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pixs-pinings · 3 years

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BONK

truly, the greatest title. A drabble about cove and I... bonking our heads because we are in love w/ each other.

fic below the cut!

Pix's smile was the greatest thing to see, in Cove's eyes. She had gotten... rejected in her childhood, withdrawing her more into her shell than when they had first met.

The fact that she was comfortable enough around Cove to continue hanging with him was such a relief, and the fact that she didn't seem to resist her smiles around him was something that brought him glee. Her freckles grew plentiful. The way her green eyes seemed to shine in the sun... It made his heart flutter.

Wait.

His heart fluttered?

His mind was stuck on that feeling, the strange warmth to his skin that didn't come from the sun, that he might've lost track of his surroundings.

He slammed into the door frame of the Arcana household, and his thoughts darted away in exchange for focusing on the pain from his forehead. He hunched down, rubbing his hand on his head.

Pix instantly turned on the spot, smile gone in exchange for a gasp, and she tripped over herself getting back to his side.

She placed a hand on his arm, rubbing lightly over the scar line on his arm, and the shudder that went through him was strange and new and the warmth was returning— He sharply inhaled, trying to focus back on the pain, and anything but the concerned look on Pix's face.

"Are you okay?" She asked, running her thumb in a circle in a comforting gesture. "Do I need to grab an ice pack?"

Cove's eyes darted over to Pix. The weird feeling returned, so he looked away again, rubbing at his forehead. "... Yeah, I'd like that."

Pix's hand lifted from his arm, and the weird feeling lifted slightly. Cove caught a glimpse of her smile, and she turned and headed inside, shouting something to her moms. Cove opted to stay right in front of the doorframe he had ran into, wondering why he suddenly felt so strange around his friend now. He glanced at his arm, brushing over where she had brushed over it.

His heart did that weird flutter thing again.

It suddenly made sense.

"Oh no."

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School. Ever the large presence in their lives.

Lily absentmindedly bounced a ball with her good hand, using her scarred one to brush her blue ponytail behind her shoulders. Pix held a basketball herself, looking a little nervous in her gym outfit. She spun the basketball in her hands. Gym class was, admittedly, neither of their favorites...

Lily heard footsteps, and she glanced up. From the open exit to the men's changing room, she could see the approaching figures of two boys— one taller than the other. Lily smiled. She could sense Pix visibly shift from her position, the basketball going still in her hands.

"Cove!" Pix called, placing her ball on her hip and waving wildly with her other one. Her smile went wide, and Lily hid her own smile behind a hand.

Lily had known Pix ever since elementary school, and Lily noticed Pix doing some... unusual things lately.

And Lily could pin it down to one boy. One tall boy, who Pix had spent every summer hanging out with. One tall boy, who was odd to see around that short girl, but were almost never apart when they could help it.

Cove, standing next to Lily's friend Lake, broke apart from his conversation to wave wildly back at Pix. Then, without regard to the previous conversation with Lake, he broke into a run. His smile grew wide, hair whipping around his face, and made the decision to jump as he passed from the exit to the main gym.

Cove seemed to have forgotten that he was a lot taller than he used to be, and slammed his head into the top of the doorframe. He collapsed on the ground, holding onto his forehead with a groan of pain. Pix dropped her basketball, the bouncing sound echoing around the gym as she dashed to his side.

"Cove, not again," Pix mumbled, placing a hand on Cove's forehead, right next to the hand Cove had placed there himself. Cove's face grew an interesting shade of red, and he lowered his hands to cover his eyes. Pix grew a similar shade of red and pulled her hand off of his head, glancing to the exit of the gym itself. "Do you... uh... need the nurse?"

"... Probably would be safe, yeah..." Cove grumbled to himself, pulling himself to his feet. Pix shot to her feet after him, grabbing onto his arm, and Cove froze again before managing to get walking.

Lily glanced down to Lake as he approached her. Lake glanced in the direction the two teens had gone, then looked back to Lily. "...Is that... normal?"

Lily handed the basketball in her hands to Lake. "Yeah. It is."

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The big playground wasn't visited often due to the long drive it took to get there. When they did go there, often to hang out with friends, their parents would drive them.

"Soon, I won't need to ask my moms to drive us." Pix commented, slipping a pencil behind one of her ears. She held a sketchbook in one arm, and used the other to brush some of her newly dyed pink hair out of her face. "Since you're getting your driver's license soon and all."

Cove smiled, absentmindedly brushing his fingers over one of the picnic tables that littered the park as they walked towards the playground. "Yeah, and my dad's rusty old car will be passed down to me."

Pix snorted, holding up a fist to her mouth that didn't even cover the big grin she had on her face. "I remember something about us being excited to drive his car. When did it become rusty?" Her voice was teasing, and she pressed her free hand into her cheek.

"When your moms got their new car." Cove replied, only barely resisting the urge to stick out his tongue at his smaller friend.

Before the conversation could continue, a chorus of greetings echoed out from the swingsets, and the two broke their gazes to meet eyes with their friends.

Lily was the lead of the pack, followed by Lake and Miranda. Terri being gone was slightly worrying, but Miranda quickly explained that Terri was sick today and not to worry.

