I'm A Snek!

I'm a Snek!

- Snek boi

I said sit

The Seven and I are sitting at heath. Talking about how the hell we made it through that quest. We should realistically all be dead. We really should be, me especially. How did I don't spilt my head down the middle and die. How did I not get amnesia and forget what we were doing. I hit my head so mange times, like how did nothing happen to me. I snap my attention up to see who's walking over to us. Nico, my, well, not quite my boyfriend yet, but we're flirting. We're getting there. The others do know, we don't hide it. Why should we. "Nico! join us, sit sit" Percy calls. Nico stops in front of the circle, there's no room for him to sit anywhere, unless he sits on the grass. "Um" Nico utters, looking around awkwardly. He still hasn't really found his place among the seven. Which is, understandable, we did debate saving him, which was really shity of us. And extremely shity of me, considering that I'm now trying to date the dude. It brings a lot of guilt, because, I almost let him die in that jar. "Why don't you sit with Jason" Piper asks, nudging me. "What?" Nico murmurs, if you don't know him the way I do, you won't see this, but he holds his hands behind his back. A small nervous thing he does. "Yeah" I pipe up, realizing that I was supposed to say that. "Come sit with me" "What do mean sit with you?" He asks. "There's no room for me to sit" He mutters. I sigh a bit, gods, that boy does not get it. "Come sit in my lap" I say, trying to sound causal. "Yeah no" Nico says, the words slow and unsure. The others pick back up the conversion. Nico slowly makes his ways to me. He stands behind me, but I reach back and tug on his belt. There's is light blush on his cheeks. Guess I shouldn't have gone for the belt. That's kinda sexual. "Sit" I whisper to him. He stares back at me, moving my hand off him. "No" He whispers. I tug him closer by the belt, he fumbles forwards and balances himself on my shoulders.

I've pretty much exited the conversion, focusing on Nico's refusal to sit. I don't think it's such a big, it's not like he'll be sitting on my- oh wait, he will be. So what, nothing's gonna happen. We're around 6 other people. "Please" I say, batting my eyes at him, the way Piper use to do to me to get her way. It worked for her, it always tricked me. Nico sighs, and swings his legs over, getting into the inner circle. He does sit, but not properly. He's almost just sitting on my knees. I don't comment, I know it wouldn't do any good. I rejoin the conversion the best I can. But I'm distracted by Nico a lot. He's exceptionally light, almost like he's not sitting at all. And he keeps shifting his weight, like he's trying to do something, but he can't. I wrap my arms around his hips, and that's when i feel it. He's feels to light, because he's not sitting, he's hovering. I pull him back, sitting him fully in my lap. I lean up to his ear, resting my head on his shoulder to not look too suspicious. "I said sit, honey. Not hover" I murmur. He huffs out in embarrassment, but it could be confused for a sound of amusement. Probably what he was aiming for. I've got him against my chest. I lay on head in the crook of his neck, relaxing into this new feeling. It's really nice. I shift a bit under him, and I feel him tense up. I choose to ignore it, and rejoin the conversion for real this time. How did we not die, like how. The subject shifts to Nico, who's is getting quite uncomfortable with sitting in my lap. The warm press of his body against mine, isn't exactly making me uncomfortable. Well, not in the way I'd thought it'd make me uncomfortable. I'd thought, that it'd make me sweaty and get my legs to fall asleep. While I am a little sweaty, my legs aren't sleeping, my lower body is, um, happy. Let's say it like that, I think you know what I mean. Morning wood, just in the afternoon. I guess I should have known.

