((A/N: This took an unreasonably long time to write (full disclosure, I actually wrote this in the past three days. I just never got around to writing the next chapter until now). And, yes, warning, this might seem a little cheesy. :D Nevertheless, I hope you enjoy, and I will try not to take this long to update in the future.))
((~Bo))
The night you had was wonderful, yes. But still, after a long rantpost on Tumblr and a good nights rest, you woke up feeling the same. It was sort of surreal, but you didn't think much of it. The day was Saturday, and the sweet sunlight kissed your face and commanded you to rise. "Goddammit…." Pulling the covers off, you sat in silence, not really doing anything. Quiet sounds were drifting from down the hall, causing you to blink a little, coming to consciousness. Last nights clothes were thrown on the floor with obvious lackluster, and, rolling out of bed, you stooped to pick them up, tossing them on your still warm bed. At the moment, you didn't feel like doing anything, saying anything….Your phone vibrated on your open laptop, causing you to jump, and check the screen with curiosity. Of course, it was Freedom.
Freedom: eyyyy….guess last night was fun?
You: si! it was perfect.
Freedom: you wanna do this again sometime? :D
You raised an eyebrow in surprise, and broke out into a huge smile. Your fingers were on fire as you tapped back
You: sure! when?
Freedom: you free on mon. night?
Frowning, you mentally checked your schedule. Hm...I would have a load of homework to do...meh, i'll be fine.
You: yep! see ya then!
Freedom: :D
Not really caring about the day ahead, you snuggled back onto your bed, envisioning what would be in store on Monday.
(Timeskip to Monday afternoon)
All day, your thoughts were littered by the possibilities that the alleged second date held. It was odd, almost; being such good friends one moment, and the passionate feelings the next. You had never considered your crush when the two of you would have gaming sessions, chat on FaceTime, etc, etc… and out of the blue, you have the mentality of a lovesick puppy….
The day was a sweet partly cloudy, a nice 50 degrees, as told by your weather app. You were travelling the same worn path that you took every day after school, consumed in your thoughts of a particular blonde boy. What else is new… A gust of wind blew through your hoodie, stinging your skin pleasantly. The day has been a depressing blur; the grogginess of Mondays wasn't something a typical student enjoys. To add to it, not a soul spoke a word to you today, causing the memories of your classes to run together. Whatever..it's not like anyone gives a flying fuck. Your house neared, and you could feel your pace pick up. Brushing your (hair color) hair out of your eyes, you broke to a run, hoping that the house provided escape to the outside world.
You quietly scampered to your room, shifting your backpack so that the straps won't slip. Thank god you finished the majority of your work in study hall. It was a big accomplishment, actually; there were a quintet of boys that sat in the back. Quite friendly, nice from what you've seen. But they
Wouldnt.
Shut.
Up.
Many a time, you've had to twist your head around, and shush them, since no one else seemed up to the task. Particularly to 1 out of the 5, the one you called Sonic, due to his spiky hair. The other source of the noise usually came from a short, blonde boy, whom which you've called Shota. For obvious reasons. It alway irked you how they never seemed to get in any trouble… Probably because of the tall and stoic personality that reasoned with teachers about their misbehavior. Shota always seemed clinging to him, for some reason.
Oh, snap out of it! You shook your head, realizing you've spent a good five minutes daydreaming about the loud boys in your study hall. Come on, all you have is an Algebra page, lets get to it.
You settled on your bed, stomach down, and began digging in your backpack, in pursuit of a pencil. When a Papermate pencil was found, you blinked, and began working your first problem, the scratch of your pencil lulling you.
(Timeskip to around 15 minutes later)
"Ugh, finally." You muttered, stuffing the (completed) math page in your backpack, glad that the burden of school was finally off your chest. Rolling on your back, you pulled out your trusty phone, revealing a text from a certain boy that was sent eight minutes ago.
Freedom: yo, (y/n), meet me at Daniel Park at five, don't need to bring anything. dress casual. :D
"Alrighty, then, Freedom.." A warm feeling coursed through your veins at the message. You rolled off your bed, realizing that it was 4:36 already. The house seemed tranquil today as you pawed through your closet, settling on an Assassin's Creed shirt, paired with jean shorts and brown sandals. When you popped your head out from your bathroom, the time had melted away, the clock reading 5:45. After adding a couple swipes of mascara and lip balm, you set off down the stairs, and out into the sweet night. You set a quick text to the expectant lover (along the lines of: on my way~!). The air seemed sweeter as the sun scorched the sky, just beginning to stain the atmosphere with color. The small and secluded park popped into view after around three minutes, along with a very excited America.
"Hey, dude! Come on over!" His nasal voice echoed through the trees of the park, and you set off into a run, seeing that the American had set up a picnic by the creek. His face lit up as you ran closer; he had a little blush in his eye. "Hey…" You said shyly, running a hand up your neck. "I've been waiting for you.." Freedom remarked, laughing a bit after he processed what he just said. "That….came out a little creepy..whatever. C'mon!" With his usual youthful vigor, America pounced over to the little picnic he conducted (it consisted of sandwiches, a container of potato salad, a bag of chips, and two cokes. Typical..). With a laugh, you joined him on the soft grass, pulling open the bag of chips. "T-this is awesome!" You whisper, studying the small, yet cool creek that ran a few inches away from your toes. A suspended silence was your reply; from the tone, you guessed that the blonde was blushing, as usual. Laying down, you grab another (favorite chip), and much absentmindedly, already enjoying the simplistic, yet sweet night.
After eating through all of the food, you sat together together on the grass,feet dipped into the cool stream. You were talking, laughing about anything, and everything. The two of you were just in a deep conversation about IHOP when the energetic boy stopped mind sentence, visibly becoming nervous. "You okay there..?" You inquire gently, cocking your head at the sudden behavior. "N-no, I'm okay...wow...look at the stars, (yn).." He commented, shifting uncomfortably. Gazing up into the atmosphere, you squinted at the purple-turning-navy sky, unable to see the familiar bright balls of gas. "You might want to get your glasses checked, America, I don't see any stars-"
Your sentence was cut off by a hand turning your face to the right, and the sensation of soft lips pressed against your. Surprised, you widened your eyes, but slowly sank into the kiss, not sure what to do. The boy opposite of you didn't look like he knew either, but it didn't stop him from grabbing ahold of your waist mid-kiss. After about fifteen seconds, you pulled away, a blushing mess. "I-Is that what you called me out for?" You whispered, incredibly touched by the kiss. America smirked a bit, not a trace of awkwardness on his face. "You said you didn't see the stars….I thought this would help you see them." His blue orbs danced with relief, cocky confidence, and a definite pulsing of passion. The feeling of his hand clutched around your waist sent small little shivers up your back, shivers that you would never have thought you could experience from your gamer/geek friend. "Y-yeah, I guess you did.." With another pulse of passion, you pulled in for another kiss, and, leaping up, you dashed into the twilight.
