Here he was again, sitting on the couch, impatiently bouncing his leg, waiting for his best friend to arrive. Last time John had to go to his parents and he hadn't seen Smitty for a couple of weeks. Man had those weeks been long. Now, he hadn't seen the other in months. There were no words to describe how much he missed Smitty.
He was also nervous, after what happened in April, he had no idea how Smitty would react. He hoped the other had worked through his feelings, he knew Smitty could get swallowed by thoughts and he hoped he had given the other enough time to work through them.
He just wanted his best friend back and he was willing to do everything to make that happen. All he wanted was to wrap his arms around him and hold him close. To feel him close to him, to hear his laugh, to see him smile.
He saw Tyler giving him a look out of the corner of his eyes. John had told his friends how he felt about their Canadian milk bag and they all wanted to help. They had told him how they thought he and Smitty were perfect for each other. Even Delirious asked how he could help. John had casually said he could lure Smitty by saying he was coming to the party as well, which earned him a chuckle from the masked man.
"If it takes me showing my face to get you two together, I'd do it without hesitation," Delirious said, letting everyone know how serious he was. Evan immediately began to protest, telling him to not joke about such things and that he should always choose for himself whether he wanted to show his face or not and to not be pressured into it. Delirious chuckled.
As the two bantered about it, the others laughed. John felt flattered. It meant a lot to him. His friend's support meant the world to him. Tho he would've loved Smitty even if they didn't agree. He remembered telling Grizzy and Blarg about it as well. They had asked if he and Smitty were up for a game of Rainbow Six Siege.
"I don't mind, tho I don't think Smitty can play," he had said. Blarg had asked if he was okay, he thought something bad had happened. He wasn't that wrong. "Is he in the hospital?! Is that why he hasn't been posting vids?" Grizzy had yelled at him to calm down.
"Uhh…" John had said, blinking," No, he's fine, I think. Last time I checked he wasn't in the hospital. I don't know." Blarg had gasped. "What do you mean 'you don't know'? Aren't you two practically living together?" Grizzy asked. "He's been at is parents house for quite some time now," John explained," He needed time to himself."
"Oh, okay," Blarg said. "I haven't really talked to him since then," John said. He could hear one of them mutter a 'damn'. "Wait, for how long have you not seen each other?" Grizzy asked. "Since April."
"Wait, what-" Blarg sounded shocked. "That's like 2 whole months," Grizzy muttered. John shrugged. "Yeah," he said," So… Siege?" After that they invited some others, boosted up the game and fixed their recording programs.
Some time later he found himself in a Discord call with the BBS boys, minus Smitty. Wildcat had invited them all to his 4th of July party, stating that it was the place to be to see John and Smitty getting together. So it was no surprise that a whole lot more people said they were going to come.
Brock asked if it was okay. "Sure," Wildcat said," But you've got to bring your own air mattresses and sleeping bags. The floor is big enough to fit all of you." They laughed. It seemed fair enough. Even DaithiDeNogla and Terroriser said they'd come, flying all the way from Ireland. John had eventually only packed one suitcase with a pyjama and comfy clothes. If there was no space, he didn't mind sleeping on the floor. He wouldn't mind to sleep anywhere, as long as he could lie besides Smitty.
The doorbell rang, pulling him out of his thoughts. He jumped up from the couch as if it had been set on fire. Tyler gave him a grin, gesturing to him to stay put as he went to see who had arrived. John hoped it was Smitty. He couldn't help the disappointed feeling when the wrong Canadian walked through the door.
Evan couldn't help the laugh that slipped past his lips as he saw the clear disappointment on John's face. "It's nice to know you're happy to see me," he said cheeky. John felt only a little bit guilty. "I hope this isn't going to be an annual thing," Evan said, referencing last year's 4th of July. He laid a hand on the other's shoulder in greeting," How are you holding up?"
John gave him a smile and a shrug. "He hasn't left the couch or let is eyes wander from the door," Miniladd said as Evan went to greet the others. "Poor guy," Chrissy said, watching John ignore them in favour of staring at the door again. That moment, Brian and Nogla walked back into the door, followed by Marcel and Simone. "Hey, Owlman decided to join the party," Nogla said.
Terroriser wasted no time in pulling Evan in for a hug, ignoring the other's distaste of personal bubble invasions. He had missed seeing his friends in the flesh instead of having to see them through a computer screen. "Oof, hi, good to see you too Brian, you can let go now," Evan said, trying to breath. Brian apologized and put him back down on the ground.