It's not that bad yet, just a bit. But I know he won't move, 1 : because I won't let him 2 : If I ask him nicely, he'll happily cover for me until the others go away. 3 : He's frozen up, he won't leave unless I make him. This is probably what he wanted to avoid, But hey, I bet he doesn't mind. While we're not dating, we do have, sexual experiences together. We've kissed, made out, shoved our hands own each other's pants and gotten the other off. It's not like he's never touched or seen it. He has, he's seen it, he's touched it, and he liked it. So did I. My body is not a secret that he has to ask to see. My body is his to look at, to touch, to have. My body doesn't don't hold secrets from him, it holds a warm welcome. I can't speak on Nico's behalf though. He's still rather shy about that kinda thing. I suppose it comes from being raised in the 1930s. The whole, sex was bad, and gay sex was down right 'unholy'. But we're working on it. "How you survive that?" Percy asks. "It wasn't that bad" Nico chuckles nervously. "It'd happen before, when I was younger" They others have gone silent, waiting for Nico to continue. I don't remember what Nico had said to get this reaction. I'm having a little trouble focusing. "Um, I think I was around, 10" He guesses, he folds his arms over mine. Another nervous thing he does. Reaching for his own hand to hold. I move my right arm move his, and lace my fingers with his. His hand is slightly sweaty. I squeeze it tightly. Percy makes a sort of, go on, gesture. "Um" Nico stutters on. "I just, sorta, kneed em, and wacked them on the head. Then I took what I needed, and ran away" He shrugs. The others break out in laughter. "Oh, that's so a 10 year Nico" Leo, (who's on my other side) laughs out, aiming to shove an elbow in Nico side, but he get me instead. "Ow" I yelp, untwisting my fingers from Nico's. I lightly slap the top of Leo's head. "Sorry" Leo laughs. Nico awkwardly chuckles along.

I lay my hand back over Nico's, and he twists his fingers into mine. "Oh fuck!" Piper yells out, jumping op from her seat next to me. "What?" Annabeth asks. "We're late!" She yells. Everyone else get's op in a hurry. What are we late for? I haven't been told of anything. "What's going on?" I ask, shifting Nico in my lap. "We'll explain later okay? don't worry!" Leo yells as they all sprit off. Nico goes to move, but I hold onto him. "Jason I have to-" "Honey, stay here" I insist. "I have to help them" "With what?" I ask. "Stuff" I would later find out, that said stuff, was a secret birthday party for me. Percy stops, turning around. "Nico!?" Percy gestures for him. But grab onto his hips. "Stay with me" I whine. "Sorry!" Nico yells back to him, settling back into my lap. Nico huffs in frustration. "I hate you" He mutters. "You love me" I snuggle into the crook of his neck. Nico shifts around, making me twitch. "What the fuck have you got in your pockets? It's so stiff" He shifts around even more. Sweet, innocent Nico. I pull him, getting him sat straight on me. "Sweetheart, I don't have anything in my pockets" I start. Nico shifts a little more, almost making me groan. "What?" He asks. "Baby, that's me, so be a good boy. And cover it for me, Mhm?" Nico chokes on his own spit. "Did you really have to say it like that?" "I'm only teasing you" I chuckle. Nico shoves his elbow back, hitting me in the rips. "Ow!" I yelp and jerk in pain. "That hurt" I whine. "Sorry" He mumbles, reaching back to hold my hand. I pull back for a seconds, but then I let him have it. He shift his weight, leaning forward, hovering again. "Baby, I said sit" I grunt and yank him back. "Okay" He sighs.

"I'll be good"

I have no fucking Idea what I'm doing

I'm called away from wall climbing by Will. "Okay, don't freak out, Jason fall off some rocks and hit his head, and he might have a concussion" He says. "Okay, why are telling me?" I draw the words a little. He's hit his head before and no one came to get me. "He asked for you" Will rubs the back of neck. He doesn't normally do that, he always insists that he'll be fine on his own. I nod, "Okay, where is he?" "He's in his cabin, he asked me to get you, said he didn't wanna be alone" Well, that makes sense. If he does have a concussion he'll want me around to keep him awake for the couple of hours. "Yeah, yeah I'll go, just a second" I excuse myself from class, and head for the Zeus cabin. But something's off, the last time he hit his head, he stayed in the Infirmary until he was cleared. But he went back to his cabin, he's asked for me. Something's wrong, I just don't know what. I convince myself that he only wants some company. I gently knock on the door, there's a small sound I can't fully hear. There's no answer. I knock again, a little louder. The noise stops, and there's a rustling like someone getting to their feet. A rough looking Jason opens the door, sniffling a bit. "Hey. I murmur. "Hey..." He wipes his slightly red eyes, visibly shallowing. "Come in" He clears his throat, and sets aside to let me in. He's wearing his old camp Jupiter hoodie and a pair of light blue jeans. I walk in. Jason shuts the door, taking a shaky breath. We both sit on his bed, he's unusually quiet. Breathing weirdly loud and uneven. "Are you okay?" I ask, sitting crisscross beside him. "Yeah, yeah, just didn't wanna be alone" He laughs, but it's so fake, so I fake that he has to hear it too. "Jason, It's okay. You can tell me" I mutter. He's slouching, shoulders hanging low. He exhales, his breath slow and shaky. "I, fuck" He breaks down, crying and shaking. "Hey, hey, it's alright" I whisper, wrapping him up in my arms.

