1 year ago

"Hey Gil?"

"Yeah."

"Can I tell you something?"

"Shoot."

"I love you."

Gilbert's eyes went wide as he stopped dancing, probably making them look weird in the eyes of their classmates. He picked his head off of Matthews shoulder and looked him in the eyes.

"You don't have to say anything back," Matthew said over the loud music, immediately pulling him back into a slow dance. Gilbert laced his arms around Matthew, still wide-eyed. The shocked expression on Gilberts face faded as he realized they weren't really dancing. They were just shifting their weight side to side, like losers.

He started to giggle, which turned into full on laughter. Matthew pushed him back and gave him a weird look, to which Gilbert wiped away a tear and just kept laughing.

A few seconds went by before he took Matthews face into his hand, rushed their lips together.

Gilberts mind shut down as he heard a gasp escape Matthew. He felt electricity shot through his body, like the butterflies in his stomach were set free. Matthew kissed back and the music in the background became mute.

They were both in their own world, where no one but them mattered. Gilbert wanted this to last forever. He felt like he could die like this; in the arms of the only person who understood him, inside and out.

The music became audible again as they seperated. Gilbert felt like he needed air, even though they only kissed for a few seconds. He looked into Matthews eyes and thought of how lucky he was, how such an amazing person could just tell him they loved him. It truly puzzled him. But he was happy.

"I love you too…" Gilbert watched Matthews face. The way his already red face bloomed into a bright scarlet color. Gilbert grabbed Matthews hand and lead him out of the gym to get their coats. They both had big goofy grins on their faces as they left the school.

They walked down many streets, not really caring where they end up. They were just enjoying each other's company; talking about anything that came to mind.

They eventually came up to place they recognised as the middle school park on other side of town. Gilbert grabbed Matthews hand and dragged him to the swingsets.

"Gil, I know you can be a little immature, but don't you think this is a bit… childish?" Matthew said with a small smile on his face, sitting on the swings.

"What? No way!" Gilbert explained, "This is my own little world. Whenever I feel like crap or need to get the hell away from people, I always end up here."

"Oh… I get it," Matthew started swinging, "I go into the forest preserve behind my house. I sit and write. I think it's the sound of nature that really calms me.''

Matthew looked to Gilbert, where he finds him already 10 feet off the ground. Matthew shook his head a little and joined him.

Their swings eventually sync up, which strangely made Gilbert blush. Matthew hadn't noticed Gilbert starring at him in awe.The way his blonde hair moved with every motion; back and forth.

But the most amazing thing to him was the expression on Matthew's face. For once, he looked sincerely happy. It's not the fake shit he puts on when he asks if he was alright. It looks like he's in pure bliss.

Matthew looked over to him and caught his gaze. Gilbert smiled and extended his hand, which Matthew gladly took.

They swang for what seemed like hours, before Matthew put his feet down through the mulch. Their Hands separated as Gilbert kept swinging. Matthew was about to say something, but Gilbert cut him off by letting go of the swing and flying through the air.

He flew what felt like 20 feet off the ground and, surprisingly, landed on his feet. He looked over to the blond and smiled, "it's getting late. My grandpa's going to be pissed if he has to wait for me."

Matthew hummed in understanding. So they started back the way they came, again talking about anything and everything. This time, however, their hands intertwined as they walked down side streets that all look the same.

By the time they got back to the school, people were spilling out of the front doors. Matthew looked to gilbert with the most mischievous face he could make.

"Wanna go see if there's any free stuff left behind?"

"Oh, so you're the criminal now?"

"I learned from the best," he said, suggestively.

Gilbert's face burned a bit before spotting his grandfather's car honking through the traffic. He grabbed the blonds hand and pulled him behind a tree next to the school.

"Grandpas here," he felt brave, so he hugged Matthew and planted a quick, nervous kiss to his lips. He pulled his arms back and walked a few feet with his hands in his coat pockets.

He stopped and looked back, "I love you…"

Matthew looked from behind the tree and spoke with a smile, "I love you too."

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Author's Note: I know this is a short chapter, but I wanted to give readers something to hold them over. And I'm sorry if its kinda dumb… Romance isn't my strongest genre...