Spring's POV
I stared at Goldie, confused. 'I like you'; he can't have meant it as in a friend...Or maybe it could have been that it was more likely that he didn't like me like that, or was it? Us being friends was something that was pretty self-explanatory but I'd only been here for a week, how could he have feelings like that?
"What do you mean?", I asked, observing his moves. By the way, he was blushing, avoiding my eye contact and scrunching up his face, a lot of people would have said that it was easy to deduce that he was confessing romantic feelings towards me but I still found it highly unlikely.
"I like you...", He whispered but it was so hushed and husky at the same time. I stared down at his lap, he didn't like me staring at his face or at least I think I may have been staring at his face in a pathetic attempt to try and relax him or something social.
I heard a loud hiccup through the room, I took a brief gaze up at his face which he was covering with his arm. Feeling my whole stomach sink and my expression drop like bricks, I had to try and think of something to stop him crying. I wasn't going to watch him cry. I couldn't.
One: I didn't want two and second: he wouldn't just watch me cry.
Slowly, I reached out to his knee and rubbed up and down his leg gently to get his attention. It seemed to work but it did startle him, he took it as a signal to quieten down by the looks of it since he covered his mouth and tried to calm down his breathing instantly.
"Goldie," I whispered, "It's okay, you can tell me anything, I just...I don't understand what you're telling me, I need some help...", I explained, trying to get him to rest first.
In an effort to comfort him, I wrapped my arm around his neck and turning my body towards him. I wouldn't mind whatever he told me and I had a feeling that Goldie knew that too but he was scared despite that fact.
"I-I'm rea-lly so-sorry...", Goldie sniffled, hiccuping still and budging away from me. I felt rejected and it wasn't really the best feeling if I was completely honest with myself. I understood him, though, if he needed space and he couldn't tell me, what else was he meant to do?
I sat by him and waiting patiently, "You can tell me when you want, I'll wait for you...", I muttered, staring down mindlessly at my own lap. It felt so bad just to sit there as he sounded like he was literally crying his heart out. His crying didn't exactly annoy me but it just upset me to a great extent.
Goldie jumped slightly when he felt his phone ring in his pocket, I did glance to see what was wrong but I turned away straight after. I knew that having people watching you cry was...horrible.
"I-It's fo-r you," Goldie stuttered, passing me his phone. I was surprised at first until I remembered, Plush.
I picked up with hesitation to be greeted by Plush's voice sounding quite pleased, "Ay Springo."
"Hi Plush," I responded, sounding quite empty and dull, so much so I had noticed how numb it actually sounded.
"Well you sound fucked, haven't gotten up yet or like...?"
"Yeah, that," I sighed, rubbing my face anxiously.
"Oh c'mon, don't sound so down! You sound like you've just had a steel rod shoved up your arse," Plush complained.
"Um, sorry, 'm just tired," I mumbled, "How's your Christmas?", I asked, deciding to engage into a convocation to make Goldie believe that the eyes weren't on him. He was actually the one thing that I was listening to for a while on the phone but he seriously didn't need to know that.
I could hear Plush scream, "AH!~"
Nearly dropping the phone, I pulled it away from my earlobe, "Um.."
From that point I could hear playful arguing which continued for no longer than a minute, "Aha, sorry, pisshead here decided to fucking try to sneak attack me," Plush explained, "But it's going really well surprisingly, y'know, best Christmas ever really, how's your getting out of bed?"
Oh yeah, he still thinks I'm just getting up, "That's good, the bed is comfy," I lied.
"Oh okay, I'll leave you to get up and all that shit, kay?"
"Mhm, thanks, hope things stay good for you."
"Kay, same to you."
"Thanks, bye."
"Bye," Plush hung up at that point. I took a glance but at Goldie, he seemed to have calmed down. I gave back his phone and watched him again.
"Better?"
"Y-yeah...", Goldie mumbled, his breath still shaky.
"Look, you don't have to tell me n-", I was interrupted by Goldie.
"No," Goldie shook his head, putting a hand on my arm, "I-I need to say this," he sighed.
Waiting, I stared at his hand and back at his face, exchanging my view between the two. Goldie took a deep breath.
"I'm not sure how to put this," Goldie mumbled, finally giving me eye contact for the first time, his eyes appeared bloodshot. The colour of his eyes still had that same vibrant blue-green colour, his skin wasn't as dull as the time I'd saw him pick me up from the hospital or any of the other memories.
