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chapter two: things you like | previously, next
martin edwards had exactly three ideas.
unfortunately, all three ideas were terrible.
“absolutely not” james said immediately.
martin pointed at him from the middle of the basement. “you didn’t even let me finish.”
“okay, but in my defense the cassette tape thing was romantic.”
“the cassette tape thing was insane” keonho corrected.
sean looked genuinely conflicted. “i thought it was kinda sweet.”
“no, wait” sean said carefully. “what was the part after you recorded the songs?”
martin crossed his arms. “i was going to leave it in her locker.”
“and maybe” martin said, looking suddenly less confident “pay the janitor twenty bucks to play our song over the morning announcements.”
james blinked once. “our song?”
“not our our song” martin said quickly. “just, like. a song that reminds me of her.”
keonho gasped softly. “oh my god, it’s ‘fernando’. “
martin looked offended. “it’s not ‘fernando’ .”
“ ‘and i love her’ ?” juhoon guessed.
sean slapped a hand over his mouth. james actually stood up from the chair in disbelief.
“ ‘human nature’ ?” james repeated. “you’re kidding.”
“it was playing during our first kiss” martin snapped defensively. “which none of you would’ve known if you people respected privacy!”
“you told us that voluntarily” keonho reminded him.
“while crying” sean added.
martin looked personally betrayed. “i was emotional.”
“you still are emotional” james said. “and that is exactly why you are not hijacking the morning announcements with michael jackson.”
martin flopped backward onto the couch dramatically, throwing an arm over his eyes. “then what am i supposed to do?”
juhoon, calm as ever, reached into the chip bag. “something she would actually like.”
martin moved his arm enough to look at him. “what does that mean?”
juhoon shrugged. “you keep thinking about what would impress her. not what would make her happy.”
that shut the room up for a second.
because annoyingly enough, juhoon usually ended up being right.
martin stared at the ceiling.
you liked little things. you weren’t impressed by grand gestures or loud speeches or flowers taller than your torso. martin had once shown up to your house with twelve roses after an argument and you’d laughed so hard you accidentally chocked.
“what am i supposed to do with all these?” you’d asked between laughs. “open a flower shop?”
warm cherry coke left in your locker before math because you’d mentioned once that the vending machine always sold out by third period. songs recorded off the radio. inside jokes scribbled in notebooks.
remembering things, martin sat up slowly.
“…oh no” james muttered immediately, recognizing the look on his face.
“that’s the exact tone serial killers use before documentaries are made about them.”
but martin was already grinning now.
“okay” he said, pointing at all of them. “i need your help.”
friday morning arrived cold and bright.
you were standing at your locker adjusting the straps of your bag while your best friend attempted to convince you that low rise jeans were a conspiracy.
“they hate women” she said firmly.
“you say that about everything.”
“because everything hates women.”
you spun the dial on your locker. something fell out immediately. you yelped.
a small packet hit the floor at your feet.
your best friend bent down first, suspicious by nature. “what the hell is-“ she stopped. then slowly held it up.
a pack of strawberry mentos.
you froze. because strawberry mentos were weirdly specific.
you’d once mentioned. once, months ago during a late night phone call, that the strawberry ones were impossible to find because everyone always bought the mint ones first.
your best friend looked at you carefully. “oh, this is bad.”
“it’s probably not from him.”
inside the locker sat a second thing.
a clearly canadian. cold. your favorite flavor. wild cherry.
you stared at it. your best friend stared at you staring at it.
“…oh he’s insane…” she whispered.
there was no note. which somehow made it worse.
no dramatic declaration. no apology. no please talk to me.
you looked down the hallway. martin was nowhere in sight. which also felt intentional.
your best friend leaned against the locker beside yours, narrowing her eyes thoughtfully. “okay. i hate to say this.”
“…that’s actually kind of smooth.”
you grabbed the clearly canadian before anyone else could see it. “it doesn’t mean anything.”
“baby, that drink is literally sweating.”
you shoved the locker shut harder than necessary.
across the school, martin sat in chemistry pretending to understand covalent bonds while losing his mind.
“she found it twenty minutes ago” keonho whispered from the desk beside him.
martin stared straight ahead. “i know.”
