It was getting late. The sun had already begun to set and it was getting colder. The wind whipped at the Westley gentleman's face, even as he pulled his hood back over his head. It wasn't a long walk home, but it felt even shorter with the brunet's mind racing a mile a minute. He was rehearsing what he was going to say when he walked through the door in his head, even as he walked into the apartment building.
Daniel took his hood off as he walked inside. He was debating as to whether or not he should take the elevator, or the stairs. Even though he walked home, the stairs would buy him more time to stall. Thus, his choice was obvious. Sluggishly, the Westley made his way up several flights of stairs to the third floor, and upon reaching it, he was bombarded with the sound of a base reverberating through the hallway. Daniel couldn't help but roll his eyes at it.
The man who lived next door to he and Kris was in a band, and from the sounds he assaulted them with, he played the base. He was friendly, but Daniel didn't much care for his music. IT was possible that it was because he could only hear the base, but when his bandmates were over, their tunes seemed pretty predictable. Daniel and Kristopherson often made fun of it; at least, until they stopped talking. Maybe Daniel could break the ice by joking about the neighbour's music?
Too late. He had already planned out what he was going to say, and it was far too late to change it, as he was only a few feet from the door to his flat. His eyes flickered to the apartment next to his briefly as he reached out to grip the doorknob. He didn't know if he was looking for an excuse to save him from what he was about to do, or what he was expecting, but eventually, he had to go inside.
The Westley twisted the doorknob and walked through the frame, closing the barrier behind him before glancing over at the couch. Strangely, the Faux-blonde wasn't there, causing the man to furrow his brow in confusion. He then turned to walk to his room so he could wait on his friend, only to nearly jump out of his skin when Kristopherson was standing in the doorway to the kitchen. Understandably, the pink-loving gentleman was surprised by the Westley's absurd reaction.
He was standing in a pink T-shirt and a pair of jeans. His hair was combed as well, so Kristopherson must have gone to school that day instead of skipping. Brown eyes examined the Westley's form with both curiosity and concern as the brunet gripped his chest and leaned with his back against the door.
"You alright?" Kristopherson asked with an eyebrow arched. Daniel had not planned on this, and immediately had to reevaluate his plan.
"Yeah… I mean, no, I mean… Uh…" the brunet fumbled, trying to steer things in the direction that he wanted to go. He looked up to see the look of concern on the other man's face fall, only to be replaced with a more somber-looking one. This was going horribly.
"Look…" Kristopherson began, averting his eyes. "If you don't like being here, then why don't you just… move out?"
It hurt to suggest, but the faux-blonde noticed how the boy acted when he saw him. Daniel even left to go on a walk. He never does that. Obviously, he just wanted to be away from Kristopherson. While that was true, it wasn't for the reason that the Miles man thought. Daniel's eyes widened at the other man's words.
"That not it!" he said without thinking. "I want to stay! Unless… unless you want me to leave."
"I don't care either way." Kristopherson lied. "You just don't seem to like being around me anymore…"
"That's only because I don't know how to talk to you! You make me feel all nervous and weird!" blurted out the Westley.
Immediately, upon catching himself, he clasped his hand over his mouth as if he were trying to put the words he just spoke back. He wanted to talk to Kristopherson again, but immediately upon managing to do so, he spoke without a filter just as he always did. Hesitantly, he looked up at the man on the other side of the room again, only to see Kristopherson looking back at him with wide eyes. The Miles' cheeks were just as pink as his shirt, only to be matched by the brunet as well. After a few moments of silence, Kristopherson sighed and looked at the ground.
"Look… if you're weirded out by… that… that thing at the castle…" he began. "Just don't worry about it…"
"But… but I really upset you and I…" Daniel trailed off, not quite knowing how to continue.
"Well, yeah I was upset." His friend replied bashfully. "I was already stressed out and I didn't expect m first kiss to be with my straight best friend."
The brunet perked up at that. Did Kristopherson just call him his "best friend"? Even after all of that? The nonchalant tone in the Miles' voice was somehow discouraging, though. Was it really not that big of a deal to him? Daniel wasn't sure why, but for some reason, that was a bit disappointing. He looked at the floor, unsure as to how to answer that. After a few moments, Kristopherson continued, leaning against the doorframe.
"Don't worry, I won't tell Anna about it." He said, causing a pang of guilt to run through the other man.
Daniel had completely forgotten about his girlfriend. How would she react if he didn't want the kiss to mean nothing to her brother? They had been dating off and on all throughout secondary school, but surely that would be the last straw.
"Look, you're straight, so what's it matter to you?" asked Kristopherson. "That was nothing, so it doesn't count to you. You should be more concerned about kissing your girlfriend."
"Does it count to you, though?" Daniel inquired. Curiously, he looked up, only to see the other man's blush darken and his body tense up.
"N-not really…" The faux-blonde lied, looking to the side. Even someone as dense as Daniel Westley could tell that he was telling a fib. In his excitement toward the discovery, he couldn't help but call Kristopherson out on it.
"You're lying." He said, a faint smile appearing on his face. It faded, however, as Kristopherson stood up straight and frowned.
"I am not!" the Miles gentleman declared, clenching his fists. "What? Did you think I liked you, or something?! As if! Even if I did, I still wouldn't! You're straight and you like Anna! It would be pointless!" A look of surprise befell the Westley as he reached an epiphany.
"That's it…" he said under his breath. "That's why…"
"'Why' what?!" demanded the faux-blonde.
"You're scared of moving forward, just like me." Daniel said. "You can't like me because you might hurt Anna and push me away."