I don't know what I am doing, I've never been good at comforting people. I shift, sitting half beside and half behind him. "S-Sorry, I just" His voice is almost non-existent through the storm of tears running down his face. "It's so stupid" he hiccups, wiping away the tears that threaten to spill down his chin. So I do the only thing I can think of, I gently grab his red cheeks with both hands. "Whatever it is, it is not stupid" I wipe away more tears. I should how to fucking comfort my own boyfriend. But I don't, because we're only been dating for a month or two. Jason brings his knees up, sniffling wiping his nose with his sleeve. I return my arm to where they were, holding on tightly to his shoulders. "I just, feel so stupid" He shallows down the snot in his throat. "You're not" I shift the closest I can. Pressing his back into my chest. "It's not" He takes a deep, steady breath in. He almost violently wipes the tears off his face. He sniffles, breathing heavily. "That, I just, feel so stupid" He starts, sniffling to keep his nose from running. I reach over to his nightstand and pick out a tissue. I hand it over to him. He blows his nose and throws it in the trashcan by his bed. I stay quiet, letting him gather himself before he continues. "It's just so fucking silly that I keep fucking hitting my head" His sadness slowly turns into a defeat. Like he's just feeling defeated by the world. "It's such a silly thing, and everyone always makes fun of me for it" More tears steam down his cheek. I lean over his shoulder and kiss the tears away. Jason bursts into a laugh, a pure, happy laugh. "Stop!" He laughs, half heartly pushing me away. I kiss away his tears, then lay my head on his shoulder, waiting for him to continue. "It just hurts, because I really try to be more careful, but I end up falling or getting hit over the head with something" He hiccups mid way through the sentence.

"I'm just so tired of it" He cries, voice breaking. "I'm just so tired of being injured all the fucking time" He mutters. He looks out the window. "Sorry, you shouldn't have to deal with this" His voice quivers. Oh hell no. "Hey" I caress his cheeks with both hands, and turn his head to look at me. "I love you, and love means I stick by you, through this, and through much fucking worse. So don't say that, because quote on quote dealing with you, is something I want to do. I want to know, and see every single part of you. I love you, all your injuries, all your scars, fucking everything, Do you hear me?" My voice breaks, he's not stupid, he's not dumb, he's wonderful, he's flawed, he's human, a human I don't think I can live without. Jason nods through more tears. I wipe them off with my thumb. "You're okay, you're wonderful, you're smart, you're, everything" I smile. Jason smiles through tears, laughing and crying. His eyes are blood shot, his cheeks warmed by all the tears. He lurches forward, making us both crash onto his bed. He laughs through tears and more tears, I wrestle him down on his back, kissing off the tears running down his face. He laughs, happiness almost oozing out of him. He slings his arms op around my neck. I chuckle, and lean back, gazing into his eyes. The sadness is still seeping out of his eyes, happiness slowly taking over. Okay, so I'm that bad at comforting others. I spot a half drunken bottle of water on his nightstand. I move off him, guiding him up against the wall. "Here, drink" I say. "No I'm-" "Please honey, just drink something" I coax him into drinking the rest of it. You can't cry while drinking something. He finishes off the bottle, setting it aside, sniffling slightly. I shuffle until I'm seated beside him. "What do you need from me?" I ask, laying my hand over his. "Could you hold me? Please" His voice is almost a whisper, like if he said it any louder he would shatter and ruin everything we have. "Yes, yes of course, come here"