Nogla opted to just bump fists with him, and then sat down next to Brock on the two sitter. Simone gave Evan a quick hug, just like Marcel, before walking back to the kitchen to get some drinks. Evan looked around the room, noticing how there seemed to be a lot of sitting space in John's perimeter. It seemed like every one reserved the spot right besides John for their bouncy milkbag friend.
John looked up as Evan sat in the chair besides the couch. The man gave him a small smile. John felt his nerves rise again, now that everyone had arrived but Smitty. The next time the doorbell rang, it had to be him. A hand waving in front of his face interrupted John's intense stare at the living room door.
"Huh, what?" he asked, looking up at Tyler. "I asked what kind of pizza you wanted, so I can order, doofus," the taller man laughed. "Oh… pepperoni, I guess," he answered. Tyler nodded and went back to his phone to finish ordering. John ignored the grins and looks from his friends, as well as the muttered 'we know who he is daydreaming about' from Scotty. Evan chuckled and John looked his way.
"Delirious is texting me," Evan answered a non asked question," he asks how it's going." John raised his eyebrow. "…Yeah, ok. He asks if you and Smitty have kissed yet," Evan said with a roll of his eyes. "Ever the patience and subtleness himself, isn't he?" John said, giving a shrug. "That's Delirious," Evan said with a fond smile. He went back to replying to their masked friend.
Some time of soft chatter, playing music and John staring at the door later, the doorbell rang. "Pizza?" Craig asked excited. "Or Smitty," BigJigglyPanda said, looking up from his phone to stare at the platinum blonde on the other side of the room. "Time to find out," Tyler said as he walked through the door, towards the front door. He left the door to the living room open.
It took an awful long time before Tyler returned. Or maybe it was just John's perception of time in that moment as his anticipation grew. Tyler gave John a guarded look that had him on edge instantly, before moving towards the kitchen. Finally, fucking finally, John laid his eyes upon the one person he desperately wanted to see.
Smitty walked inside the room, shoulders tensed, nervously looking around. "Hi," he said timidly and did a little wave to everyone staring at him. John definitely was staring at the other. Smitty looked… horrible to be quite frankly honest. There were dark bags under his eyes, his hair was sticking up in all directions suggesting he had ran his hand through it many times and the look in his eyes was fearful. His skin was looking very pale and he was nervously tugging at the hem of his shirt as he stood in the doorway.
And still, he was the prettiest sight John had seen all week. Truth be told, John himself didn't look to good either, having had almost no sleep in a couple of months. He felt worry rise up in tidal waves as he looked at his best friend. The air was getting thick with tension, as John stood from the couch, ready to get charged at by a smaller body.
Their eyes met and before he knew it, Smitty had quietly excused himself and went to the kitchen. John felt his heart break into little pieces. The saddest look in Smitty's eyes was like a stab in the back. His best friend had looked at him with hurt in his eyes and instead of running straight into his arms like he normally would do, he went the other way.
"What the fuck just happened?" Mini asked, breaking the suffocating silence. John still stood there frozen. Evan stood up and snapped his fingers in John's face. "What are you still standing here for?" he asked sternly," Go after him!"
John shook his head, getting out of his daze. Evan was right. Now wasn't the time to get lost in hopelessness. Marcel walked into the room, looking utterly confused. "Why did Smitty just rush to the porch? He looked like he couldn't breath…" John frowned. The sudden feeling of knowing what was wrong with the other hit him.
"To be honest, when I opened the door, he looked ready to either bolt or faint on the doorstep," Tyler said. Everyone's eyes were on John as he let out a sudden storm of curse words. John knew why Smitty had looked afraid and if he took a moment to get his thoughts in order, he'd remember that Smitty once told him one of his biggest fears.
John left for the backyard, not saying anything to the people watching him go. Smitty was scared out of his mind and he needed John. So that's what he did. He went to help his best friend.
Smitty gasped, breathing in the fresh evening air as he got outside. He was freaking the fuck out. He took another deep breath, trying to calm down. Why did he think he was ready to face John? He definitely was not. Not even Toby's pep talk or Fitz's reassuring words helped him. Just one look at John and all he wanted was to run to him, letting himself get wrapped up in strong arms.
