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Anyone else feel threatened by middle schoolers? Just me? Okay.
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MAESTRO Glastonbury
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i ain't arguing with a man with big brown eyes. whatever u say beautiful.
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on idiocy, bugs and the prospect of forever.
idiots 2 lovers & best friends to lovers / minor minor angst? bc oc is losing their mind / unnecessary use of bugs as plot progression (it will make sense i swear)
you and vernon have been dancing on the cusp of friendship and something more for too long now.
at least, that’s what you think. you’re not entirely sure what he thinks, given how quiet he can be sometimes. maybe you’re just misreading the whole situation! maybe your big fat crush on him is completely unrequited and he sees you as nothing more than a best friend! a best friend he likes to watch movies with and make soup for and brush hands with and look at for unnecessarily extensive periods of time!
which is exactly why you’ve been so — silent around him, lately. usually, you’re comfortable enough with him to babble his ear off about whatever you feel like. trains. worms. cats. the flaws in the schooling system which are leading to the collapse of true education. anything you want, you know vernon will listen. but these days, your weekly movie nights are starting to descend into quietude, as you become more and more flustered with trying to hide your feelings.
unfortunately for you, vernon is observant.
“okay,” he speaks suddenly — sudden enough to make you jump — pausing 20th century girl on screen. “enough,” he continues, turning on the sofa to face you. “talk to me.”
slowly, you blink at him. “about something in particular, or…?”
he frowns. “yes. about whatever’s been bothering you for the past… few weeks.”
ah. you bite down on your lower lip, immediately dropping his concerned gaze.
“you know, i tried to,like, give you space, because usually after a week or two, you just let it out. in your own time. but this just keeps going, so i’m asking you instead.”
heat is rising to your cheeks, creeping up your neck. you don’t know what to say. how do you tell him — i think i may be crushing on you harder than anyone has ever crushed before? you can’t.
“are you mad at me? did i do something?” vernon questions, his eyes going wider at the thought.
“no!” you splutter quickly, shaking your head for emphasis. “no. i’d tell you if i was mad at you.”
vernon nods then, and waits.
you look away. the open sincerity and concern in his pretty brown eyes is only making this harder — because all you want to do is fling your arms around his neck and kiss his face off. and you shall not let these thoughts win. you refuse!
your best friend sighs at your continued silence, and he scoots closer, so you guys are practically touching. “look at me,” he says softly.
despite your vows, you listen to him immediately, your eyes tentatively flickering up to meet his. you’re so close to him that you can feel the warmth radiating off his body — you can see the way each eyelash rests gently against his skin — the way his lips part ever so slightly.
a small sound escapes him, like his breath has gotten caught in his throat; just when you think he’s going to speak, his mouth closes, and he just… gazes. directly into your eyes — the most tender, heated gaze you have ever felt in your life.
you suck in a breath. “vernon —”
“just a sec,” he whispers, and one hand comes up to — ever so gently — brush against your face.
you jolt backwards, blinking fast and horrified. “oh my god. there’s a bug on my face, isn’t there?”
vernon startles at your sudden movement, barely registering your words, but you’re gasping and moving closer, with wide, pleading eyes. “vernon! get it off!” you demand, tipping your face in his direction.
when he doesn’t move, you grow increasingly frantic. “vernon! can you please — oh!”
and you cut yourself off with a noise of surprise; because vernon takes your face carefully between his hands, lips colliding with yours in a firm, bruising kiss — one that leaves you gasping with its intensity.
he pulls away too fast.
“shit,” he breathes, closing his eyes for a long second. “i didn’t mean to — well, i did, but — ” he pauses for a moment, and sighs. “god, you have no idea how long i’ve wanted to do that.”
then his eyelids flutter open — eyes wide, fixed on yours to gauge your reaction, hands slowly leaving your cheeks.
you, on the other hand, are gaping wordlessly at him. like a goldfish. the only thing you manage is a squeak — which may possibly be the most humiliating sound you’ve ever made.
just before his hands retreat fully, you grab them in yours, opening your mouth — before you pause. “there was no bug,” you say breathlessly.
vernon’s head tilts to the side, a slight smile tugging at his lips. “there was no bug,” he agrees.
“you were pulling a move.”
“i was, indeed, pulling a move.”
“okay,” you nod slowly, still breathless. “just… give me a moment here. i think i’m processing.”
his smile grows, his eyes soft and fond. “okay.”
your eyes fall on your interlaced hands, noticing how his thumbs gently caress your skin. “wow. wow. that was — that was good.”
“oh?” he raises a brow. “you liked?”
you nod a little too quickly. “are you kidding? i’ve wanted to kiss you for like, fifty billion years now!”
a snort escapes his mouth, and he squeezes your hands. “i can make up for that,” he promises softly.
the beam you give him in return is half your answer; the other half comes in the way you wrap your arms around him and pull him in for another kiss. this time softer, sweeter — slower. like forever is stretching out in front of you.
an / a bit of a longer one this time (sorry) !! they’re idiots and i love them. love u guys (and thanks for well over 200!! idk where you all are coming from but i love u 💗💕💞💓💘)
