This is rushed, my bad 😰 Also Thank you for the idea!
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The day was warm, but his face felt even warmer. The short male watched a white-haired idiot try and do a kick flip off the school wall, ending up smacking his face into a locker. Nightmare sighed, holding a letter to his chest, gripping so tightly it crumbled.
Killer got up with a start, red forming on his forehead,
"Man that was awesome! You guys saw that too right?" He chuckled excitedly. The other two grouped around him only rolled their eyes,
"What are you tryna do? That sure isn't going to impress anyone...besides that stalker weirdo." The one wearing a hood scoffed, shaking his head slightly. Killer rose his brow,
"A stalker weirdo?" His face contorted into a smile, "Sounds fun! What do they look like?!"
He hopped up, causing the other two to deadpan at his enthusiasm over the topic.
School went on like this until the last bell rang and everyone piled out to the lockers, Killer was just happily rummaging through his until he found a strange piece of paper,
"I didn't put this here...ugh Horror probably sold my locker number for a bag of crisps again." He sighed but examined it either way. It was white with red rims, a heart stamped on the middle,
"Oo! I know what this is! A love letter!" He held it to his chest and spun around until he felt dizzy.
The house was quiet-no one was home. The teen sat down at his desk, pushing the spinning chair away from the desk from kicking it, causing himself to spin a few times as well and almost fall over.
The sky was dark, but Killer had a lamp on. The letter was hard to open-and even harder to read. Sure, the writing was neat and orderly. But it was in cursive. The letter itself was crumbled up as well with a few water drops here and there. Sweat? Who knew.
As the next morning came by in a flash, Killer was happily skipping outside-towards the fence that blocked off the forest behind the school. Everyone else was leaving, but this is where the letter had told him to go for a surprise of some kind. And a surprise it was.
A shorter, black haired guy popped out of a bush, looking around as if to check if he was alone before stepping out-brushing leaves off of him as he approached Killer. A nervous look in his eye,
"Killer...uhm...we've met before. And you eat lunch with me..."
"How could I forget all of that, Nighty? You're quiet but a fun person to talk to! Speaking of, why did you want to meet here-? Assuming you sent the obvious love letter."
Killer knew he was right when the others face seemed to turn into a cherry, "Well. About that...you're right. I...love you, Killer. I've loved you ever since you decided to become my friend."
He expected this-but hearing the words caused Killer to take this seriously for once, a slight colour appearing on his cheeks, and all he could do was stare for a moment.
"Killer? Sorry! I'm just not sure if-"
Nightmare was cut off when he was embraced in a sudden hug. He stared shocked when he felt a few drops on his back,
"Are you...crying?"
Killer could only nod from where he buried his face in the crook of the short's neck. But they weren't bittersweet tears. They were from happiness, and when he pulled away, he held Nightmare's shoulders firmly,
"I'm so glad you finally admitted it."
"Moron. You make me sound like some kid a parent is proud of-"