"I can't do this," Smitty murmured, rubbing his face with his hands. "Heya Smitt," Nogla said all of a sudden. Smitty jumped in fear, only now noticing the two Irish men standing near a fridge, beers in hand. "You want one?" Nogla asked," There's plenty left." Smitty stared in shock at the tall man holding out an unopened bottle of beer.
"You alright?" Brian asked after the other styed silent. The two Irish men shared a worried look. "Why don't you sit down?" Nogla said, gesturing to the rocking chairs on the porch. He was worried that Smitty might faint he looked so pale. Smitty shook his head and took some deep breaths. Get a hold of yourself! He berated himself.
"Smitty? You don't look so good," Brian said, laying a hand on the man's shoulder. Smitty tried not to step away from the two, but then he saw John stepping on the porch from the corner of his eyes. "John," he whispered, sharply.
He could feel his eyes on him and he knew he needed to get away. But where could he go? John was blocking the entrance to the house and he couldn't go round and enter through the front door again, that'd be weird. He looked to his side, eying the wide patch of grass that was surrounded by fence. It was part of the Wildcat residence. He almost couldn't make out the fence, for it was getting darker.
Oh well, anything was better than having to face John's wrath. Maybe sometime he would be ready, but that time was not now. As he saw John near them, he abruptly turned away from the two Irish men and started crossing the grass. Nogla called after him, but he didn't listen.
Voices were taking over his rational thoughts.
'He doesn't love you.'
'He never will.'
'Why would he ever want someone like you?'
The voices began to sound a lot like his old high school bullies.
'Faggot.'
'Worthless.'
'You disgust me.'
'Nobody likes you.'
He tried to drown the voices out. "No, no, no," he kept muttering. All of a sudden, he ran into the fence. He hadn't noticed how fast he had been walking and that he had already crossed the small field. Out of breath and in tears, he slid down the fence, burying his face in his arms, resting them upon his knees.
'I'm loved' he tried to think, battling against the dark thoughts, 'They like me', 'I have friends', and 'I have fans that love to watch my videos'. It got harder and harder to believe the things he said to himself. Why was it so hard to not believe what the bullies said? Why couldn't he escape their harsh words?
As he sat there, all by himself, he started to tremble slightly. He was alone. And it was entirely his own fault. He pushed the one's that wanted to help away from him, he was so sure he needed to deal with his problems alone. He couldn't accept the help they offered so kindly. He pushed away the one person that was so damn good to him, so damn good at making him forget his troubles and now they were overwhelming him.
All because he was too afraid. Too afraid to let himself be held. Too afraid to confide in John. Too afraid to let his fear go.
Too afraid to be loved. Too afraid to love.
John saw Smitty cross the grass and gritted his teeth. He was fully ready to dash right after him, to stop him from running away from him. But his path got blocked by two angry looking Irish men. "Explain," Brian hissed. "Did you hurt Smitty?" Nogla asked. "What? No!" John yelled angry," I would never!" He was losing his patience, he didn't have time to explain.
"Then why is he so upset with you?" Brian asked, his arms no longer crossed in front of his chest. John let out a frustrated sigh. "Because he's afraid," he said," Because he's in love with me." Nogla looked shocked. "What…?" John rolled his eyes.
"He's in love with me and he's afraid it'll end up in the same way as the last guy he confessed to," John said, pushing past the two," Now if you'll excuse me. I'm going to tell my best friend that I'm in love with him as well." He left the two shocked Irish men behind him as he strode across the small field.
He could spot Smitty hunched over against the fence in the corner. It pained him to know his friend had tried to get as far away as possible from him. Now that he thought about it, it was probably the same reason why he hadn't seen Smitty on 2 months. He hoped giving him time and space would have helped, but now he was afraid that it had unwillingly done more harm.
"Should've just told you how I felt…"
Maybe he should've been clearer towards the other. He thought it had been going well on it's own, their relationship slowly evolving into something more. He just thought Smitty noticed as well, but in hindsight, maybe he hadn't. Smitty could be pretty oblivious to situations happening around him. He never noticed when there was drama in the community or between some of their friends. He sighed. Now was not the time to think about the hundreds of 'what if's. His friend needed him.
He slowed down once he neared Smitty. The other couldn't see him coming for he was hiding his head in his arms, but John was sure he could hear him. He got no reaction however as he sat down beside the other. "Hey, Smithers." He reached out his hand to ruffle Smitty's hair, like he had done so many times before. It would calm the other down almost instantly.