“sean’s girlfriend’s cousin has first period near the lockers.”
keonho blinked. “that is an insane information network.”
martin ignored him. his pencil tapped nervously against the desk.
did you know it was him? you definitely knew it was him. the mentos had probably given it away immediately.
he bought six packs because the gas station cashier kept judging him every time he dug through the candy shelf looking for the strawberry ones specifically. worth it tho. probably. maybe.
he dropped his head onto the desk. keonho snorted quietly. “you’re down catastrophic.”
by lunchtime, the entire thing should’ve ended there. except it didn’t.
because when you got to your usual cafeteria table, there was another surprise waiting. sitting in the center of the table was a tiny plastic dinosaur.
you stopped walking. your best friend made a noise somewhere between a gasp and a cackle.
attached to the dinosaur’s neck with pink ribbon was a folded piece of notebook paper. you opened it cautiously.
>⩊<.ᐟ dinosaurs are objectively cooler than your new lab partner.
you stared at the note. then, against your own will, smiled.
because your chemistry lab partner actually was the worst.
your best friend pointed at you immediately like she’d caught you committing a crime. “there it is.”
“you literally sparkled.”
you folded the note quickly, cheeks warm. “it’s just funny.”
“and dinosaurs are objectively cool.”
“you are this close to forgiving him because of a toy brontosaurus.”
“it’s not a brontosaurus” you said. “i think it’s-“
you stopped. your best friend looked delighted.
“…oh my god, you’re gone.”
before you could defend yourself, the cafeteria doors swung open.
and there he was. martin walked in mid conversation with james, messy hair escaping in every direction, leather jacket hanging off one shoulder, silver chain catching the light. like those slow motion scenes in the movies.
then he saw you. his sentence stopped completely. for a second, neither of you moved. then his eyes dropped to the dinosaur in your hands. your lips twitched.
then martin nearly walked directly into a table. james grabbed the back of his jacket at the last second. “jesus christ, keep walking, don’t embarrass me man.”
keonho made a choking noise behind them that sounded like suppressed laughter.
martin recovered badly. you looked down quickly before he could see your face again.
your best friend leaned closer to you very slowly.l “oh” she whispered. “he came to play.”
ʚɞ play “heaven” by bryan adams
that should’ve been the end of it. it wasn’t. because fifth period came with rain. hard rain. the kind that hammered against classroom windows and turned the school parking lot into a blur of gray puddles and headlights.
by the final bell, everyone was crowded under the school roof waiting for rides, complaining about the rain.
you stood near the vending machines hugging your bag to your chest.
“my mom’s gonna take like twenty minutes” your best friend groaned beside you. “she drives like she’s transporting ancient artifacts.”
lightning cracked somewhere far off. someone yelled. you watched the rain spill off the edge of the awning in silver sheets.
a familiar leather jacket appeared in your peripheral vision.
you stiffened immediately. martin stopped beside you, hands shoved into his pockets. for once, he didn’t look smooth. he looked nervous.
wet hair falling into his eyes, chain glinting faintly beneath the fluorescent lights, fingers tapping anxiously against his sleeve.
your best friend’s eyes widened. then- she spotted someone across the parking lot and gasped. “oh my god wait, that’s my ride.”
you turned to her so fast. “what?”
“good luck!” she whispered aggressively.
“don’t leave me here-“ too late.
she was already sprinting into the rain like a soldier fleeing war. you stared after her in betrayal.
martin laughed softly beside you before he could stop himself.
you crossed your arms tighter and scoffed. “you planned that.”
“you were a liar back then, you’re still a liar now too.”
he sighed. “okay” he admitted. “maybe a little.” rain hammered the pavement.
neither of you looked at each other directly.
“the dinosaur was triceratops, by the way” martin said after a moment.
“earlier. i overhead before i entered.” he shrugged. “you were gonna correct her.”
martin glanced over finally, softer now. “you always get annoyed when people mix them up.”
you looked away quickly. “that’s because people are wrong.”
“yeah” he said quietly. “they usually are.”
for a second, neither of you spoke. just rain. just fluorescent lights buzzing overhead. just martin standing too close again after two months of not close at all.
then a car horn sounded somewhere across the lot. your ride. you stepped back automatically.
something flickered across martin’s face for half a second before he covered it.
“right” he said lightly. “see you monday.”
and god. that shouldn’t have sounded so intimate.
you started toward the rain. “if you’re lucky.”
martin’s grin appeared slowly. warm. devastating. “yeah?”
you rolled your eyes and continued walking to the car.
martin stood under the awning watching you go until james appeared beside him holding two sodas.
james handed one over silently. martin took it without looking away from the parking lot.
“…you think she kept the dinosaur?” he asked, sounding stunned.
james cracked open his soda. “probably. congratulations. your girlfriend likes plastic reptiles.”
martin looked at him immediately. “she’s not my girlfriend.”
james took a long sip. “not yet.”
ᝰ.ᐟ a/n: chapter two guys! thank you guys so much for the love i received on chapter one🫶🏻
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