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(OKAY I HAVE 12 MINUTES LEMME REPLY)
The adult smiled lightly, having no idea of the context Met was thinking of. He was simply referring to having an excuse for the two to talk more.
"Just let me know," he said before letting the topic drop. At least for now.
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Met nodded a little, shuffling in is seat and checking the time. He idly wondered if anyone would give him something, as he had seen couples do. Probably not, but he liked to hope.
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(should we skip?)
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(Yas)
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(to school it issssss)
Tirrell fiddled with the red handles on the bag stuffed with tissue paper. It felt a bit odd to be doing something such as giving a gift to someone on Valentine's day. To a friend? Was Met a friend? He wished it could be more. Spotting the older male in the distance both made his stomach turn and a relieved grin cross his features.
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Met decided to shove his keys and phone into his pocket as he walked, shifting his scarf on his neck with a slight sigh. He had decided on a floaty, smaller scarf that tucked neatly into his shirt that was a deep red color. He thought it went with his dark hair well. He looked up to keep an eye on where he was going, spotting Tirrell and scooting over through the crowd.
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The shorter boy prayed to whatever god there was that his cheeks wouldn't warm at the sight of Met coming closer. He only hoped his gift was satisfactory at least. The closer Met came, the more Tirrell began to doubt himself. What's done is done, so he'd give the other his present. Even if it was a bit cheesy and might be seen as childish…
Tirrell mentally groaned.
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Met reached Tirrell, finally, and hunched slightly to see the other better and stay out of a passerby view. He noticed a bag in Tirrell's hand and his heart sunk a little. Met decided to pass it away for now.
"Hi. Good-morning." He smiled a little.
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(Hhhhhh)
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(hush, i had to go to bed)
"Morning," the boy greeted, mind a complete mess. The red looked quite nice on Met- hell, most things would look nice on the lanky teen. He noticed the other's gaze soften a bit, but was unsure of as to why. Biting the inside of his cheek, Tirrell bit the bullet. "Um, this is for you," he said timidly. It was extremely out of character.
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Met's eyes softened at his nervousness, just about to ask why when the bag was offered to him.
"Oh? Th-thank you!" Met said happily a smile blooming on his face. He took the bag carefully, his face reddening to meet the scarf.
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(Waaaahhhhh i miss youuuuu)
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(even though i need to be studying for math, I'll reply super quickkkkkk)
"Uh, yeah. No problem," Tirrell said. His insides felt knotted up inside though, Met having yet to take out the thin colored paper. And to find the card tucked gently inside. It was a simple picture on the outside, but the whole thing was far too cliche for his taste.
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Met took out the card and opened it, his face brimming with red. He opened it, smiling a little at a litle pop-up flower.
"Oh my goodness…" He whispered to himself, opening it slowly.
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At that moment, the younger of the two felt like shrinking down just to hide from the anxious thoughts in his mind. Was it that corny? Should he have just stuck with the gift? Even the gift was a bit towards what someone might get their boyfriend. OH GODS. His cheeks warmed at the thought of Met even thinking of him that way. Tirrell just hoped that the three words were meant in a good way.
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(dying of how cute this is help)
Met blushed a little more, so his face was precisely matching the red in his scarf. The elder of the two literally had no idea what to do. Did he say it back? Did he… kiss him? Or did he shut the card and put it back? No, that'd be rude!
"I…I…" He stuttered softly, glancing shyly up at Tirrell.
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(the three words were in reference to Met saying "oh my goodness"
but for fluff imma say that in the card it was something like this:
I may have not known you for long but I really care about you. I want you to trust me and be able to talk to me. Because I really like you, Met. Well, Happy Valentine's…)
"Agh, I'm sorry. I'm kinda bad with words," the smaller boy said, rubbing at the nape of his neck awkwardly. His cheeks were colored a light rose color, getting redder by the second as he stared into the other's clear blue eyes. Gods, they were beautiful. He both wanted to stare at them and to look away and hide.
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(oh i took it on the inside was "I love you" lol)
Met closed the card a little, smiling faintly. "No, no it was… great, really," Met said softly. He scooted forward a few inches, then went back into the bag, pawing around in it.
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(lolll that's why i wanted to clarify. I feel like the "i really like you" was as close as he got to saying it because his mind panicked when he almost wrote the special 3 words)
(… THE BEAR SHOULD BE A NORMAL BROWN BUT HAVE A TAG THAT SAYS I LOVE YOU THAT TIRRELL FORGOT ABOUT LOL)
At that point, Tirrell's cheeks felt like they were on fire. Met felt so close even though he was at a normal distance. The crinkling of the paper made him worry though. An older teen probably wouldn't even want a stuffed animal. Although Met wasn't the type to complain…
That still didn't make things much better.
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(OK OK JEEZ CHILL YES OK OK OK OK OK OK)
Met gasped softly when he pulled out a soft, plushy bear with a small tag attached to its ear. He turned it over to read it curiously, almost dropping all of the things he was holding. But he kept a tight grip on the medium-sized bear and looked back up at Tirrell.
"Th-thank you. I… I love it."
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Tirrell's mind wanted to curse when he noticed Met reading the tag. He had forgotten to cut it off. He had no idea if Met even liked him back. Perhaps this was good though, in addition to the two of them blushing, there was the fact that at least they knew how one of them felt. Met's voice broke through the downhill turns his mind was leading him down.
"You do?" he asked hesitantly. Was the older saying it truthfully or just to be polite…?
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"Ye-yeah," Met stuttered nervously. "And… I-I like you a lot too." His hands tightened nervously on the bear. It held fast, and Met liked that immensely. He squished it in his hands, looking at his feet.
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Tirrell finally covered his face with his hands, wanting to scream both from joy and to get rid of the pent up anxiety. Love felt so odd and confusing! His usual confident manner took the metaphorical back seat, giving the wheel to someone totally inexperienced. So all that was able to escape his lips was, "You do…?"
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Met hid away in his scarf, which he found he did a lot around his crush. He nodded, gazing owlishly up at Tirrel.
"A-a lot. And I'm sorry I didn't get you anything… I didn't think… think you liked me like this."
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With that, Tirrell shot up immediately. He moved his hands in a way to make his statement extra clear. "Nonono don't worry about it okay? I um… just wanted to… well… yeah."
He mentally slapped himself for how badly english was working out for him.
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Met let out a meek little giggle and leaned forward, giving him a little peck on the cheek. The movement made Met feel even more embarrased and he shuffled back.
"Sor-sorry, I don't know what I was thinking."
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The younger of the two stood still for a few moments, anxious thoughts stopping completely. His hand went up to his cheek, mind unsure if it was thrilled or bewildered. Not taking much time at all, his lips played into a wide grin. "It… it was nice though."
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Met tousseled his hands together, blushing deeply and looking down at his feet. "It… it was?" He asked shyly, glancing up.
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"Yeah," Tirrell said quietly. In the back of his mind, he wanted to hold Met's face in his hands and kiss him passionately until they both ran out of oxygen. Instead, the smaller boy took his seat beside the other again, but closer.