The Biggest Git
The corridors were only filled with her sobs.
"Why, why, doesn't he see what we have," she asked the shadows, still sobbing. "4 years and he still doesn't get it. For 2 years now I've known I love him, but no, he doesn't get it. The biggest git I've ever laid my eyes upon."
"If you're talking about me, I've just been too scared to ask you if you loved me." He replied to her walking out of the shadows that were now behind her. "Now I know my answer so I was wond. . .,"
"JUST DON'T," she screamed at his, interrupting him in the process as well, "JUST DON'T." She began to sob even harder. "Do you follow me everywhere I go?" she questioned him, glaring.
But he stood tall and proud against her wrath, the glare not making him falter. "No," he said collectedly but anger and sadness was visible in his eyes. "I don't follow you everywhere; I was hiding in the shadows thinking of what the best way to tell you I love you would be when you interrupted my thoughts, so now. . .."
Kissing her seemed to be the right thing to do and it was, she kissed back. His arms went around her waist, their main purpose was moving her closer, and when she got to him keeping her there. Her arms snaked around his neck and clung to him.
Breaking the kiss he whispered, "So now, I'll show you."
"You did a very good job showing me but I don't remember if I was kissed or not," she whispered back jokingly.
"You were."
"Prove it."
So he did, and to them it seemed that several long moments – or maybe half an hour – or possibly several sunlight days they broke apart.
Two people, the best friends of them came out of the shadows, looked at each other then them and said, "Finally, took you long enough," then left.
The remaining two lovers enjoyed the rest of the afternoon.