***DYLAN'S POV***
I managed to make it back to the mansion in a couple of minutes since we hadn't walked that far into the woods.
I opened the door and began running up the stairs and ended up bumping into someone when I took a turn to go into the hallway.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa, hold your horses, Dylan! What's going on?" It was Melody.
"OH GOD THANK GOD IT'S YOU, HELP ME," I desperately said.
"Okay, okay, calm down breathe, breathe...what's the matter?" She asked.
I took a breath.
"It's Cupid, he—he's mad at me! I don't know what I did wrong!" I explained while I looked around making sure he was nowhere to be seen.
"What did you say to him?" She questioned crossing her arms and raising one of her eyebrows.
"Uh, nothing wrong at all, he had confessed to me again for like the hundredth time and I told him that I thought he was a great friend and he got mad so then I said best friend and he got madder an—"
"Whoa, whoa, whoa, wait, you friend-zoned him and then fucking kicked him deeper into the friend-zone? Damn, that's brutal!" She scoffed.
"What no! I didn't friend-zone him! I just told him how precious he is to me..." I turned red.
"So you have feelings for him?" She furrowed her brows.
"W—well I—"
Before I could finish, she looked behind me and gasped as a worried expression took over her face.
"Run. Hurry up he's outside! Go hide in his closet he's definitely not going to look there especially since I will tell him you never came," she pushed me into the hallway leading to his room.
"Okay! Thank you so much!" I ran into his room and into the closet.
It was dark in there, only the window was letting light peak through. I quickly walked in and shut the door.
"Phew, I need to relax..." I tried catching my breath.
"Of course you'd come to the place you know best," Cupid spoke behind me making me jump.
"...W—what's that supposed to mean..." I whispered, slowly turning around.
"You should know exactly what I mean," he got up from a couch he was sitting on.
I was about to turn around to open the door and run out, but I heard a click.
"You heard that? That was Melody locking us in."
I banged on the door.
"Sorry dude, you guys need to talk it out!" I heard Melody yell, the door muffling her voice.
"P—please stop," I fell to the ground holding my knees to my chest.
Everything began hitting me like a storm, all my fears and anxiety, all the times I had been tormented by myself, all my flaws and the thought that Cupid still liked me after everything that was wrong with me, but could easily stop at any moment.
"Dylan?" I heard Cupid say.
My eyes filled with tears, "I'm scared..." I whispered.
***CUPID'S POV***
I saw Dylan sink down to the floor.
"Dylan?"
Is he okay?
I could see his face from the light that came from the closet window.
Oh my god, did I make him cry?!
"I'm scared..." He whispered.
After hearing his broken voice I snapped out of it and realized how harsh and selfish I've been acting.
"Dylan I'm so sorry...I—I wasn't trying to scare you or make you anxious, I didn't want to make you cry..." I felt horrible.
He doesn't deserve to be treated like this, I'm a bad thing.
"Hey, relax, it's fine," I sat down in front of him and tried wiping his tears, but they wouldn't stop coming.
I grabbed him and hugged him, "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have been pushing you for a confession when you aren't ready. I'm an idiot, you can punch me or stab me or run me over..."
***
After a while of me talking nonsense, he relaxed a little bit.
I pulled him away from me and cleaned his face.
"I'm a jerk and was only thinking of myself, I just get really insecure, so I thought you would leave me if I didn't put so much effort into showing you how I feel. The worst part is that if you were to tell me you don't love me, I would let you go. I can't control how you feel and I don't want to. I'm okay with living my immortal life with the company of a lot of cats and do—" he kissed me before I could finish the story of the sad life I had planned out without him.
I pulled away, "Wait, you don't have to force yourself to like me, I'm okay being 'Crazy Cupid' if it means you get to be happy..."
"I—I am in lo—I have feelings for you," he quietly said.
I looked at him in shock.
Both our faces turned red.
"D—Did you just..." I trailed off as he covered his face with embarrassment.
oh, my god. OH. MY. GOD. HE LIKES ME! HE CONFESSED! HE FINALLY CONFESSED! Wait, is it a confession? Whatever I'll take it!
I tackled him with a hug making him fall over and moved his hands out of his face.
We stared at each other for a couple of seconds but it felt like a lifetime.
I leaned in to kiss him, but before I could, the door swung open revealing a pissed-off Linda and Melody with an ice pack to her cheek.
"¡¿Qué te dije?! No habrá sexo en esta casa. ¡Levántate! ¡Levántate y deja a ese chico en paz!"
Oh no! SHIT! FUCK!
"¡No, por favor! ¡Perdóname! ¡No le iba a hacer nada!" I begged.
"¡Ven aquí!" She grabbed me by the ear and pulled me out of the closet.
***
***DYLAN'S POV***
"So, did you guys talk it out?" Melody was talking to me since Cupid was dragged into another room to get his ass beat.
"Um, yeah...oh god it was so embarrassing," I dropped my head into my hands.
"Well, look on the bright side...uh, you don't have to hide it anymore!" She tried cheering me up.
"Oh, no way, I'm not going to let him know that I am in love with him," I got up and started pacing.
"WAIT, WHAT? YOU DIDN'T CONFESS?!" She got up as well.
"Well, not really I just said I had feelings for him but he doesn't know what type of feelings..." I explained, stopping mid-pace.
"Ugh, damn it. He probably thinks you confessed to him, which you sort of did but you're going to use that against him, why can't you just admit you love him?!" She let out a frustrated sigh.
"Because he can't get what he wants!" I crossed my arms.
"Look, Dylan, maybe what he needs is to get what he wants most and he'll stop being a pain in the ass for you," she walked out not saying another word.
Maybe she's right...I JUST CAN'T CONFESS FOR REAL! THIS IS ABOUT PRIDE AND DIGNITY NOT ABOUT ME NOT GIVING HIM WHAT HE WANTS! If it were that, I'd give him the entire world, but for now, I need to be a man and not be seen as a loser for confessing to another man after telling that man multiple times I didn't like him. It would just make me look like a wimp who didn't want to admit it!
***
I was sitting on the bed when Cupid walked in with an ice pack on his face like Melody.
"Well, that was a long beating..." I broke the silence.
"All she did was smack me in the face and lecture me for a long time about how I need to stop being a pervert and to control myself, and blah, blah, blah," he sighed.
"Well, she has a point," I shrugged.
He gasped in shock.
"What? You have been a pervert lately and you don't know how to control yourself!" I said defensively.
"Well, what do you expect? I'm Eros, Cupid, the god of love. Of course I crave sexual contact!"
"Oh god you're so embarrassing, just stop," I cringed.
"It's the truth!" He laughed.
"Please just don't speak or make any noise."
"No, I actually have a question," he got serious.
"What is it?" I began feeling nervous.
"Can you confess to me for real? You didn't actually say the words 'I love you,'" He asked as if it was a normal thing.
I blushed.
"W—what! I—um, no! It's embarrassing and you can't always hear what you want to hear from others!" I looked away.
"What! That's not fair! I always get what I want!" He whined like a spoiled brat.
"Well, not anymore."
"Fine then I'll just make you say it, you'll be saying it so much that you won't want to stop," he said seductively as he got closer to me.
"Whoa, hold it, remember what Linda said...no sexual acts in this house," I said as an excuse.
"Okay then let's go to your place," he grabbed my hands and teleported us in seconds.
***
***MELODY'S POV***
"Hey guys dinn—FUCK THEY LEFT, GOD DAMN IT NOT AGAIN!"