#magicguilt

   𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐆𝐋𝐀𝐃.   all  jacob  wanted  in  that  moment  was  for  parker  to  kiss  him  on  the  lips.   after  months  of  feeling  isolated  &&   HATING   himself  for  feeling  these  emotions––  these  feelings  for  the  other.    ❛   don’t  stop,  please,   ❜   he  whispered.

“saying shit like that makes it sound like you actually wanna kiss me.”

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“how do you know that’s not my plan? hm?”

“am I the view? I sort of feel violated, now.” except he really didn’t and he was just being dramatic.

“Michael Myers.” The response came a bit too fast and was a bit too confident. It took a second for the second half of Parker’s question to click in his head. “Oh. Like in an actual, physical fight? Freddy. He’s a little bitch.”

“With me?” Rory asks before smiling at him. He doesn’t know if he has ever felt deserving of love not from anyone especially romantic love from a boy. He had complicated feelings about himself about who he was and what he’d done. He felt like a monster sometimes like he would hurt people. “It’s uh.... I really like you too like a lot. I love you even it’s just- well I didn’t think you felt the same way.” He smiles reaching over to touch Parker’s cheek. “I love you.” 

There was a pause before the corner of his lips curled upward before he leaned closer. “Are we about to kiss?”