With that, the group made their way into the playground part of the park. Miranda clambered onto the jungle gym, twisting herself around and climbing in a way nobody else in the group really could. Lily and Lake spun themselves around on the spinning spot, Pix took advantage of her smaller height to slide down some slides, and Cove held Pix's sketchbook for her while leaning against the metal swingset poles.

Pix really had gotten better and better at drawing. He already thought her drawings as a kid were good, but what he was looking at now was leagues better. The drawing that was visible on the page she was on seemed to be of her but with dragon wings, which fit in with the usual for Pix.

... Wasn't there a drawing on the other side? Cove couldn't help but be curious, and he started to flip the book over—

"Hey, Cove!"

Cove jerked backwards.

Cove was directly leaning on a metal pole, and had slammed his head directly into it. He let out a pained hiss, hunching over and using one hand to rub over the wound. He held onto the book with his other hand, not wanting to drop it. Hurried footsteps rushed to his side, and he could sense by the light touch that graced his arm that it was Pix.

"Are you okay?" Pix asked, worried. Cove dared to peek open his eyes to see her worried face, and she reached up a hand to brush over the back of his head as well. He shut his eyes again, knowing his skin was burning now. He really hoped she didn't feel that.

Pix chuckled lightly, pulling away. "Didn't something like this happen a few years ago?" Pix recalled, and Cove felt a gentle tug on the sketchbook. He didn't resist, and opened his eyes to Pix quickly checking out the drawing that was on the side he didn't get to see. Pix quickly flipped it back over to the page with the drawing of herself with dragon wings, and turned to Cove. Cove returned to rubbing his head with a hand.

"I think that time was..." Cove pressed a hand into his cheek. "The front of my head, not the back?"

Pix squinted, clearly trying to examine her thoughts and memories. After a few moments, she nodded. "Yeah, you're right."

Then she had a thought, and she extended her sketchbook to Cove. Cove wordlessly reached out one hand to grab the sketchbook, and watched as Pix dug around in her purse. Pix pulled out her phone, started clicking on the screen...

"Pix." Cove huffed, knowing that whatever she thought of, it was clearly going to be teasing. The smile that was slowly growing on her face, and the way her eyebrows furrowed, clearly translated that to him. "What are you doing?"

Pix found whatever she was looking for, and held up the phone to him.

...

Cove sighed at the video that played on the screen. "Pix."

Pix pressed her free hand to her mouth, failing to suppress her giggles. "What? I'm right, aren't I?"

I love you.

Cove's hand froze on his head, face burning once more, and he quickly fought to change his mind's train of thought. "Sooooo, I notice you've been getting better at drawing?"

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Their group was traveling along the town's sidewalks, conversation skittering to and fro amongst the six of them. Miranda, talking about a new trick she'd learned, and showing off a bit of the beginning of it before remembering she was on a narrow street and decided against it. Lily, talking about how her clay got stuck in her scars and made it hell to clean out at times. Lake, testing out a few notes for a song he had written the lyrics for a week ago. Terri, talking about some marine biology fact that Pix swore sounded familiar.

Cove followed up on that fact with something else, eyes gleaming behind his glasses, and Pix couldn't help but stare. She pressed her sketchbook to her chest, absolutely certain she could feel her heart beating in her ears. Cove's enthusiasm was amazing, and she was glad to be able to listen to him talk about anything.

Oh, right, he was probably the reason she found Terri's topic familiar.

Pix drifted towards the outside of the group, eyes still on Cove's face. She found his gaze meeting hers, and she offered a shy smile. Cove paused in his words, smile softening as he nodded back.

Her heart leaped.

"Hey, Pix—" A voice attempted to warn.

It was a bit too late, though.

She slammed into the wooden pole of the stop sign, and all conversation stopped with a chorus of worried yells. Cove was instantly at her side. Pix pressed a hand into her forehead— that had been what had impacted first, and therefore was the part of her body in pain. Cove leaned down, and hovered his hand over her forehead. Her heart tightened, but she didn't move.

"...Wow." Lily went, not even minding that the conversation had suddenly stopped. She rotated around, glanced between the two of them, and smirked. "So it finally happened with Pix too?"

Pix remembered Cove slamming his head into a doorframe, and pressed her forehead into her sketchbook. "Please."

Lake leaned on Lily's side. "And here I remember you bragging to me about not getting distracted."

Pix was glad he didn't elaborate. "Please." She repeated, begging.

Cove lifted a careful hand and rubbed it on her back, and she froze.

She heard a whispered conversation between Terri and Miranda, but even if she was hearing the words, she didn't want to process them. Pix kept her face focused on her sketchbook doodles. Cove was definitely comforting her. Something about it made her heart do complicated flips in her chest. She liked him, and she just wanted to...

Pix pressed her face into his shoulder, and Cove made a choked noise.

After a few seconds of silence between the two of them, Cove managed to squeeze out, "Wwwell, are you okay? Need to go back?"

Pix inhaled. Cove's citrus scent was making the pain ebb away. "I'll be okay." Pix mumbled. "I wasn't looking where I was going. Sorry."

"Because of your gay?" Lake asked, teasing in his tone.

Pix tore away from Cove, handed him her sketchbook, and lunged at her orange-haired friend. Lake yelled and ducked behind Lily, and the day continued on as normal after that.

#strawberry seafoam (covepix)#my writing #Lily and Lake - MC Bros #i might as well make a tag for the friends i made up out of the blue!

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