Hi Neewtmas,
I just wanted to say that you are the most wonderful and sweetest and kindest person the world for organising the 24 days of appreciation. To go out of your way to make people feel special like that! You deserve the best Christmas ever and all the hugs in the world!! (Unless you go not like hugs in which case I can offer head pats, high fives or us making eye contact in a serious situation and both bursting out laughing)
Thank you once again!! And Merry Christmas!!
Hey anon!
Thank you so so much for this sweet message, you made me smile so much🥹
And I absolutely love hugs🫂🫂🫂hugging you very tightly!!
Merry Christmas to you too!🎄❤️
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You really don’t know when it started.
He’s always been the same, and you’ve always been the same, except that you can’t help but feel that something changed lately.
You stare at your childhood friend of 10 years. Cove’s eyes are crinkled, waving his hands animatedly as he tells a story about his volunteer shift just earlier this afternoon.
“And then the team leader fell on his butt the exact moment the wave came in!” He slaps his knee in glee, laughing out loud as he relives the funny moment. You couldn’t help but share his mirth, laughing along. “We were all stifling our laughter, I swear–”
Cove’s iconic eyebrows were downturned as he heaved in laughter. This could easily be one of the best sceneries you’ve ever been blessed to witness, you caught yourself thinking.
His laughter slowly dies down into softer chuckles, then he fixes his gaze onto you. “Why are you staring so much? Is there something on my face?”
“H-whu?” You broke out of your daydreaming, eyes immediately flicking onto the ocean. You feel your cheeks and ears burn in embarrassment. “No, no. Don’t worry about it!” You waved your hands dismissively, hoping that he does not grill you about getting caught staring at him.
You could still feel his eyes burning into you, and you desperately hope that the ground opens up right at that moment to swallow you and shame whole.
“Um, hey! D-do you wanna start walking home now?” You stammer, looking anywhere but him. You stood up from the swing you were sitting on, immediately taking steps away from the playground before Cove even gets a word in.
Long strides turn into heavy jogs behind you and you try to keep a straight face as you walk-run from the scene of unbearable shame. “Hey, are you okay?” he asks once he catches up, which did not take too long considering his skyscraper height.
You try not to gulp a huge lungfuls of air in succession. “Yep, I am!” You hold the air you inhaled, not able to breathe it out right away. You walk side by side with you stuck in that reverie, and you could feel his gaze every now and then, concern etching onto his features.
You were trying to steady your breathing when your lungs and diaphragm finally gave out, making you hiccup. The seagreen-haired boy beside you flinched. “Seriously, [Name]. What’s going on–” He reached out to grab your arm, wavy eyebrows furrowed.
You feel your eyes burning in mortification. Good God…
As much as you could, you try to swallow air and relax your diaphragm. “I’m alright, really–” Another hiccup. “Darn it!”
You glare at the ground, arms rigid at your sides. This is literally the worst moment to do this.
“I…”
Your best friend waits for you patiently, trying to calm you down by rubbing your arms gently. After a few beats of you not continuing, he sighs softly. “You know you can tell me anything, right?”
Tears finally well up and fall to your feet.
“I think I’m in love with you,” you whisper in the smallest voice he’s ever heard you in.
You almost sob when he slowly retracts his hands from you, falling at his sides. You scowl at the ground some more, self-hatred boiling the longer he does not respond. That’s it. Ten years, ruined. Just like that. Stupid, stupid [Name]!
Your hiccup breaks him out of his own pondering. “[Name]...”
“I’m so sorry…” you whimper, shoulders starting to shake in hurt and humiliation. You bring your hands to your face, attempting to wipe away the tears that keep on flowing.
Cove frowns and steps closer to you. He wordlessly holds you in his arms, letting you stain his shirt with your tears. Despite the shame, you let yourself grasp onto him, pouring your heart out in sobs and hiccups as Cove rubs his hand on your back.
He breathes out a sigh then whispers softly, “Why are you upset that you confessed to me?”
“Because!” you start, whining. “I ruined our friendship! And despite me doing that I’m still shameless enough to let you comfort me!”
Cove’s chuckle shakes you both. “You silly goose.” His arms tighten around you and you feel a soft pressure on your temple. “Would it ruin our friendship if I feel the same way?” He laughs again. “Ah, I guess it checks out. Because the obvious progression from friendship is–”
“Hang on,” you pull away a bit, arms still around his waist. “You…” Another hiccup. “You feel the same way?”
The face you always love to look at blooms red, his lips wobbly. “Well… Yeah…” He scratches his neck bashfully. “I’ve always meant to tell you but you beat me into it. And what’s more, you were so upset that you made the confession. What would a guy think?”
A laugh startles out of you. “Oh my God. All these tears, and for what?” You laugh at the silly situation you found yourselves in. “Does this mean we’re dating?” You lean your forehead onto his chest.
“Only if you want to,” came the reply, hints of a smirk obvious in his voice
“Okay, then. Since you asked so nicely,” you teased, looking up at him.
He laughs at your banter, then uses his thumbs to gently wipe away your tears. “Will you let us graduate from being childhood best friends and finally be boyfriend-girlfriend, ending my once-thought-to-be one-sided pining of 10 years?”
You slap his chest lightly. “I thought you’d never ask.”
You share a laugh, letting go of each other’s hug, but your hands automatically reaching for each other as you walk up the hill.
~*~
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“Guess what?” Liz bursts into your room after 2 knocks on your door.
“Hmm?” You look up from your phone.
“Mom, Ma, and I saw something very rom-comy just a few minutes before you got home. Unlucky you didn’t see it! Best rom-com of the year, not gonna lie!”
“What?”
“Oh yeah, there was this teenage couple, probably childhood friends, who were crying and holding each other on the street. It was almost sweet if it wasn’t so cringe, granted that I know the two of them–” she teased.
“Oh my God, Liz?!”
Your older sister just cackles and slams your door close as you try to throw a pillow at her.
fic by @coveted-covey (2023).
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