*checks what prompt 3 is, and promptly burst out laughing* Oh, this is gonna be fun.
Prompt 3: Enemies-To-Friends/Lovers
Premise: Scott and Martyn are ex-best friends. This happened after Martyn betrayed Scott during their friend Grian’s annual murder mystery game/event. Now enemies, the two compete in EVERYTHING. Including, especially, in fact, their school’s swim team. Their coach, in an effort to make the two get along, makes them co-captains. Naturally, both are outraged. But as the weeks go on, they are both forced to face the ending of their friendship, why it might have happened, and that maybe they had both wanted something more.
I had way to much fun with this. Enjoy!
“I’m sorry…you want us to WHAT?” Even when he was furious, or at least, should be, Scott still sounded perfectly calm. It drived Martyn INSANE. Most things Scott did had that effect.
“It will be a great opportunity! You both can work together…perhaps talk over your differences.” The swim team coach, Coach Skizz, said with a hopeful smile. Yeah, ‘cause that went so well for the others.
Martyn couldn’t stop himself from trying to catch Scott’s eye, and when he did, he rolled his eyes in Skizz’s direction. The one thing the two could agree on? The teachers’ desperate attempts to make them get along were sad, annoying, and HILARIOUS.
Scott just shook his head and turned back to Skizz. The coach was now grinning from ear to ear. He was a tall, strong man, with short, styled black hair and blue eyes that screamed ‘I’m friendly!’ He had the kind of laugh and smile that made you want to laugh and smile along.
“Look at that, see? See?? You’re already getting along better! Let’s go!” Skizz shouted the last words, and Scott just sighed in response.
“Unfortunate misunderstanding, mate. You’re not the first person to try this, and you will not be the last. This always goes south extremely quickly-not from lack of trying mind you, we both care about our grades!” That last response gained Martyn a small sound of agreement from Scott.
It was true, teachers (especially their science teacher, Mr. Impulse) tended to pair the two of them up for group projects, in hopes that it would magically solve their rivalry. They always ended up getting split into different groups around Day 2.
This was a bit different though. They weren’t being graded, this was co-captaining the swim team, something they both chose to be a part of. Frankly, they had no motivator to even TRY.
At least with the group projects, their grades were at stake.
What always shocked Martyn was how the teachers somehow KNEW he and Scott weren’t always enemies. The cause of their downfall happened in 8th grade, the year before they went to high school.
It had been a year. A year of fighting, competing, challenging each other. It would probably be a fine arrangement if it didn’t pain Martyn every time he saw Scott laughing with Gem. (His replacement as best friend.)
It would have been a respected rivalry, if the two didn’t try to hurt each other every time they saw each other.
The anger started during Grian’s 4rth annual Murder Mystery Party. Though calling them ‘parties’ was kind of insulting.
Grian, the brother of Gem and the cousin of Martyn’s close friend (he refused to call anyone his best friend after Scott.) Jimmy, went all out. It was an event, honestly.
That year, only 15 of the 18 ‘players’, as Grian called them, could come to the event. Although Lizzie and Gem had stopped by for a little while. Rules are simple: One person is the killer, and everyone else had to find out who it was before whatever stopping rule Grian had come up with that year.
Typically, it was lives. Everyone had a certain amount of lives before they were killed off and became a ghost. Once everyone ran out of lives, the murderer won.
That time in particular, however, had everyone with little hourglasses. You could regain sand by killing other members. It was a strategy of who needed to be killed, who needed time, and who was most valuable.
Once everyone’s timer went out, the killer won. Grian also had a ‘Wheel Of Death” that he spun randomly, leaving someone to die in a random way, sometimes through another player randomly killing them.
That time around, Martyn was the killer. He played in a way that had Scott on his side completely, defending him, offering resources, and offering his time.
When it came down to the final three, when Martyn knew one kill was all that was needed to take them both out, Martyn seized his opportunity, shocking everyone.
After words, Scott had been rightfully mad. He shoved Martyn, calling him a trickster. Martyn decided to give Scott some space to cool off…but then he never did. If anything, he seemed to only get madder.
Getting that mad over a GAME? Martyn didn’t want to be anywhere near that level of sore loser.
“Martyn? Hello? You still with me, buddy?” Skizz’s voice and snapping fingers brought Martyn back to the present. He was about to respond, when Scott scoffed.
“Martyn tends to not stick around.”
“Wh-excuse me??? What’s that supposed to mean, Scott?”
“It means you tend to leave out of nowhere, for no reason.”
“What do you mean?! I know I’m spacy, but compared to you, I’m always here!”
