One Shot Series

1: I Meant It

I watched as Iggy pushed Angel on the rusty swings, his smile lighting up his face that had been weary for days. I fell into a daydream of Iggy and all the years we've been together, as best friends. A cold hand grasped mine tightly, pulling me back into reality. I hadn't realised I had been staring at Iggy, and Fang obviously noticed, grabbing my hand in the process. Iggy seemed to see this action, so he decided to skip over to Fang and I, holding out his hand to me in a chivalrous fashion. I let out a laugh and grabbed his hand, relishing in the warmth it sent throughout my body.

Grinning, he pulled me towards one of the tallest trees in the park and began to climb it. We helped each other up the whole way, him climbing upon a higher branch and hoisting me up and vice versa. We sat near the top so we could peek through the branches, where the ice capped mountains stood in front of the dropping sun. A pinkish glow settled in the sky, the clouds dusting the sky, instead of clotting up into white fluffy balls. I looked down at my hand and realised I was still holding Iggy's. Although, I made no move to let it go.

"Max, Can I ask you a question?" Iggy asked abruptly.

"Sure, Igs," I answered curiously.

"Why Fang? Out of all people, he's cold and he never smiles, I don't think he can even cook!" Iggy finished, spoken out.

The questions struck home. I couldn't figure out why I chose Fang, he was dark, mysterious and closed off. I wore my heart on my sleeve and was open towards my friend and family. I looked across Iggy's smooth face as he stared into the distance. His strong jawline and high cheekbones protruding out of lightly dusted cheeks, blushing maybe?

Iggy had always been there for me, every step of the way I went in life. He never left my side.

"I chose Fang to hide my true feelings for someone else," I answered, still unsure of where this was going.

"Oh," you could hear the disappointment in his voice. He cleared his throat. "So, uh, who is the guy exactly?"

I shifted my weight til I was facing him, turning his chin around to face me.

I leant closer, my lips inches from his.

"It's you," I whispered before closing the gap.

It was like a warm fire ignited in the pit of my stomach, safe and warm like a hug from Iggy. The kiss lasted only a mere few seconds but it left us both breathless by the end of it.

"I've been in love with you since we were ten Max, and it hasn't changed since," Iggy confessed.

"The moment I set eyes on you, even if I didn't know it yet, I fell in love with you," I smiled into his eyes.

"I love you, Max."

"I love you too."

And I meant it.

Just started a miniature one-shot series thing. Tell me what you think. RnR.