"Don't bullshit yourself…"
"You kissed me back, though." Accused the brunet. "I remember. You kissed back and even hugged me. Why would you do that?"
"I don't know!" Kristopherson answered. "It was just instinct!"
"You hesitated, though." Daniel said, pointing at the man and taking a step forward. "You knew what you what was going on, and knowing you, if you weren't interested in a guy, you would have thrown them across the room for that, but you didn't. Why else would you have done that?"
"I dunno, I was just as out of it as you were!"
"You hesitated!" the Westley said again, continuing to walk forward. With every step he took, the faux-blonde took one backward. "If you were out of it, you wouldn't have! Why?!"
"I don't know!" Kristopherson barked.
"You do know!" Daniel replied. "I may not be the smartest guy, but I know you!"
"Leave me alone!"
"I can't! I have to know!"
"Then tell me why you kissed me!" his friend said, attempting to turn the tables. Eventually, though, he ran out of floor and backed into the refrigerator. He had nowhere to go, and Daniel was still walking toward him. He shut his eyes. "I at least deserve that much!"
To that, the Westley stopped for a moment, trying to formulate the best response. What was he going to say? What had Alois said?
"Most of the problems Ciel and I have had were due to communication. Sometimes, we just really aren't clear in conveying our intentions, so we get mixed up and confused, which sometimes causes us to fight. Remember when we fought in Rio De Jeneiro? That was a communication problem. Once we were honest with each other and made it clear what we wanted from each other, we were able to make a compromise."
Upon remembering that, Daniel knew exactly what he needed to say. He had to answer with complete honesty, and there was no other way. The Westley walked forward again until he was standing right in front of the other man, staring him straight in the face. Even though Kristopherson had his eyes shut, he took a deep breath and spoke.
"Because I wanted to." He said simply. "I was just so happy to see that you were okay. Seeing you made me the happiest, and when I saw your face… I just… really wanted to kiss you."
Once he said that, he watched as the faux-blonde relaxed a bit. Kristopherson opened his eyes just enough to that he could see Daniel through his eyelashes. After a few moments of silence, he somehow managed to answer.
"But… why a kiss?" he asked, startled by how weak his voice sounded. His eyes stung and it was getting hard to see his roommate. Daniel paused.
"I… I'm not really sure of that, yet." He admitted. "I'm still trying to figure it out. I just… wanted to kiss you; I still want to kiss you." His face was completely red at this point and his heart felt like it was going to explode at any second. Daniel looked to the ground.
"I'm not sure if it's… y'know… in a gay way, yet, but…" the Westley continued, pausing before taking another deep breath. "…I… I-I think I like you in a way that I don't like Anna. You make me feel weird and she doesn't..."
It was those words that made Kristopherson so shocked, that he lost all of his own. His eyes widened and his mouth hung open, slightly. He wasn't sure if he heard his friend correctly, but he sure hoped he did. Daniel waited for the faux-blonde to reply, feeling less confident with each agonizing second that passed. He closed his eyes, but seconds later, a hand lightly impacted his cheek. He looked up to see Kristopherson staring straight at him.
"What was that for?!" demanded the Westley.
"For being an idiot." Bluntly answered his friend. With his other hand, Kristopherson playfully slapped the brunet's other cheek. "And that's for being a dick about it."
"Are you done yet?"
"Nope. A few more." Kristopherson replied, slapping Daniel's other cheek again before slapping the other. "That's for my sister, and that's because I felt like it."
Finally, he stepped forward, removing himself from the refrigerator door and forcing the other man back. Daniel didn't get far, however, as the faux-blonde took his cheeks in his hands and gently pressed their lips together. After a moment, the brunet's eyes fluttered closed and he kissed Kristopherson back, wrapping his arms around the other man's waist. It didn't last, however, as the Miles gentleman soon pulled away.
"And that's because I like you." Kristopherson stated. He rested his hands on the brunet's shoulders and looked away, embarrassed by his words and actions. He could feel Daniel staring at him, but couldn't see how bright red his face was.
"Oh, God…" the Westley said. "I'm totally gay for you…" he added, causing his friend to look at him again.
"You can't be!" Kristopherson declared. "What about Anna?!"
"Shit… what do I do?" Daniel answered, mostly to himself. "I shouldn't go out with her if I don't like her, but it'd be weird to dump her for her brother…"
"Don't lead her on, you dick! And who said we're going out?!"
"Huh?! You… You don't want to?" bashfully asked the brunet. Now he had made a terrible mistake. Kristopherson furrowed his brow and stabbed the Westley in the chest with his finger.
"I will not go out with you until you've solved this thing with my sister." He scolded. "I refuse to be a mistress!"
"But you kissed me knowing that I'm still with Anna, though?"
"Shut up!"
"But you fancy me though?"
"I said shut up!"
A/N: THESE FUCKING NERDS.
UGH. IT'S DISGUSTING.
I LOVE IT.
Oh, Dan, you're still in deep shit...
Until the next chapter, my duckies~!
CHARACTER SHET
Question(s): "Hmm...Wait. when did CIEL become the wife? Alois, is there ANYTHING you want for your birthday? Sebby, you don't like the taste of human food? That sucks. Like, a lot." by Vannaluv
Ciel's Answer:"I didn't. He was only joking. We're both men, so that's impossible, and we aren't married..."
Alois' Answer:"Eh, I dunno? A date-night that doesn't end in terrorist activity?"
Sebastian's Answer:"I've never acquired a taste for it. It's incredibly bland when compared to a soul."
