From my Balcony - Chapter Twelve
Notes: Last chapter. It isn't much of a finale, but the boys are just going through their daily lives, so a clear cut ending would make it seem as if they had died. Thank you all for your feedback! It's made posting this here really worth it. I loved writing this, so I'm glad so many of you have enjoyed reading it.
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July
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"God damn! How long have I known you and I still don't know how to shop for you."
"I guess it's good that I'm not a girl, then. Then I'd actually care about you getting stuff for me."
"Holy shit, you'd make a crappy girl."
"…What's that supposed to mean?"
"Uh, nothing. You're just too… well, apathetic, I guess."
"And too gay."
"No no, you like guys, so that'd be the only girly thing you'd be good at."
"I don't know, I was pretty cruddy at liking you. I didn't even swoon or anything."
"You should stop complaining about how sucky of a girl you make, or I'll start calling you 'princess' again."
"Please, God, no. Those were the worst two weeks of my life."
"Hahahaha! That's what you get for being so damn girly!"
"I'm not girly! I beat you in that arm wrestling match! You're the girl."
"We were almost evenly matched, that doesn't make me girly."
"It makes you more girly than me."
"I think not, you face is so girly that it makes up for my being only slightly weaker than you."
"Bu-what? My face isn't girly!"
"Look at those huge eyes! Only girls have eyes that big."
"What the he-"
"Anyway! God, I still don't know how to shop for you! How long have I known you!"
"…. I can't really blame you, we practically know nothing about each other. None of our conversations have any real content."
"They sure as hell don't. That was the twentieth time we've had that conversation about you being a girl…"
"…"
"…I mean, you not being a girl. And how long has it been? Since I met you, I mean."
"…. Eleven months, one week and 5 days."
"Holy shit! The boy's been counting!"
"Shut up, I only know because it was around when school started."
"Sure it was."
"What are you shopping for anyway? Christmas isn't for another five months."
"Your birthday. Because, you know, it's today."
"Damnit, how did you find out?"
"Aha, planning on pulling an Axel, where you? Too bad! I asked your mo-om."
"Why didn't I think of that?"
"… Because my mom doesn't live here?"
"I could have asked Demyx."
"I guess that's true. So, here you go. Happy birthday, kiddo."
"……… I-is this….."
"A giant tub of ice cream? Yes, it is."
"Sea-salt…?"
"Of course! God, I know you at least a little bit, have some faith."
"… I'm going to get spoons."
"………… You know, you only needed one."
"I'm going to make you eat it, too."
"… You still only need one."
"… Oh."
"Well, eat it!"
"Axel…"
"Hm?"
"Thanks."
"Heh."
"… Now you eat some."
"What?"