Fight For Me.

Chapter 2, Confessions.

After your long shower of conteplations, you figured that what you've been feeling for your long time friend was probably more than just friendship. You hated to admit it to yourself, but you were feeling flushed for the troll. You can't even remember the last time you felt this way for someone. Probably when you were like, 17.

You walk into your room and put on your f/c underwear and favourite pajamas. Man oh man you love these fluffy shits. They're the best thing you ever wore to sleep.

You sit on your bed and contemplate how you're going to tell that dense ass hole your feelings. You know he's sensitive, sure. But you don't know how he'll react to you telling him this. He's so over dramatic sometimes. How did you ever fall for him?! You grab your pillow and just yell into it, causing the sound to resonate through your room and probably out into the living room where he was watching his rom coms or something .

"WHAT THE FUCK?!" you hear him yell as he comes running down the hall and bursting into your room without even knocking. You look at him dumbfounded for a second, then you smile inwardly for remembering to get dressed in time. There's an awkward pause as you forget to speak. "Oh uh,.. I just, um... got frustrated? I guess..." you mumble with a sheepish smile.

"Jegus fucking Christ I thought you were being murdered or some shit in here. Don't fucking do that again nooksniffer. I already have one delirious asshole to look after, I don't need another." He stated matter-of-factly. "I'm sorry Kar, I'm just sorting through some shit right now and it's stressing me out somewhat," you lie a little, since you're just now figuring all this shit out.

He comes over and sits on your bed next to you, and you blush, so lightly you wouldn't of been able to tell if you weren't thinking of the shit that could happen, right here and right now. 'NO! get that out of your head dumb ass. He's definitely not gonna feel the same way ok.' You scold yourself silently. "Hey fuckwad. Look at me." You jump a little at his gentleness toward you. "What?" You ask as turning toward him. "You know you can tell me everything right? I'm not some dumb ass who's gonna go around telling every buldge licker out there your shit.... You can trust me. I can probably help sort it out too..." He said lightly while also hesitantly.

You're so surprised you just blurt it out. "I.. I think I'm flushed for my best friend!" As soon as you say those words you wish you could take them back. How the fuck could you do that?! Do you realize how awkward this friendship could get?! Why oh why did you have to be so stupid!? You wish you could just bury yourself and never come out. "Oh my jegus. I'm so sorry!! Just ignore what I said." You say in an embarrassed rush. He looked completely stunned. Honestly you couldn't blame him. How could he like someone like you back? "I... so am.. fuck this isn't how I wanted to do this. FUCK." You look at him weirdly. "What? " you respond. "Fuck ok. I.. uh. I've been flushed for you for a while too .. fuck um. I just, shit, I was just gonna wait until Saturday to tell you. Since you'd be 21 and all the fuckery. I mean. It would've been the perfect time. You would've been happy as fuck so it wouldn't of hurt so bad when you rejected me. Or so I fucking thought, now that I know you feel the same way." He looked away shyly.

You slowly digest this all. He thought you'd reject him? If anything you would be given him a shot even if you didn't figure out you felt this way.. you've always never really been able to say no to things like that with people you're really close with. Unless you absolutely know there's no shot with them.

You're so stunned that you're completely speechless. Which is pretty hard since you're really good at talking through awkward situations or weird ones. He starts to fidget at the silence. "Shit ok I think I'm gonna go to bed." He starts to get up, but you grab his wrist. He looks at you confused. "What?" You pull him down and kiss his lips softly and shortly, then shove him out the door giggling. "Goodnight Mr. Grumpy Pants Vantas!" You yell, as you shut and lock the door, ignoring his fist banging against the door and his incoherent yells. You smile to yourself and climb into bed, and drift into a very very odd dream.