I had to write a 200-250 word "clichéd love story" for my writing class… this is what happened. It's a tiny bit longer than intended, and I worry that the clichés are too subtle, but… I don't really care. It's loosely based on an rp, but I think the only thing you really need to know is that Nick is no longer at Dalton. Enjoy (and review? :3)!
"Don't fall in love with your best friend." Isn't that the first rule of both friendship and love? And, yet, I've encountered that very problem. I never thought I would, I truly didn't, but it seems that everyone else saw it coming. We've been inseparable since we met six years ago – until this past summer, that is. I think I'll start thinking of it as 'the summer that changed everything'. He spent the summer avoiding me and I couldn't understand why. His reasons came to light eventually, but they aren't what matters. What matter is that, during this separation, I had to face the realization that I don't know who I am without him.
I'd long referred to him as my other half, but I'd never realized what it meant. And now I do. It's unbearable to keep inside, I've felt for weeks now like I'm about to burst. So I do the only thing I can think of – I make the two hour drive to his new home. Punching the code into the control pad, the door to the apartment complex unlocks with a dull buzz and loud click and I pull it open, rushing down the hall and up the stairs to his level. Standing outside his door, I catch my breath, typing out a text with shaking hands.
"Open your door."
Surprisingly soon for someone who'd no doubt been in bed, I hear him unlocking the door. My breath catches in my throat as I take in his mussed hair and sleepy expression. The extent of his pure adorableness is torturous and I can't help myself.
"Jeff?" His voice rough from sleep, and he coughs, cocking an eyebrow as I step closer, "What are you doing here? Is something w-"
I cut him off, but not with words of my own. My lips press against his as gently as I can manage, my eyes closing when he doesn't immediately push me away. To my surprise, he begins to kiss back, setting off a chain reaction of nervous bursts in my heart and stomach. Still shaking as we break apart, our foreheads rest against one another's. I bite my lip, waiting for the fallout; instead, the most genuine smile I've seen from him in weeks spreads across his face.
"Finally," he murmurs, exasperation in his voice as he initiates our second proper kiss.
