A/N: Long Chapter :3 Super long. Music at the side, to be played when you see #.
[Xander]
There was a definite pause at the other side of the phone—and as if on instinct, an image of his blushing form surfaced. I couldn’t hide the smirk on my face, and I was sure he could hear it in my voice when I said, “Angel? You there?”
“U-U-Um, y-yeah, I just…um…yeah…o-okay,” He stammered softly on the other side of the phone, and I heard some shuffling.
“Kay then,” My heart stopped and smiled at his adorable speech, then remembered to beat. “I’ll be at the door. Just come over when you’re dressed—or…not,” I cracked something dirty; hoping to distract him from his nerves.
“O-Oh, un okay. I’ll be there in a—w-wait what?”
I laughed, pulling on a black V-neck shirt over my head and adjusting the sleeves that went up to my elbows. “Just come over. Quick.”
“Um—do I need to bring anything? L-Like snacks…or I could bring some cookies…I feel bad going over empty-handed…” Chip stated anxiously, probably walking around in circles as he said so.
“Bring yourself—good enough for me,” I smirked; but Chip didn’t seem to get it.
Curse my dirty soul.
“E-Eh…? But…I don’t know how to thank you…and besides, I’m really being a bother right now I-I mean it’s almost 1 a.m. and I must be disturbing your sleep a-and what if I wake Giselle oh no, ah I really shouldn’t bother you actually, it’s really okay if you want to sleep I-I mean, um…yeah it’s…okay,” My angel began to rant quickly, suggesting his anxiety and guilt.
I sighed, making my way towards the front door.
“Angel, really? You’re not scared of it?”
There was a pause.
“I-It?”
“Yeah,” I shrugged, though he couldn’t see it. “The thing under your bed.”
At this point of time, I was undoubtedly sure that Chip’s tiny heart couldn’t take it any longer. He began stammering again.
“W-W-What do you mean…? D-Don’t say stuff like that, you’re s-so mean!”
I paused for extra measure.
“So you coming over?”
Still, there was hesitation.
I was impressed that he hadn’t cracked.
He used to be so scared of horror movies, he wouldn’t be able to sleep a wink. He’d jump at every scratch and sound, every movement or shadow.
Or maybe…
Or maybe—
Perhaps—
He hates my face;
More than he hates those fictional things of horror.
That…
Must be it, then.
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Brave Love
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