Title; To Anyone But You
Authoress; Chrome Hearts
Style: Chaptered Series
Chapter Nine – Aftermath: Who You Are.
Fandom; My Candy Love
Main Focus; Alexy x OC
Rating; T+
A/N: OPPA GANGNAM STYLE!
That is all.
Disclaimer; All publicly recognizable characters, settings, etc. are the property of their respective owners. The original characters and plot are the property of the author. The author is in no way associated with the owners, creators, or producers of any media franchise. No copyright infringement is intended.
~TABU~
"So," Castiel asked as he sat on his bed opposite me, tuning his guitar as he did so. "What was it that he needed to show you?"
I shrugged lightly, looking at my hands. "Nothing."
"Nothing?" Castiel laughed, shaking his head. "Mate, he seemed pretty excited to show you something. It can't have just been nothing."
Sighing inwardly, I remained quiet for a few moments, not wanting to look at Castiel in the eyes.
"He showed me a tree. It really was nothing…"
Castiel made a small noise of disagreement in the back of his throat before leaning backwards on his bed, his head touching the wall.
"I really thought that-"
"Castiel?" I asked quietly, lifting my head to look at him. He pushed himself back up into a sitting position, his dark eyes moving to land on me. Making a circulate motion with his hand for me to continue, I sucked in a small breath.
"Why did you invite me over just to talk about this?"
Castiel's lips tugged upwards into a genuine smile and he chuckled quietly, running his long fingers through his dyed hair.
"I just wanted to know if anything important happened, is all," he said, offering me a one shouldered shrug. "You know… Any good news."
I shook my head, looking down at my hands once more.
"No," I whispered quietly. "Nothing happened."
Castiel let out a long, drawn out sigh as he got to his feet and crossed the room, sliding his back down the wall to sit next to me.
"Look, Ty," he said softly, putting a hand reassuringly on my shoulder. "I'm sorry for what I said about Alexy. I guess I just wanted the best for my drummer. But after Lysander told me that, er, well… I guess Alexy is what's best for you."
I kept my eyes cast downward, my fingers toying with the hem of my jumper. I could feel my heartbeat quicken at the sound of Alexy's name, and immediately, my mind replayed the day's events. Biting down hard on my bottom lip, I sat in silence.
"Tyson," Castiel said quietly. "Is there anything else you want to tell me?"
I sucked in a shuddering breath and looked up at my friend – I could feel my eyes burning from the effort it took to not cry and my teeth pressed farther into my bottom lip to stop it from quivering.
"What happened?"
"He kissed me," I whispered, burying my face in my hands in shame. "And I kissed him."
Castiel made a small noise of surprise before he chuckled quietly as he attempted to pry my face away from my hands.
"I don't see any problem in that, Tyson."
A loud sob escaped my lips and I drew in another shuddering breath.
"I do," I managed to choke out, my voice no more than a whisper. "Castiel, I'm scared."
Letting out a quiet sigh, Castiel pulled me into a comforting hug.
"Alright," he said, his tone annoyed. "I don't get you. I thought you'd be happy about this, not scared and upset. Explain. Now."
I choked out another quiet sob before lifting my head to face my friend.
"I'm scared," I managed to say at last, "because I think I like him."
With a roll of his eyes, Castiel gave me a gentle shove in the shoulder.
"Your point? I really like Jo Jo, but I don't go around crying about it."
I shook my head meekly. "It's not the same. It's just… I… I'm not gay."
The red head shrugged his shoulders lazily.
"Alright, so you're bisexual, then? That's also fine."
I flinched at the sound of it. I couldn't be. There was no way that-
"I just don't want to hurt him."
~TABU~
Alexy's Viewpoint.
Armin chuckled quietly to himself as he watched me from across the dinner table, an amused glint in his crystal blue eyes.
"I trust today was productive for you then?" he said, tilting his head to the side.
I looked up from my casserole, a happy giggle escaping my lips. I could feel the blood rushing to my cheeks, but I didn't care. Armin had most likely already guessed, so there was no point in trying to hide it.
"You could say that," I grinned, dropping my fork into my unfinished dinner and standing up.
Armin sighed, a small smile tugging the corners of his lips upwards as he collected his plate and got to his feet, walking over to the sink.
"I'm glad you're so happy about this, Al. But are you sure? I mean… Tyson-"
I bumped my shoulder into his playfully, the light pink on my cheeks darkening slightly.
"I'm sure, Armin," I said simply. "He's not going to hurt me. He even said so himself."
Armin's smile widened into a satisfied smirk.
"Oh, so that's what the two of you were talking about in the bathroom when you were cleaning him up. Right. Girly things."
I narrowed my eyes and pouted.
"They're not girly," I defended.
Armin shrugged his shoulders, taking my plate out of my hands and placing it into the soapy sink water.
"Right, if you say so." He paused for a moment in thought, before a small sigh escaped his lips. "I know I'm probably going to regret asking, but… What actually happened?"
I smiled happily, my stomach growing giddy. I could feel my face steadily growing into a dark shade of red.
"We kissed," I said simply. Then, held up my hand. "Wait, no. I kissed him, just to show him my feelings. And then, he pulled me back and kissed me."
"That's great," Armin said, not taking his eyes off the dishes in the sink. "I'm happy for you."
I waved my hands in front of his face excitedly.
"But that's not all," I said, my speech quickening.
"Armin sighed, tugging on the plug and flicking the bubbles from his hands.
"Oh, really?" he said, a sarcastic grin on his face. "There's more?"
I nodded eagerly, rocking on the balls of my feet.
"Of course. There's more to a kiss than just the, er… Kiss. Wait, that didn't- Forget it. Armin, it was wonderful!"
Chuckling quietly to himself, Armin crossed the kitchen to the pantry and pulled out a bag of potato chips.
"I'm glad you enjoyed yourself. Now, if you'll excuse me – I'm going to go play Starcraft."
I made a face as I followed him up the stars and into his –highly dorky, in my opinion- bedroom.
The walls were littered with an array of World of Warcraft and Diablo collector's edition posters, and his shelves were full of Zelda figurines; his prized possessions.
"But Starcraft is boring," I sighed. "And I've got more to tell you!"
Armin drummed his fingers on his desk as he waited for his computer to boot up and I could tell he was doing his best to tune out the finer details of what I was saying.
"And then," I grinned, "he wrapped his legs around me, and-"
"Alright," Armin sighed, running his hands through his ebony hair. "That's enough. I get the point. You kissed your boyfriend. That's fantastic. Now stop with the detail already. There are some things I don't need to know."
My grin widened slightly at his irritation.
"Just letting you know the basics so you know what to do when it's your time." I winked at him and he looked away, grumbling in annoyance.
"Besides," I added quickly. "Tyson isn't my boyfriend… Yet."
~TABU~
A/N: How awkward. I've had the same posters in my room as Armin currently has in his. Le gasp!
So, that must be where mine disappeared to…
What sort of sorcery is this?
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