“Yet here we are, with you the one getting lost in your head!”
“Alright, overthinker!”
“Ghoster!”
“What does that even mean?! Your insa-”
“BOYS.” Skizz’s gaze went back and forth between the two. Martyn could see all his hopeful fantasies of the two getting along fading fast. “Behave, please. There will be no insulting here, you got that? We’re a team.”
“He started it!” Martyn cried out.
“God, you’re so childish!” Scott snarled. Martyn whipped his head around to face him.
“Because you’re so mature? You know, like all you’re little fits you throw when you lose?”
Scott gaped at him. “I do no such thing! Where did you get THAT idea?”
“Sore loser!”
“Liar!”
“I am NO-”
“ENOUGH.” The two boys both froze, then sheepishly turned back to their coach. Skizz’s eyes narrowed at the two of them. “Now, I am unfamiliar with you boys’ history. The extent I know is that you were once friends. I am asking you both, telling you, really, to try and get along. For the sake of my sanity, for the sake of the team, and for the sake of whatever’s left of your burnt bridge.”
Martyn held back a scoff. This was gonna end horribly. But Coach Skizz seemed more invested in getting this to work then the other teachers, so he probably wouldn’t let them off the hook due to fighting.
“You got that, boys?” Skizz asked. They both nodded. “Good. Now, head home, get some rest. Tomorrow, you both begin your duties as co-captains!” He said that last part in a celebratory manner, as if expecting Martyn and Scott to cheer.
Martyn decided to do his cricket chirping impression instead. Scott took a swing at him, causing him to have to duck while laughing. Scott growled, Martyn accused, and soon, the two were arguing.
Through the fighting, Martyn heard Skizz sigh.
The next few days went exactly how Martyn predicted they would. Arguing, shouting, fighting, pushing each other into the pool, (That last one was definitely not completely on Martyn. Definitely.) and just all around NOT getting along.
Things didn’t change until about a week into being co-captains. The two had never been forced to work together that long, and Martyn felt like he was about to snap. One wrong look, and he might end up in jail for murder.
Just like he suspected, Coach Skizz was determined to have the two work together as co-captains. Martyn was gonna blame him when he inevitably ended up on trial.
That’s what Martyn had been thinking about as he was packing his stuff up to leave. Usually, he and Scott made sure they were never the last ones alone, but today, Scott’s locker had gotten stuck, and Martyn swam an extra lap, leaving them the last ones to leave.
Martyn struggled to tie his blonde hair back with his green bandana. He usually had a teammate or friend do it for him, but there was no way he was asking Scott.
Eventually, he just gave up. “I’ll do it later.” He mumbled to himself, tucking it away into his pocket. Talking, he quickly realized, had been a mistake.
“What’d you say?” Scott’s voice was wary, and when Martyn glanced in his direction, the boy was staring at him with narrowed eyes.
“None of your business, loser.” He and Scott had begun to insult each other with the nicknames ‘Ghoster’ and ‘Loser’ respectively. ‘Loser’ was short for ‘Sore Loser’.
He saw Scott’s eye twitch. “Try again.” He had a sickly sweet smile on, voice calm, like he was patiently talking to a rude child. Something in Martyn snapped. Packing forgotten, he walked right up to Scott.
“No, no I don’t think I will. You are a sore loser, Scott, and you don’t get to know every little thing I say!” Scott seemed startled by Martyn’s suddenness, but his shoulders tensed up, ready to strike back.
“And YOU are a ghoster! I thought you were talki-”
“What does that even MEAN?” Martyn interrupted with a huff. “I’m not some sort of haunted person, Scott!”
To his surprise, Scott faltered. From rage or confusion, it was unclear. Then he just scoffed and turned around, resuming his packing. “You know what it is, Martyn. It’s what you did to me.”
“I think you’re making stuff up.” That seemed to cause the other shoe to drop, because Scott whipped right around so fast Martyn got whiplash.
“I’M MAKING STUFF UP?” Scott’s yell sent a genuine bit of fear into Martyn. Scott never yelled. Never. It just wasn’t his style. He preferred to stay calm, centered, and sassy.
“YOU’RE OVER HERE CALLING ME A SORE LOSER, AND I’M MAKING STUFF UP?!”
“YOU ABSOLUTELY ARE A SORE LOSER SCOTT, DON’T LIE! MAY I REMIND YOU OF A CERTAIN MURDER MYSTERY GAME?” Now Martyn was shouting, but Scott had stopped. He looked like he’d been slapped.