But this time, as soon as he touched the other man, he flinched away. John tried his best not to sigh, leaning back against the fence. Patience was the best thing to have right now. He just had to wait until Smitty was ready to talk to him. And once he did, John would tell him how much Smitty meant to him.
The sky was getting darker and the wind picked up, blowing cold air across the field. Smitty shivered. The adrenaline in his body subsided, no longer making him sweat, and without a jacket the air was a bit too cold for him. Not that he was comfortable anyway. He shivered again as the wind blew through his t-shirt. The man beside him suddenly moved around, after sitting still for so long. He could tell by the way his clothes made a rustling sound.
He felt something warm wrap around him and he realised John had taken off the sweater he had been wearing and draped it over Smitty's back. Didn't he realise he could get cold now? The idiot. Smitty clenched the sweater in his fist as he gladly took in the warmth it provided.
Then again, John had always done stupid things if it concerned some one he cares about. Giving him his sweater after he complained he was cold, even if it meant John himself got cold. Letting him eat from his plate, when Smitty was done easting but he was still hungry, no matter if he himself was still hungry.
Even little things, like giving Smitty his freshly made cup of coffee then going back to make one for himself. Or letting Smitty steal his last French fries or most of the popcorn during movie night. Lending him his scarf, when Smitty forgot his. All those times Smitty had stood pacing before him, bitching about monetization or stupid so called haters harassing the people in the comments. He never told him that what he felt was stupid or invalid. John held him close when it all became a bit too much. John kept him warm, he kept him safe.
Tears formed in the corner of his eyes. Was he worth all of that? Was he worth all the care, the concern? Was he worthy of that love? As he looked up at John watching him with worry and compassion in his eyes, he blinked and let the tears fall.
In a painful heartthrob he realised that yes, he did deserve that. He was gifted a wonderful friend, who could maybe be something more. And he shouldn't throw that away because he was too scared. A pained sound escaped his lips as he started to cry.
John carefully reached out to him and as he didn't flinch away this time, John pulled him close. Smitty sobbed softly into John's chest, buried in warm arms. John held the sweater in place, shielding Smitty from the wind. He softly rocked them, rubbing Smitty's am in a way to comfort him. Softly whispering to him to let it all out.
When Smitty calmed down, John moved to wipe away the tears. "Why?" Smitty asked, his voice hoarse. John just looked at him as he used his sleeves to softly rub over Smitty's cheeks. Smitty grasped his wrists. "Why didn't I realise I was in love with you?" he whispered, a lost expression on his face," I loved the friendship we had. I don't want to lose that, I don't want to ruin that. I don't want to lose you. I'm afraid I'll lose you."
Tears threatened to fall again as John softly shook out of the grip on his wrists. He cupped Smitty's face gently in both hands, thumbs softly rubbing over red cheeks. "Why must you be so loving to me…? Why do you care so much about me?" Smitty asked softly," Why must you be the most amazing person to me?"
John had a small smile on his face as he bumped his forehead softly against Smitty's. They looked into each other's eyes, brown into multi-coloured one's, one pair full of tears and the other full of adoration. "You're my best friend," John said as if it explained everything," And I love you."
Smitty's eyes widened and he gasped softly. "I love you," John repeated," And I care about you. And I'm sorry I couldn't help you." Smitty shook his head, as well as he could with John still holding I made you upset with me."
John smiled sadly. "Wondering what I did wrong? Yes. Slightly mad that you didn't talk to me? Only slightly. Worried as fucking hell? Definitely!" Smitty looked guilty. Before he could get lost in dark thoughts, John made him look at him by softly pinching his cheek. "I wished you talked to me, I could've helped you," he said," But I'm not and never was angry at or upset with you."
H pressed a kiss to Smitty's forehead. "But… I hurt you," Smitty sighed. "Maybe. But I know for a fact you hurt yourself more, with that silly head of yours," John said," I want to be there for you, to make you stop worrying so much. To help you to stop being so afraid. I want to make you smile, to make you happy." As John wrapped his arms around Smitty, pulling him to his chest, he whispered: "I want you to let me love you."
Smitty put his arms around John, hugging back. "You do make me happy," he mumbled. He let out a deep sigh, like a breath he didn't now he was holding, and felt the weight of the world fall off of his shoulders. It made him feel relieved, but also exhausted. It's what bottling up your emotions could do to you. He felt himself go weak, but John only strengthened his hold on him.