He looks over, more tears welling in his blue eyes. I lace my fingers through his. Another tear rolls down his cheek. I reach up and wipe it away. Jason smiles, laughing slightly. He shuffles in front of me, straddling me, and resting his head on top of mine. I wrap my arms around him. Jason groans and shuffles down so he can comfortably rest his head in the crook of my neck. I'm leaned back on the wall, in a nice relaxing position. I press him tightly against me. A sudden noise startles us both, lightning, how the fuck. Why now. I look out the window, it's started raining, when did that happen. Jason slings his arms around my shoulder. "I'm here" He murmurs. "I know" I murmur, gently squeezing him. I twist my head, planting a light kiss on his ear, the only real place I can reach like this. Jason turns his head to look at me, snuggling his forehead against mine. I chuckle and snuggle my face into his. He laughs, and it's light, bright and, well him. It's everything I love about him. It's my boyfriend, every side of him. I can't help but smile. "Could we, lay down?" "Yeah, of course" We move down. He snuggles himself into me, slinging his arms around my hips. I wrap him my arms around his ribs. I turn my head, deciding to place a playful kiss on his neck. "I love you" I whisper. He shivers. "I love you too" He mutters into my skin. For a small second, he snuggles into my T-shirt, breathing in the scent to calm down. I take a deep breath, he smells of sweet summer rain. Even through it hasn't rained in weeks, maybe it's some kind of soap he uses. I press my nose into his hair, it's soft against my skin. It smells wonderful, smells like, well him. I don't know how else to describe it, it's just, Jason. My Jason. I smile into the soft strains of blonde hair. "Sorry" He sniffles. "Don't be, having bad feelings is a human thing" I snuggle into his hair

"Plus, you stay with me when I'm like this, so you deserve the same. And because I love you"

"I love you too"

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I'm okay

I run through the forest, my feet burning under me. My heart's pounding in my ears. My chest's tight, too tight, I can't breath. I stumble and fall over a fallen tree. I rush to my feet, stumbling on until through the dark forest I see the light of camp half-blood. The taste of blood is on my tongue, shit did I knock out a tooth or something. I swing on a tree and book it for the big house. Help, I need help. I yell for something, someone, I don't remember what exactly, but I yell out, it's loud, I'm being loud. People come rush out from all over. An Apollo camper, Will maybe, makes me sit on the front steps. He stuffs some paper under my nose. It was bleeding, that was the blood. "Jason, you're okay" He props my leg up, through all the adrenaline I haven't noticed that I had ripped my knee up pretty badly. I must look pretty shaken, because Will counts me through my breathing. There's chaos all around, campers running into the forest, the campers that had been with me, running out, injured and scared shitless. Some are tended to as soon as they run out, some are led into the Infirmary. Will wraps a bandage around my knee, securing it in place by wrapping it a bit down, and a bit up. Clipping down together with something I don't know. I take the paper away from my nose. "Nico, where's Nico?" I shallow down the lump in my throat, Nico, Nico was there, where is he. "I'm sure he's fine, just stay here" Will takes my other leg in his hand. Somehow I scuffed up my ankle. "No, He, He was with us" I heave. "Where is he?" "Shit" Will says, starring up at me wide eye. "He was with you?" "Yes, yes was I not-"

"There you are!" Nico crashes down next to me, he throws his shaking arms around me. "Oh thank fuck you're okay" He pulls back, leaning on shaky arms. He grabs my chin. "Did you fall? Are you okay? what happened? What's-" "Easy" I grab his hand. Will's called away, he runs off to help. "I'm okay" I breath. I'm shaking, it's hard to breath. "Can you breath? How are you? What wrong? What-" I shush him, gribbing his hand tight. "I'm okay" I whispers, breathless. I unlace our hands with shaking fingers, I press his hand to my heart. "See, I'm okay" His eyes are wide with fear. The light of the lamp by the door to the big house, is the only light. People are rushing by us, but we don't move. No, we can't move. The world is in chaos around us, but it's doesn't matter, nothing else matters, as long as Nico's okay, then I'm okay. The blood drips through the bandage, it's dripping down my leg, why did I wear shorts. "You're hurt" He cries out, completely out of breath. "I'll be okay" I whisper, heaving through my open mouth. Will runs back to us. He undoes the bandage and gives me something to hold over the cuts until it stops bleeding. He tries to take a look at Nico but he flat out refuses. "No, No I'm fine. Go" "Just let him have a look" I insist. Nico gives in at my persistence. He's a little scuffed up, but nothing's bleeding, he's okay, so Will runs along to help others. Nico's okay. He's safe, right here with me. My heart rate slowly down as the chaos slowly becomes, well, more organized chaos. It's still wild, but the Apollo campers have a hand on it. They know what they're doing. I hope. After a lot of reassurance I get Nico to let his hand drop from my chest. Instead he takes the hand I'm not using to stop the blood from getting everywhere. He squeezes my hand tightly. I squeeze back. He's not leaving my side again. How did that even happened, we were carefully. We did everything we were supposed to do. He leans into my side. Resting his tired head against my shoulder.