In fact, he took a literal step back. He seemed stunned. “What does that game-if it’s the one I’m thinking of-have to do with anything?”
“You got so mad about it! I get being a bit upset over being tricked, but glaring at me in the halls? Snapping at me? I don’t want to be friends with anyone who gets THAT angry over something like that.”
“The party? YOU THINK I WAS MAD ABOUT THE PARTY???” Scott was shouting again, but now he sounded less angry, more shocked and hurt. Or maybe that was just how Martyn was feeling.
“What else would you be mad about?”
“YOU COMPLETELY SHUT ME OUT! JUST OUT OF NOWHERE! YOU STARTED IGNORING ME! YOU-you-you made me feel-” Martyn had only seen Scott completely shatter and lose his cool once, when they first met.
Now, he watched as Scott’s perfectly built facade of ‘calm, happy, and sassy’ crumbled right before his very eyes. His hands balled into fists, eyes filling with tears. Martyn could feel the blood drain from his face. He hadn’t considered him letting Scott cool off could be the reason things got worse.
“I felt like I was being gaslit! Going-going insane!”
“Imagine how I felt! You seemed so mad at the party…”
“I was joking around! I-I was being silly! I was-” Scott cut off, turning on his heels, away from Martyn. Even then, he could see the tears falling from his face, his breaths too fast as he seemingly tried to get himself back under control.
Not again. Martyn thought. Scott was breathing too fast, too hard. He was gonna make himself light headed, again, just like-
The memory flooded him like a tidal wave. In second grade, Scott’s parents got divorced. When he had asked them both who he was gonna live with, they both told him the other parents name.
This left Scott with the impression that neither of them wanted him, and he was sent spiraling.
How did Martyn know this? Because he was there when it happened. It was how he met Scott.
Martyn was an aggressive kid with a short temper, so no one wanted to play with him. Feeling alone and left out, he had gone to the back of the school, away from the playground. Away from the teachers and other kids.
He had heard crying, and when he looked, he found a kid with dusty blond hair, wearing a colorful patch-work sweatshirt and tie-dye sneakers, sitting against the school wall.
When Martyn walked over to him, he realized the kid was breathing too fast. Like he was panicking. “They don’t want me, they don’t want me, they don’t want me.” He repeated over and over again.
Martyn crouched down in front of the boy. “Who doesn’t want you?” Scott later told Martyn that his voice had been hazy and distant to him. He didn’t actually realize someone was in front of him.
“My parents. They’re getting divorced and I asked who I would live with and they both said the other parent which means neither which means-” It was all said in one breath, followed by more way too short ones.
Martyn noticed the boy’s eyes were glassy, and his skin a bit pale. He started to panic. The boy needed to actually breathe. He would pass out if he kept this up.
“Someone help!” Martyn called out. He then realized that none of the teachers or other students could hear him over here.
He went to get up, but paused. He was scared. He couldn’t leave this other kid. What would happen if he lost conscience?
Martyn had panicked. He shouted, over and over again, “Help! Someone get a teacher! Please!” Thankfully, an older kid in a wheelchair, who Martyn later learned was Gem and Grian’s old brother, Scar, happened to come by and hear him.
“What’s wrong?” The older kid had asked. He had scars all over him, most notably on his face, a mop of dark brown curls, and bright green eyes. He took one look at Scott and mumbled, “Panic attack. Shoot.”
“He’s GONNA DIE!!” Martyn said worriedly, staring at the panicking boy. His breaths were coming quicker, and he was still mumbling to himself, but now he seemed to be a bit weaker, less air behind his breathing.
“He’s not gonna die. I’ll get a teacher. Stay here. Try to calm him down.” The older kid rolled away towards the playground.
Martyn crouched back down in front of the boy. Try to calm him down. Martyn couldn’t calm himself down, how was he supposed to help someone else?
“Hey! Hey! Can you hear me? You need to breathe better!” Martyn said. The boy didn’t respond. Then, because Martyn was an aggressive child who didn’t know any better, he bapped the kid on the forehead.
Apparently, that was the wake up call the boy needed. He blinked, as if just registering Martyn in front of him, but he was still breathing too fast. Not knowing what else to do, Martyn had put his hand on the boy’s shoulder. When the boy took a breath in, he started gently tapping.
1, 2, 3, 4, 5. It took a few tries, but the boy caught on, holding his breath for the count before breathing out. Eventually, he was breathing normally again.
Now, Martyn snapped back to the present. He felt awful. Of COURSE what he viewed as giving Scott breathing room, Scott would see as abandonment. The divorce had messed him up pretty badly.