"You make me laugh with all your shitty jokes," he mumbled. John pulled back a bit, faking being insulted. "Excuse you, you're the one with shit jokes." There was a twinkle in Smitty's eyes as he looked at John's raised eyebrows. A small laugh bubbled up from his throat. John decided that that was how he wanted to see Smitty, maybe without the red puffy eyes from crying, still sniffling slightly, but with the light and playfulness back in his eyes. Smitty pulled his arms back, grabbing John's hands in his. They looked into each other's eyes again and opened their mouths to speak.
"You have bear fists?"
A laugh escaped the both of them, John shaking his head and Smitty looking smug. "You can get off now, you're squishing my legs," John teased, referring to Smitty sitting on his lap. He could barely feel his legs, but he didn't actually care. "Wow, you're calling me fat?" John shrugged. Smitty punched his arm, earning him a shove back.
They started to play wrestle, no one was really winning and they ended up with their backs on the grass, laughing out of breath. Smitty felt around on the grass, searching for John's hand, intertwining their fingers. Smitty moved his head to look at John, noticing him already looking his way. Their eyes met and as Smitty looked into those multi-coloured eyes, he wondered how he had gotten so lucky.
His best friend, the one who made sexual noises during every game at inappropriate times, the one who spat out the weirdest phrases and innuendos and who obscenely at his food straight into the microphone during a session of Golf It. The man who raged during Uno and shouted how he hated him, but made sure he knew it was a joke after finishing recording.
John felt slightly overwhelmed by the attention he got from the other. But as long as Smitty looked at him with so much unrestrained love and admiration, he knew things would be okay. He couldn't wait to snuggle up with him and kiss him and hold him close and make him moan out his name- Okayy, let's not get lost in those kind of thoughts. He was just really happy to have his best friend back. The one that targeted his ball during every Golf It session, the one who shot him on purpose in Rainbow Six Siege while he was AFK, just for a joke and the one who riled him up and made him lose his shit during stupid Uno games. He wouldn't trade him for the world.
John squeezed the hand in his, making Smitty focus on him. "Hey Smithers," he said," The stars are beautiful tonight." Smitty rolled his eyes. "You're not even looking at the stars, dumbass." John chuckled and said; "You know what else is beautiful?"
Smitty gave him a deadpanned look. "And then I'm supposed to ask "who?" and you're either gonna say something corny or something stupid that isn't even remotely romantic like 'ad revenue'." Smitty rolled his eyes. "I know the meme John." John tried not to laugh as he pulled Smitty closer towards him. He placed both hands on Smitty's face and got even closer to him. Their breaths mingled in the cold night air as they smiled at each other.
"You."
John said finally, leaning in close to those rosy pink lips. Smitty closed his eyes, keeping still in anticipation. Before their lips could meet, Wildcat rudely interrupted them. "Oi! No fucking in the yard, keep it PG!" Tyler and Craig could be seen standing on the porch. They had been talking for quite some bit, watching the two interact. Craig hit him on the arm. "Tyler! You ruined their moment!"
Tyler shrugged, making his way over to the two men lying on the grass. "There's plenty of beds to do that in, inside the house," he said, thrusting his thumb towards the premises. Smitty had moved away from John in shock, cheeks burning red. He had kind of forgotten where they were. Kind of. John looked disappointedly up at Tyler.
"When you're finally done kissing and making up," Tyler said un-amused," We are ready head inside, play a game maybe, see if the other's haven't broken anything while we were away." John shrugged. "You never know with Nogla," he said," Also you didn't quite give us a chance to kiss and make out." Tyler shook his head. "I said 'make up' as in apologise for being such idiots, not 'make out'." John smirked. "Same to me."
"If you two lovebirds are ready, maybe you can join is inside, I'm sure they're all wondering when you're done messing around," Tyler said and walked away. Once besides Mini, he placed his hand on the other's lower back and guided him inside. Smitty got up, dusting off the sand on his clothes. He took the sweater from off of his back and pulled it on correctly. He then extended his hand to help John up.
John kept hold of the other's hand, smiling. He was not letting him go, he was too happy to finally hold him. As they arrived on the porch, John tugged him close, a hand on Smitty's cheek. "Can I kiss you?" he asked. Smitty smiled, then nodded and closed the gap. It felt like a big relief when their lips met. It was soft and it was sweet and neither wanted to stop. They parted and Smitty was slightly disappointed.
