Bam is out of town on a skate tour and his friends are left to their own devices. Novak and Ville love to pick on eachother, especially when they're alone.
“I think you owe me a kiss.”
“The only thing I owe you is a slap upside the head.” Ville’s dark shadowed blue eyes rolled into the next century tracking Novak’s movements. “Don't you want it back?” The small sandy haired man teased, flipping up his skateboard to ready a quick get away. Novak loved to do anything to get under Ville’s skin, today's mission being stealing his cellphone. The pair had been nearly inseparable since kindergarten, the endless annoyance from both sides seemingly acting as a glue to the detrimental duo. Being nearly a foot shorter than his raven haired stick bodied victim and much more athletic, any observer would describe their encounters like a pomeranian duking it out with a doberman at the dog park.
“You’ll give it back eventually, you couldn't survive without texting me anyway.” Ville rose from the bench diverting his attention away from the blonde, signaling to him he wanted no part in any games today. “It’s getting late anyway, I should get going. ” His voice was flat as he flung his bag over his shoulder, setting off along the forested path. Novak stood slack jawed watching his best friend walk away from his playful tormenting, leaving him perplexed and phone in hand. The anxiety was too much not to chase him, and the confused hellian jumped on his board to catch up with his skyscraper counterpart.
“Hey! What’s up with you today?” Novak puffed out, placing his hand on Ville’s shoulder to steady the inertia of his quick ride. A heavy silence fell on the pair as the tall man simply brushed the hand off and kept walking. Novak began to realize something was really wrong, he didn't remember doing anything too gnarly, he wondered if he had overstepped some unspoken boundary.
“Dude answer me!” The blonde yelled out to the back of his friend's disappearing head. Ville stopped dead in his tracks and slowly turned to face the calling voice. As he approached the smaller man the streetlamps between them came to life with each of the leisurely steps, illuminating the pair with their own spotlights. “I'm just so tired of doing this with you. Honestly, do you only exist to annoy me?” Villes face was as monotone as his words, so disarming for the typically smiley goth. The whimsical light in Novak’s ocean eyes vanished, evidently on the brink of emotional flooding. “You’re childish and I think we’ve grown apart. I really don’t think we should see eachother any more.” The raven haired dreamboat had the temperament of dry ice that burned holes into the blonde's sense of self. Ville outreached his black nailed palm awaiting the return of his device, as calm as a cucumber.
“You think I'm childish?” Novak croaked, still stunned by the words directed at him. “You’re the one ruining our friendship because you can’t take jokes!” He choked as the emotions erupted from his mouth, surprising even himself. The suppressed waterworks striked with vengeance, sending the man into borderline hysterics incapable of even meeting the other man's gaze.
Ville’s storm blue eyes widened into saucers, very alarmed by this sudden influx of extreme passion. Novak had never been into dramatics, he couldn't remember if he had ever seen him cry in all of the years they’ve known each other. Creating this kind of reaction made him feel like the childish one, he had never wanted to see the playful skateboarder like this. Ville reminded himself of all the things the pair had done together, and who Novak really was to him for all these years. The countless pranks, the movie nights, all the inside jokes they shared; all the memories flooded back and filled the stormy blue eyes with confliction. “I just can’t see you anymore, I'm sorry.” The heavy words hit the concrete and echoed in Novak’s ears.
Both men stared at each other in a battle of deep emotion.The silence was deafening, a whirlwind of confusion and anger begging to be released onto each other's opponent with unbreakable force.
“Tell me why! I think I deserve at least that!” Novak was the first to brake, instinctively shoving Ville backwards. Silence. “Tell me! We’ve been best friends for years and now I'm nothing to you?” His desperation showed itself in his pleas, expressing like a wild animal snapping at a trained hunter. He felt pathetic but it was far too late for him to care, he needed some kind of closure. The crushing silence manipulated Novak’s hand into a fist, sending it flying into Ville’s sculpted cheekbone and knocking him to the pavement like a leaf.
He stood over the wounded male stricken with anger and fear, hating himself for his split decision monkey brain way of thinking. The black haired man still said nothing, instead covering his face in preparation of receiving another blow. Novak’s spirit was mauled and his face burned with embarrassment. “I’m so sorry Ville..” He whispered almost to himself, delicate soft curls hanging down framing his breakdown in gold as he worked up the nerve to stare into the consequence of his actions.
“Shut up. I hate that I still love you even when you’re the biggest ass on the planet.” Ville mocked, gazing upward at the small man who was inconsolably dripping tears over him. Wincing, he wiped his face creating a cocktail of blood, eyeliner, and both men's teardrops. Novak was caught completely off guard, extending his arm to help the man up. “I.. I’m really sorry. Why didn’t you tell me you felt this way?” His voice was soft and concerned, searching for an answer in the stormy blue abyss. “I didn't want to ruin anything. You mean too much to me, if you rejected me I don’t think I could look at myself..” Ville reluctantly confessed, his expression cracking into a bright shade of pink.
Novak exploded with laughter, wiping the final fleet of tears escaping down his cheeks. “Yes, because I only ever think normal platonic thoughts about you. Are you stupid?” The man smiled, relieved he hadn’t done something to cause this riff between them. The streetlamps watched in admiration as their actors giggled like school girls, proud of the show they had just hosted. “Let’s go get you cleaned up, loser.” Novak teased, elbowing the thin man's shoulder. “Okay shorty, as long as you don’t punch me again.” Ville smiled, grabbing a delicate hold of the man's hand. He couldn’t hide the excitement in his face as he realized how extreme their size difference was, Ville felt as if he was holding the paw of a newborn puppy.
Noticing the examination of his digits, Novak shook the giant's hand away and flipped up his board to catch it. “No promises.”
