#ness drabble

for @euonic ily twin

you think that alexis ness is so stupid.

why?

he just can’t take a hint! you’re hopelessly in love with him, yet he’s too hung up on soccer and michael kaiser.

oh, god, don’t even mention michael. world’s best striker? more like world’s biggest jerk!

he caught on that you liked alexis pretty early on. and whenever you’re—unfortunately—alone together, he teases you about it.

back to alexis, though. who even cares about that blue-haired rat…

you drop hints back and forth, he’s almost too dense to be cute. almost.

you hold eye contact a little longer with him. that’s surely a sign!

you search for him first in any room. that’s surely a sign!

you stand and walk beside him at any given chance. surely that’s a sign.

you tell your friends all about him; his little v-shaped smile, the way his eyes light up animatedly, the way he laughs, his shy demeanor but confidence when he’s passionate…

what’s not to love about him?

and he’s so gentle. he’s polite; the nicest a boy has ever been. he hovers his hand over the small of your back in crowded spaces, asking you through a whisper beside your ear, “is this okay?”, before he guides you around.

he holds your hand sometimes, keeping it nice and simple. palm on palm, your fingers resting on the back of his hand.

it’d be so intimate to interlace your fingers with him…

very, very rarely, when things are rough and he can tell you’re upset—he always does, but often chooses to protect your self preservation, thus often doesn’t point it out—, he moves your hair out of your face, holds you close and presses a tender kiss to your forehead.

oh, but that’s just what friends do, it seems.

if only this stupid boy knew just how much of a fool he is. just how much of a fool in love, you are.

on the flipside, though, michael kaiser swears that alexis never shuts the fuck up. the boy’s delusional, for sure.

on and on about how you’re surely dropping hints.

like, you don’t hold eye contact with anyone. but you maintain it with him, and for long periods, at that. that’s surely a sign!

you find him first in any room, that’s surely a sign!

you stand and walk beside him, like, always. surely that’s a sign.

and you’re so perfect. what’s not to like about you?

your charming smile, your entrancing laugh, your eyes that shine with every grin… you’ve got him enamoured!

if only silly you knew just how much of a fool you are. just how much of a fool in love, he is.