"You almost scared me to death back there, what were you thinking?" His voice is low in the moon light, almost like he doesn't want the people around us to hear him, which wouldn't surprise me. What I did was stupid, I could have gotten myself killed. "I wasn't" I admit, I wasn't thinking, I just needed keep the others safe, keep him safe. So I called after the monster, taunting it, then I ran, leading it away from the others. Away from Nico. I wasn't gonna lose another person, I wasn't gonna let my first, and maybe only boyfriend die before me. "You're an idiot" He says, shoving his shoulder against mine, making us swing for a second before I balance us out. "I know, I'm sorry" I mumble, my legs are heavy, my feet burning. "You could have died" "You could have died too" I shoot back. Nico huffs, and leans up. For a second I think he's going for my ear, to whisper some kind of theat. But he stops before that, planting a light kiss on my cheek. Blood rushes to my face, he's never, oh, fuck. "At least you're my idiot" He murmurs. I blush at his words, thanking Diana he can't see me all that well because of the moonlight. "Yeah" I mutter. Gods, that was a way to end this disastrous trip to the forest. Nico chuckles lightly, careful to not break the mood between us. "Your idiot" I repeat. I move the cloth off my knee, it's drenched in blood. Nico calls over another Apollo kid who cleans it for me and set on a bandage just as Will did. Expect that, now is the time where you suppose to put it on, when the bleeding has stopped, but I know Will was busy, so he jus needed it to hold for a while, while he helped others. I'm told to keep it clean, and to stop by the Infirmary until it's healed. I nod along, not caring one bit, Nico's okay, so I'll be okay too. Suddenly, the horn is blown, it is dinner time? We all gather up at the mess hall we're told to sit where we want, We sit at the closest table, the Zeus table, Nico sits on my left. Mr. D gives some sort announcement, but I can't follow, my heart still hasn't completely returned to normal.

We're given dinner, and there's a silence over the mess hall. Even while eating, Nico refuses to let go of my hand. I don't think I want him too. He finishes before me, instead of leaving, he leaning into my side, squeezing my hand. I squeeze back. Glancing over, I spot Nico's tired eyes, It's not late at all. But I get it, after such a big adrenaline rush, you can get really tired. He gives a small smile. I smile back. We'll be okay, we have to be. And that's why we're gonna be okay. Plus, we have each other. I have him, that's all I need. They call for the camp fire, But I hold Nico's gaze, the answer is already there. We sneak off to the green, to the Hades cabin, that's the closest from here. We sink to the floor just beyond the closed door. Lost in each other's arms, in the soft, gentle touches. It could have been over tonight, it could all have ended. I could have lost him, I could have lost my own life. But we have to move on, so we collect ourselves and get off the floor. Through tears and laughter, we stumble onto his bed. I take a good look at his tear stained face. The face I can't live without. The guy I can't live without. The worried has seeped of his eyes, replaced by relief. We're in the clear for now. I hope we can stay in the clear for a while. But that's pure luck. I caress his cheek, hold him close, I never wanna let go. But I do, shifting back against the wall. Nico follows, sitting himself in my lap, resting his head on my shoulder. "You really scared me" He mutters. "I know" I mumble back, wrapping my arms around his middle. "Promise you won't do that again" He pleads. "You know I can't do that" I whisper. Nico leans back to look in my eyes. He slings his arms around my neck.

"Promise me that you'll try, please"

"I promise"

A gift

I up the scissors down the light blue ribbon. I let go and it curls up just the way I wanted it to. I've wrapped the box in a white wrapping paper. It's the first birthday gift I've gotten him, It's so nerve-wracking. Will he like it? Will he find it tacky? Would he ever even wear it? Will he give it back to me? Will he understand what I wanted it to mean? I'm rambling again, aren't I? I lay down the scissors and take a deep breathe. He'll like it. He has to. I got him a hoodie, but not just an old camp hoodie. I had brought a camp half-blood hoodie, and a camp Jupiter hoodie. I cut them down the middle, and sewed one of each hoodie together. I made it as invisible as possible. I think it's okay. I also sewed the rest of it together, but I'm keeping that one. Because it's means a lot to me to, to know that I two homes, one here and one there. It's wonderful. I exhale, It'll be okay. He'll like it. there's a knock on my door and shove the box under my bed. "Come in!" I yell, walking to my dresser to look busy. The door opens, but I don't look, roaming through my clothes. "Hello Nicholas" A joking voice says. Jason. "Still not my name" I chuckle. The door clicks closed. And I shut the upper draw, let's hope he didn't see mine. I'd forgotten that I put it in my dresser. "I know" A small wind rustles through my cabin. He's happy, good. Let's hope I don't ruin it. I turn around, looking at him. "So how's my birthday boy?" I tease as he places his hands on my hips. I'm caught a little off guard and he presses his warm lips to mine. Though I quickly settle into the familiar feeling. He backs me into the dresser. My feet slip from the floor with ease and he places me atop the dresser, that is for once not messy. I let my hands rest down his hips, fingers grazing his lower back. I reach down, giving him a light tap on the butt. Light enough that he'll whine about not feeling it. I slip my hand into his back pocket.

