Oblivious Crush
"How is he this damn oblivious?" bemoaned Crowley, spreading out across his desk. Beatriz gave him a look and rolled her eyes.
"What's happened now?" she asked. Crowley took a quick look out into the hallway to make sure there were no teachers coming, before pulling out his phone. He showed Beatriz his messages to Aziraphale.
There were a lot of hearts. Too many to be normal. Mostly from him.
Beatriz smirked a little at a message and Crowley immediately knew what she had seen. He had made a joke, some little joke about his being Aziraphale's school boyfriend. Aziraphale had called him silly and they continued joking around.
"Wow, you got it bad," snickered Beatriz. "Sucks to be you, I guess."
Crowley made a joking move to slap Beatriz over the back of the head as she burst out laughing. "You're not helping Bea."
"That's me, not helping since '03."
At that moment, Haz, Damon and Lee walked in. "What's Bea not helping with?" asked Haz, sitting down across the desk from Crowley on a turned around chair. Lee perched on the edge of Crowley's desk.
Crowley didn't respond and just laid himself face down on his desk grumbling to himself. "He's in love," whispered Beatriz. "And it's making him an idiot."
"I can hear you, you know," mumbled Crowley, looking up. His face was turning bright red with embarrassment
"We know hon." Bea patted him on the shoulder in a way Crowley would have considered condescending had he not been closer to Bea. They had been friends since they were kids.
"Wait, you're still on that guy?" asked Damon, pushing his long white hair from his face. "The Jehovah's witness looking kid? What's his name again? It's something stupid and fancy."
"Aziraphale Eden," replied Crowley. "And he's not a Jehovah's witness. He's a practicing Catholic."
"Is he… homophobic?" interjected Lee, leaning dangerously far back in his chair.
Crowley shook his head. "His parents low key are, but he's not."
"What's stopping you then?"
Crowley went to speak, but then buried his face in his hands. "He's straight. There's no way he likes me."
Across the school Aziraphale was having a similar conversation with his brother. Gabriel had given Aziraphale a sharp look. "You do know that boy has a crush on you right?" he said.
"There's no way he likes me," responded Aziraphale. "We're just friends."
But even he wasn't too sure now. Obliviousness did, after all, have its limits.