"Ugh, WHY do we have to walk all the way through this stupid desert…?"
"Hush, Lloyd! Stop complaining."
Lloyd sighed, glancing over at the silver-haired boy. He gazed at him, looking away every time the younger boy's eyes flicked to meet his gaze.
Genis glanced downwards, trying to hide the gentle blush that had spread across his cheeks. The way Lloyd looked at him…it always struck something in him. He didn't know what. He didn't know why this always happened. Lloyd was seventeen. He was only twelve. Nothing was ever going to happen between them. Even if he wished foranything to happen, his wished would never be granted. He frowned a little bit.
"Genis, look out!"
"Mm...What?" Genis glanced up, meeting Lloyd's gaze for a split second, before hitting the sandy ground. Face first. "Oww…" Genis slowly stood up, dusting himself off, noticing that the blush had grown darker. He spit out a few grains of sand.
"Hah! You okay, buddy?" Lloyd asked, holding back a laugh.
"Y-Yeah…I'm okay…" Genis muttered.
Lloyd threw an arm around the other's shoulder, guiding him along. "You see, Genis, you have to watch where you step. You have to constantly keep an eye out for danger. It could be around any corn—"Lloyd's sentence was cut short as he hit the ground with a thud.
Genis couldn't help but laugh. "Nice one, Lloyd. Now quit fooling around. We need to get to Treit."
Lloyd looked up at the younger boy, frowning a bit. Genis chuckled, holding out a hand, offering to help the older boy up. Gripping his hand, Lloyd attempted to haul himself up, but ended up tugging Genis into his arms.
"Uh-Uhmm…" Genis' face was an unimaginable shade of red. He began to stutter. "L-Lloyd…maybe we should get going..."
Lloyd smirked, leaning up far enough just to whisper in Genis' ear. "You're so beautiful…"
Genis' eyes widened as he stared past Lloyd's shoulder. "Um, Lloyd! You know…we really should be going! Colette is waiting for us a-and—!!" Genis didn't even bother to finish his sentence. He shot up, taking off towards Treit.
Lloyd sat in silence, staring after him. He sighed. After all, Genis was twelve, he was seventeen. Nothing would ever happen between them. Genis did not love him back. Hell, Genis was probably afraid to go near him now. He knew that his wishes would never be granted. Ever.