"Try," I advised him, putting my hand on his leg, not breaking our eye contact.
"I think I may...", Goldie trailed off, trying to find the right words, "I can't bare the thought of losing you Spring. I was thinking about it and I just- I can't! I never know what's going to happen and I can't stop anything because I have no control..."
"No control?", I questioned, taking what he had said into account.
"I ca- I couldn't be around you 24/7," Goldie corrected, "But now I am. I thought about it more and more and more- I can't give you to someone else, Spring. I need to be with you. I don't want you to leave and if you ever did, I would need to follow because you are one of the most important things in my life and it's been like that for years," Goldie gulped, breaking the eye contact, cutting through me briefly before he continued.
"I've abused my feeling for too long, I've only noticed it now, at the worst of times. I remember the first time I saw you laying in a hospital bed and that word, those words, what you told me that first time that I saw you so...",Goldie took another deep breath, "Vulnerable."
I was about to say something but Goldie started to speak again, "I had caught a glimpse of it then but this- this hit me sharpest it ever had. You'd lost your memory and I was so, so scared that I would lose all of our friendship, that we couldn't build those years back up again but I feel like we've managed to spend a million more within this week! If we couldn't have done that...You would've properly lost your memory and I would have honestly lost my mind," Goldie confessed, he was right.
It did feel like we had known each other for a million years and I could've gone that day or actually, any of the times before. I stared at him, dumbstruck.
"I need to know you're safe because that's the one thing I need to be aware of and I've felt so strongly about you and I thought about that night in the car and...I don't even know if you like guys or anything like that and neither do you. I just- I know it's a stupid thing to think about but I can't get my mind off that time we kissed," Goldie admitted, checking to see if my hand was still planted on his leg.
"It was so precious, Spring. It was the most enlightening thing ever. I've kissed people, I've done more but I would honestly sell all of that for you and everything about you. Out of all of the deeply intimate, experienced kisses, nothing can compare to that spark that you gave me that night, I felt like I actually didn't have control but it was okay because you did, you had it; I think you've taken it too. I know this all sounds bad but the worst thing is that I love it! I love when you don't know what you're doing but I can trust you anyway because no matter what, if it's you, you do it right," Goldie breathing, rambling on, shaking with what I had guessed to be anxiety.
"Goldie...", I whispered, still taking in everything that he had just said. He really did mean it like that. He actually loved me. I didn't know what to do, I could only say his name to which he didn't respond. Instead, he just continued babbling on.
"I'm so fucking jealous, you don't even know, Spring," Goldie breathed heavily, not feeling so tense, "I love Freddy to the earth and back but god fucking dammit do I hate it when he's around you."
I squeezed his leg, wanting his attention. I didn't know where he was going with this, was he trying to change the subject or something?
Goldie gave me his attention and averted his eyes in my direction. I sat there for a minute, contemplating how I would play my words and my feelings would "help".
"I don't know how love really feels as far as I know," I mumbled, Goldie's expression dropped dead, "B-But I think you're the closest thing that I've ever felt to it."
Goldie watched, his face still, his expression still looking somewhat empty, "I think we should try and-"
"Forget this?"
"I wasn't going to but...", I gulped, I honestly felt pushed into a corner, maybe it would be better to forget this, after all, everything out in the open now, right? Plus, Goldie got to vent off.
"W-What was you going to say? Sorry..", Goldie apologised, giving me a face of hope and longing.
My face dropped lower, my expression seeming lost. I leant my face down to Goldie, "We could forget this or..."
"Or...", Goldie whispered, glancing up at me, leaning into me too so our faces almost touched.
"We could try...", I was cut off by Goldie starting to kiss me, I pushed back and relaxed. We stayed there, content for a bit until our faces parted.
"We could- should try dating," I whispered, making Goldie smile in agreement.
"Yes, please," Goldie smiled, kissing me quickly and putting his hand on top of mine, Goldie was shaking again, properly shaking.
"Goldie, you're shaking," I mumbled as he pulled away.
"Oh, am I?", Goldie asked, acting surprised, "I didn't notice," Goldie beamed. He had managed to give his body an inhuman glow which may or may not been due to the Christmas tree reflecting on his smooth skin.
I gave a smile back, taking the arm that was resting on his leg and wrapping it around Goldie, "Thank you."
"I love you too."