After suppressing his feelings for so long, then getting interrupted every time, he hoped the kiss would last longer. Good thing that he could kiss John whenever he wanted from now on. Well, if the other wanted too of course. He turned around with a pout on his face to walk inside, but got stopped by John tugging on his arm.
Before he knew it, lips were on his again, but this time a tongue peeked out, asking for entrance, which he gladly granted. Teeth clashed softly and lower lips were nibbled on as they stood making out on the porch. Smitty's hands were John's way too long hair and John held Smitty's face like he was made of precious porcelain, neither wanting to let go. But they had to, to catch their breaths. Smiles on both of their faces as they slowly untangled from each other. John dove back in for another one of those kisses, surprising Smitty. It made his knees weak and body shiver. This time it wasn't from the cold, it was because he was too hot rather.
John pulled back with a smirk on his bruised lips and Smitty had to stop himself from pulling him back in for another kiss. "You good?" John softly asked, kissing the side of Smitty's head. "I'm fucking perfect," he answered breathlessly. John chuckled as he patted down some of Smitty's hair. They probably looked pretty dishevelled, but they couldn't care less. All John cared about was getting to kiss Smitty like that many more times.
"I love you," he murmured. "I love you too," Smitty said and gave him a quick hug. They then finally walked into the house, going into the living room. They were met by a very loud crowd, applauding them, and Scotty hollering at them how proud he was. "Oh shit," John said, covering Smitty's ears, making the other chuckle. "I guess we weren't so sneaky as we thought we were," Smitty said. John shrugged. "Or maybe they've been spying on us like some horny ass teenagers," he said back, making the others laugh.
As they went to sit on the two-seater, Tyler handed them a cup of hot cacao. "You two were outside in the cold for a very long time, thought you might need it," he explained, before sitting back down next to Mini on the ground. "You guys wanna join?" Marcel asked, pointing at their current game of Cards Against Humanity on the coffee table. "Hells yeah, borther," Smitty said, reaching for the deck.
Once he got his cards, he snuggled closer to John. John wrapped his arms around the other, ignoring the fake gagging noises Brian was making. "Delirious says congratulations!" Evan said, looking up from his phone. "Tell him thanks!" John called back. "Will do."
Halfway through the next round and suddenly Craig points at Smitty. "Isn't that John's sweater you're wearing?" Smitty looked down at the colourful clothing. "Yeah," John said and pressed a kiss to Smitty's temple. "We're married now. What's mine is his." The other chuckled as Smitty rolled his eyes, jabbing his elbow in John's side earning him a yelp.
"Shouldn't you take me out for dinner first?" he asked. "Sure," John said, leaning close and stealing a kiss. "Hey! Hey! Keep it PG," Panda complained. He blocked his eyes and Nogla's with his hands. "Haha, very funny," Smitty said with a deadpanned look, but laughed as he played his next card. He then beamed that smile John's way, almost blinding him.
He couldn't feel happier. Except for maybe the time to come, where they could share a lot more kisses and affection. They could play games together and walk to their favourite spot in the park. John would take him out to see the newest movies and to fancy diners where he could share his dessert with him. Smitty would gladly tell everyone they were dating and show his amazing boyfriend of to every one around. Both hoped they could share a lot more moments, kisses and laughs together.
"So," Smitty asked, interrupting John's train of thoughts," Where are you taking me for dinner?" John hummed, a cheeky smile on his face. "I know a cute little café that you've probably never been to," he said, emphasising the word 'never'. Smitty chuckled.
"Oh yeah? Surely it's not the same place where they serve amazing milkshakes?" They both ignored Nogla's mumbled 'that brings all the boys to the yard' or Panda's confused answer of 'why would go want to go outside, at this time?'. "Well…" John said, pretending to think about it," They do sell milkshakes, which are consequently delicious. So how about it?"
Smitty placed down a white card on the table, before focusing back on John. "It's a date," he near whispered as he leaned closer to John. The other getting excited by the prospect of getting another kiss from Smitty. But Smitty placed a finger on John's lips, preventing him from closing the gap. "But only," he said, smiling softly," If you finally let me pay for the damn milkshakes." John smiled, removing Smitty's hand and closing the distance between them.
Tyler hollered at them to stop being so cute and Chrissy began to wolf whistle as the other's either cheered them on or adverted their eyes. As they pulled apart they were smiling widely at each other, slight blushes on their cheeks. John stared into Smitty's eyes. There was no holding back anymore.
"Deal?"
"Deal."
-The End