When you said you liked me. What did you mean?"

    What the fuck am I supposed to say? That I think you're gorgeous and my favorite person and I'd like to kiss you forever??? That sounds like an awful idea.

    I took a deep breath. "I like you, Angel. Maybe it's fast, or dumb, but I do really, really like you- romantically, if that's the right word for it." Angel smiled softly, and leaned over to whisper in my ear, "I like you too, Mawce. I liked you the minute I saw you." 

   My brain froze. What. The. Hell. Angel liked me from the time he met me? I mean, I also did, like Angel, I mean, not me- but I never thought he'd even like me back, much less from that time. I assumed when he'd kissed me that he was just fucking with me, or 'experimenting' because he knew I was gay or whatever, not that he might have meant it. 

    Angel interrupted my bewilderment. "You know we don't have to... do anything about it, right? Like, I'm not asking you to be my boyfriend, or kiss me, or do anything like that if you don't want to."

    I hadn't known that was an option, to be honest. In movies and books, it always seems like they confess to each other and then it's happily ever after. But, then again, they were always straight couples, so maybe that was just something they did? Who was I to know. Did I want a... relationship with Angel? Did I want to go that fast? Sure, I confessed pretty fucking fast after we met, but did I want the rest of it to be the same? 

    "I- I don't know what I want. Is that okay too?"

"Yeah, it is."

"Wait but we don't-"

"Not everything needs to have a label. If you're happy, I'm happy."

"...Are you sure?"

    Angel took my hand in his and smiled. "Yes." I smiled, and we started to eat our now-cold food. Lucky thing I was left-handed. My chest felt light and fluttery, and I was definitely happy. This kind of thing didn't happen to me very often, so the feeling always confused me when it did arise. I picked up my phone, and flicked through my Spotify playlists to find the one I had made when I first met Angel. There was one specific song I was looking for, and when I found it, I pressed play.

Swimming in my t-shirts

No matter the weather

Say what you mean

I wanna be with you

    I fucking love this song, and right now, I fucking love my life.