He’s feeling things he shouldn’t and he’s terrified.
He’s not supposed to be in love with his arch nemesis.
He’s not supposed to be in love with his arch nemesis who’s in love with a girl.
He’s not supposed to be in love with his arch nemesis who’s in love with a girl they’re fighting over.
He’s not supposed to be in love with his arch nemesis who’s in love with a girl they’re fighting over and is a boy.
It’s all so wrong and he doesn’t know what to do.
She’s the typical girl-next-door, with a big smile and chubby cheeks and a long ponytail that swings with every step she takes. They’ve been fighting over her, since he first laid eyes on her and now he’s just sick and tired. It’s gotten to be more than just about a girl and he doesn’t know what they’re doing anymore. They’re arguing all the time, picking fights and it’s getting to be too much for him. They get so close to crossing the line so many times and he cannot deal with it. He puts up a front every day, agonising over it at night when he finally has the privacy he wants, he needs.
He’s tried everything in the book, trying to get rid of these obscene feelings, but he can’t. They’re not going away and he’s so scared. He needs it to stop. He can’t feel butterflies in his stomach everytime their eyes meet. He can’t overthink everything he does, every move or look. So he always answers him with sarcasm ,hiding what he really wanted to say. Wearing a mask, so he couldn’t see. And he thinks it’s working, pushing the feelings away.
But then, one day they’re fighting, screaming at each other, coming closer and closer and he kisses him. He doesn’t know what to think.
(Maybe he doesn’t want to think.)