He pulls back. Breathing a bit heavily. "Better now" He mutters. "Can more of this be my gift?" He asks, whiney boy. "But then you won't get my real gift" I say playfully. Jason sighs, he's standing right against the dresser. "Wait, you got me a gift?" His shoulders go slack. He looks really confused. Was I not suppose to get him something. "Yeah" I say, suddenly feeling very awkward sitting the dresser. I should get down. I go to move but Jason holds me fast. "Seriously?" "Yes, seriously" Blood rushes to my face, I shouldn't have gotten him anything. My legs are shaky. My chest's tight. "You didn't have to do that" Jason mumbles, losing eye contact. His cheeks turn a light pink. I swing my legs over the side and slip back down. "Well I did, so here" I grab the box from under my bed and practically shoves it into his hands. He fumbles with it, almost dropping it. "Huh" He chuckles. "Thank you" He says, he hasn't even tried to open it. "Well, come on. Open it" I rush out. I hope he likes it, he has to like it. Please like it. "Okay okay" He murmurs. He gently pulls the ribbons lose, undoing it with such care. I lean on my arm on my nightstand, trying to look casual. Like, I'm not freaking out, I'm totally fine. He rips at the white paper gently, it's almost like he's never gotten a gift before. Jason sets the ribbon and paper down on my dresser, looking at the box. He looks up at me, confused. Gods, he clearly hasn't gotten a gift In years. "You, got me a box?" He asks. Weirdly enough, he doesn't sound disappointed, just confused. "No" I laugh, pushing himself op from the nightstand. I grab the scissors and slice open the tape. "It's in the box" I explain. "Oh" He laughs, and opens the box. For a couple of terrifying seconds. He doesn't react. He hates it, he can't stand it, he'll throw it out. Then his face lights up, he's grinning. He pulls the hoodie out, setting the box aside. He feels the soft fabric, then along the part where the shirts meet.

"Nico, it's, gods it's" He looks op at me, eyes so bright with joy. "It's perfect, I love it" He exclaims. "Thank you thank you thank!" Even though it's almost summer he slips the hoodie on. He crashes into me, wrapping me op in a bone crushing hug. "You're welcome" I mumble. I pat his back, a, hey let me go. He gives me one last squeeze before he let's go. "Where the hell did you even get this?" He asks. I reply without thinking. "At the camp stores" "You can get at the camp store?" He asks, snuggling his face into fabric. "Half of it yeah" I say. He cocks his head to the side. "Explain" He says, sticking his hands in the pocket. That was such a pain to sew. I chuckle "Well, I brought a camp half-blood hoodie, and a camp Jupiter hoodie, and then I cut them in half, and then I sewed together. And there you go, new hoodie. I did that, because I know you have a hard time choosing between your camp half hoodie and your camp Jupiter hoodie, and also, it's like, because they're both your home in different ways." I explain, leaning my elbow on the dresser. Jason sniffles, and I glance op in a panic. "Nico, honey. Thank you, so much" He's getting a little teary eyed. "I love it, I love it so much" He wraps me op in another hug, lifting me off my feet by accident. "Hey, it's okay" I rub my hand op by his back. "it's okay" I whisper. He chuckles, pulling back. "What you do with the rest?" He sniffles. I cringe a little. "Well, I didn't wanna throw it out, so I did the same with them" I say, rubbing the back of my neck. "Do you have it?" He asks. "Yeah, you can have that one too if you wa-" "No" He chuckles. "No I don't want it, does it fit you?" I stop halfway through looking for the hoodie. "It fits like your clothes fit me" "Great, put it one, we'll have matching clothes" He almost giggles. I grab it out and slip it over my head. I smile at my happy boyfriend. He caresses my cheek. Leaning in for a kiss. It's short and sweet.

"That's better"