Chapter 3
"So dude, video games at your place again?" Prompto asked one day as they walked home from school.
"You know it. Ready to be creamed again?" Noctis asked as he nudged Prompto in the side.
"What? Dream on! You'll be the one being creamed!" Prompto laughed as he nudged Noctis back.
Right away Noctis wrapped an arm around Prompto and pulled him in to ruffle his hair. "I'll make you eat those words! I am the master of the games! I am undefeatable!"
"Then why is it I beat you at every shooter game we play at the arcade? Huh? Huuuuh?" Prompto asked sly as he tried to break from Noctis's hold.
"Well that's because… because…" Noctis cursed at himself for not thinking quick enough on a response. "Cause the controls must be busted! That's why!"
"You dork! You're such a sore loser!"
"I am not!"
"Are too!"
"Am not!"
Noctis continued to laugh at their rather childish bickering until he realized he still had Prompto wrapped in his arm. His heart rate escalated as he took in how close this made him to Prompto. He could practically smell the shampoo he used. He was sure that it was coconut scented, and he wished so badly that he could bury his face against Prompto to take in the smell. He wished he could just nuzzle his face against Prompto's and share that warmth.
But the moment had to be ruined of course when he felt a sharp pain in his lungs. He let go of Prompto and started to wheeze.
"Shit shit shit. Not now. Anything but now."
Noctis tried his hardest to keep the petals from spewing out. He could already feel them in the back of his throat and if he coughed Promtpo would see it and start to question it. That could not happen, Noctis would not let it.
"Whoa dude, you okay?"
"Yeah," Noctis said in between raspy breaths. "Just allergies or something, it's the season for it after all. Should have taken some allergy meds this morning.
He coughed slightly, feeling the petals in his throat. He needed to get away from Prompto. It was either that or try his best to keep the petals in his mouth until he could get a moment away from him.
"Geez sounds pretty bad. You sure you'll be okay? Maybe I got something at my place that could help?" Prompto asked as he placed a hand on Noctis's back.
"Prom you're just too good for me. What would I do without you…" Noctis wished he could have said that, but with the coughing he wasn't able to do so.
He could feel the petals hit his palm again and he pleaded there were only a few. Quickly he wiped his hand from his mouth and moved his hand to his back, trying to make it look like he was pressing on his back to stretch it out. But he was really just trying to place the petals into his back pocket, if Prompto never saw them then there would never be a problem.
"I'll be fine," Noctis lied. "Now come on. I got games to beat you at!"
"Sure, whatever you say 'master of games'," Prompto chuckled again.
Noctis smiled, trying to breath in as steadily as he could. His heart was still rapidly breathing from before and his breath was shaky, but he was going to keep pushing on. Though he could see trying to hide this from Prompto was going to be harder than he thought.
So yes this chapter is a bit short, but this was all a part of my plan in making the story like this. It came to me in this way and I felt better making shorter chapters in this regard. Either way I hope you all enjoyed!