"Gilbert?"

I freeze in my tracks, a giant lump forming in my throat.

Oh God. I'm not ready for this.

"Hahah..." I laugh nervously, my heart pounding. I somehow manage to choke out a few words. "T-That's me! I get straight A's, man!" My lips curl up into an awkward smile. In the darkness I could barely make out a smile. An actual smile. I could hear Blake faintly chuckle.

"I can't believe you, Gil," he said as I hop over and into his room. "After all this time... You come back, sneaking through my window, almost scaring me to death." He shuts his eyes, as if to reminisce, to reflect on these previous years. Oh, those wonderful years... The boy runs a hand through his chocolate brown locks, sighing. This makes me sigh back to him.

"Hey, uh, I'm sorry... You know," I muster out, plopping myself onto his messy bed. "I know, I'm an asshole, but uh, friends?" I rub the nape of my neck, anxiously awaiting for a response. That is, if there was going to be one at all.

Blake gulps— as if he is as nervous as I am. However, he smiles once more, nodding in silence. The sound of silence is horrible. I hate it.

"Friends," he says, wrapping his arms around me. My heart jumps in its cage. My eyes widen for a fraction of a second. I suddenly feel so much better than I was before, my shoulders calming down, no longer tense or filled with worry. The power of hugs, man.

"Thanks, Blake. Thank you so, so much." The brown-haired youth silently laughs, his shoulders bucking up and down lightly. Blake mumbles some inaudible, pulling away from the warm embrace. His cheeks flush with a subtle pink tint. Or, at least I assume so, I can't really see anything.

"You're welcome, Birdie Boy."

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that's end! for the time being at least!! ;^)

I really hope that you enjoyed this <3 if you want you could let me know what you thought (which would be fantastic)!! I'm not sure how I feel about this, but again, I truly hope that you liked it at least a little bit!

love ya
— xo, b.