It took a while for Angela to register what was going on. The familiar faces, after about fifteen seconds of observation, were Elli and Gill. She noticed, however, that Gill was much closer to her than Elli was.
"Ugh, what happened? I've got a killer headache. And…" she stared at the boy hovering dangerously close to her face. "Can I help you, Gill?" Elli glanced at him, as if to prompt him to do what he had wanted to do earlier. She "accidentally" pushed him onto Angela causing their lips to collide. They were staring at each other in shock, not sure what to do. Pull away? Close their eyes? Both were well aware they were thinking the same thing. Angela shrugged and closed her eyes. She smiled into him into the kiss (of sorts), stealing Gill's breath away. He never would have thought Angela would let him within an inch of her after what he said.
But who was he kidding? She practically shouted it in his face that she liked him, but he was thinking, "This can't be real, she hates me. I'm the one asleep." He squeezed his eyes shut in an attempt to wake himself up. To his dismay, waking up wasn't going to happen; he was awake. The sound of a camera shutter made Angela sit up suddenly, hitting Gill rather roughly on the head in the process. They held a hand to their foreheads and muttered curses to themselves.
"I…w-well…Sorry?" Gill stammered. "It was rash of me to not pull away." Angela shook her head and smiled despite the growing bump on her forehead.
"Did I push you away?" she asked, rubbing her head. Gill was still perplexed. "Do you even know what I'm getting at?" Angela poked his head a few times. "It's gotta be in that iron skull of yours somewhere." Elli, fed up with their beating around the bush, piped up.
"She likes you Gill. Do you get it now?" She rolled her eyes as Angela pulled the apron back over her face and made a whining sound. "Right, Angie?" Her nodding was visible from under the apron. Gill's breath caught in his throat, and had to sit down on one of the office chairs to keep him from falling down.
"Y-you do? But w-why? You always make fun of me!" He was finding it hard to get angry as the annoying red consumed the tips of his ears, slightly hidden by his platinum hair. Angela sat up, face entirely pink.
"It's funny! Haven't you heard that teasing is a form of affection? And I like you because... Elli, can you go into the other room and not listen in on me? Pleeease?" With a humph, she went to go sit with Hamilton, probably to gush about Gill and Angela. "You're…hm. You're a sweet guy, as much as you try to hide it. You tolerate me, even when I do the stupidest things and annoy you. And I really, really, really like your eyes. I wish we could swap eyes sometimes. But sometimes…you can't say why you like a person. I just like you, plain and simple." Gill's mouth was agape in shock.
So the girl he had spent a season or two denying he liked confidently declared her feelings, while he, the mayor's son, was hiding it from her. The normally curt and headstrong boy was suddenly a stammering mess, struggling to find any words to say. Angela sighed in annoyance.
"C'mere, Gill." She said, waving her hand in a beckoning motion. He got up hesitantly and walked to her, legs still wobbling. Angela dragged his face down to her level by the collar of his shirt, and kissed him on the tip of his nose. "Isn't that enough?" He nodded blankly while staring at her. She giggled. "Good. Took you long enough, idiot."
"Who's calling who an idiot? You're the one who ran here when you were sick!"
"Fine, I take back what I said! I'm going back home if you're going to be so stubborn." Angela spat. She jumped to her feet quickly, making her lightheaded. Before she had a change to trip over her own feet, Gill grabbed her and pulled her into his arms. Her rather hard head knocked a bit of wind out of him, pushing a few air-deprived coughs out of him. If someone were to walk in, it would look as if they were beating each other up. They both had bruises on their head, while Gill had another forming between his collarbones (A/N: I would say sternum, but it would be kinda strange to add that in.) He held her tight and stroked her hair while keeping Angela pressed to him using his free hand.
It seemed strange to Angela that she probably liked him more than he ever could like her. In the long run, she would probably end up defending him from whatever trouble arose. After a minute or two, she realized that his hug was nearly bone-crushing. She reminded Gill that, as a human, she needed air to survive. He apologized profusely and loosened his grip. Angela pulled her head away to look up at him, only to find him doing the same.
"Sorry I was like that…I'm just not good with feelings. I actually… Hm. I don't know if I can say it in words, so…" He peeled her off of him and grabbed her face. They stared at each other for a few moments, not knowing how to handle the situation correctly. Gill took a deep, deep breath and kissed her, letting out all of the frustration he had felt when they had argued throughout the seasons. She let her arms fall to her sides limply while he voraciously kissed her, though a voice in her head screamed at her to do her part and at least wrap her hands around his neck. Angela took her mind's advice and did so, finally including herself in the moment.
It was difficult to continue, however, as they were both smiling against each other's lips. Gill was the first to pull away, his lungs devouring the air around them. Angela mirrored his actions unintentionally, but it didn't take as much as effort. She was a hard-working farmer, after all. When they tried to rest their heads together, they ran into each other again.
"Dammit, what is your skull made of? Ow!" Angela groaned, lightly rubbing her forehead. "At least I can cover it up with my hair!" she exclaimed, seeing how she could cut it to keep the bruises concealed. She had to call Julius when she got home. Gill grabbed her face again. "Really Gilly, already? I didn't know you were so enthusiastic about th…" She rolled her eyes as he started to devour her face again. Well, she wasn't complaining.