"Yeah. Awesome, ok." Fuck, now what? Where the hell does he begin? 'Hey, you know that time I told you get out of my face and when you didn't, I kinda mashed my lips against yours instead of using my fist? Well, it's 'cause I've actually kinda always thought you were hot and I couldn't take it anymore.' Yeah, that'd go fucking great.
Deep breath, Dave. Start at the beginning and don't be an ass.
"Back at McKinley, I was jealous of you. By a lot. You were kinda obviously gay, but you friggin' owned it and basically pissed on what others thought of you with how proud you were. That you were smarter and different, even if it meant shit heads like me pushing you around. Because shit heads like me know we aren't as good as you. That we're afraid." He takes a moment, wishing he didn't just down the last of his cider so fast. When did his mouth run so dry?
"That day you followed me into the locker room, the way you got mad... Fucking hell, this is going to be the corniest thing I'll likely ever say. You looked like an angel. A really freaking angry angel in badass boots, but still like an angel. Ready to come down and strike me stupid ass for giving you and the rest of the nerds shit each day. And everything you said, the way you faced me off, it was terrifying. But it was also beautiful. Like all the courage that took just made you shine.
"And that's why I cracked. Because even though I hated you for being proud like I could never be... I also really freakin' liked you. I still do." Looking back up to make eye contact, Dave swallows hard, willing himself to finally say it.
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Date: 2012-06-28 11:52 pm (UTC)Deep breath, Dave. Start at the beginning and don't be an ass.
"Back at McKinley, I was jealous of you. By a lot. You were kinda obviously gay, but you friggin' owned it and basically pissed on what others thought of you with how proud you were. That you were smarter and different, even if it meant shit heads like me pushing you around. Because shit heads like me know we aren't as good as you. That we're afraid." He takes a moment, wishing he didn't just down the last of his cider so fast. When did his mouth run so dry?
"That day you followed me into the locker room, the way you got mad... Fucking hell, this is going to be the corniest thing I'll likely ever say. You looked like an angel. A really freaking angry angel in badass boots, but still like an angel. Ready to come down and strike me stupid ass for giving you and the rest of the nerds shit each day. And everything you said, the way you faced me off, it was terrifying. But it was also beautiful. Like all the courage that took just made you shine.
"And that's why I cracked. Because even though I hated you for being proud like I could never be... I also really freakin' liked you. I still do." Looking back up to make eye contact, Dave swallows hard, willing himself to finally say it.
"Actually, I think I love you."