He now lived with his Aunt Eloise and Uncle Oli, with them claiming custody over him during the divorce. His parents hadn’t put up much of a fight, from what Martyn knew. They both wanted to ‘start fresh’ or something stupid like that.
He shook himself. Scott was breathing too fast in front of him, facing away. Slowly, cautiously, Martyn put his hand on his shoulder, and started tapping.
Breath in, 1, 2, 3, 4, 5. Breath out. Breath in, 1, 2, 3, 4, 5. Breath out. Again and again, until Scott was no longer crying, until he was breathing normally again. Martyn took a deep breath.
Scott beat him to the punch. “Wh-why did you stop talking to me? What did I do?”
“Nothing, Scott. Honest to god. I-I was scared.” He hadn’t allowed himself to admit it before, but saying it out loud, he knew it was true. “I was scared you were mad at me. That I had messed everything up. So, I decided to take a step back. Give you some time to cool off.”
With each word, Scott seemed to relax, like he was finally getting closure he had desperately been seeking. “It was never supposed…It was never supposed to be permanent. I genuinely thought you were mad at me. Scott-I-I am so sorry.”
The last words came out choked. He had messed up, big time. But he also knew Scott wasn’t entirely faultless, and he needed Scott to understand where his aggression had come from.
Martyn turned Scott around, forcing him to face him. “But. Scott. Listen to me. I may have stepped back, but I never cut off communication with you. I responded to texts that you sent, even if I never started a conversation. I tried to say hi in the halls, but you glared or snapped at me.”
Scott looked down, like he was in shame. “I-I know. I’m sorry too. When you got distant-I thought-I thought that you’d given up on me. That you thought I wasn’t worth it. Or good enough.”
“I never thought that! Not even when we were fighting!” Martyn protested. Scott wasn’t done.
In a choked voice, he added, “I thought you hated me. I mean-” Scott looked up, locking his gaze with Martyn’s. “You hate me now, don’t you?”
“Did I ever say I did?” He never had. In all the years of fighting, not once, on either end, did they say ‘I hate you’. Because it simply wasn’t true. Martyn had been filled with hurt and anger, but never hate.
He wasn’t sure he had it in him to hate Scott.
By Scott’s face, Martyn knew he was going through the past year, trying to figure out if Martyn had ever said he hated him. He watched as the realization and relief slowly fell over his face like a blanket.
“I think we both need to learn to communicate better. To trust more.” Martyn said quietly, almost to himself.
Their eyes locked. Martyn couldn’t stop himself from studying his former friend. In middle school, Scott decided to dye his hair the now iconic cyan it is today. He somehow constantly manages to keep his hair looking great, no matter the state he’s in.
His dark, green-tinted, blue eyes that could spot anything. His freckles that happened to form the little dipper across his face. His white t-shirt with a rainbow on it, and his jean-jacket. The only thing that never changed since they first met? The thing that Scott still wears now? His tie-dye shoes.
Martyn realized that Scott was trembling. “We both messed up, huh?” He said softly, trying to lighten the mood. Scott just pulled Martyn into the tightest hug he’s ever had. He stiffened at first, but then hugged him back.
When they finally pull back, Martyn bites the inside of his cheeks. It might be a lot to ask, and it might come back to bite them both later, but…”Do you…wanna try again? Now that we know?”
Scott looks stunned by the question, blinking rapidly. Martyn can’t help but feel nervous. He doesn’t want to admit how much he wants him to say yes. Finally, after a shaky breath, Scott gives a weak nod.
“Yeah. Yeah. Okay. Let’s…let’s try.”
It isn’t easy. For the first week, they constantly struggled to break their insulting habits. The second, they can’t seem to shake the awkward air. But slowly, they get back to what they had before.
Martyn doubted it would ever be the same. That just wasn’t possible. But maybe that was a good thing. Maybe that meant that, going forward, the kind of misunderstanding they went through would never happen again.
The school talks, of course. When their relationship initially soured, there had been some sort of unspoken agreement to not tell anyone, including friends, what happened. Looking back, that was because neither of them actually KNEW what happened.
Now, they both decided to mostly keep quiet. Both of their fight and its resolution. It isn’t their peers' business, after all. However, they do share the story with their friends. Jimmy and Gem are both delighted that they are getting along.
Grian blames himself, which everybody informs him is stupid, because the issue stemmed from Martyn and Scott’s problems, not from the Murder Mystery event in itself. That doesn’t stop him, but it does help a bit.
Soon, they begin to find a routine. After swim class, Scott helps Gem with vocal lessons, so her parents take him to her house. Grian and Jimmy come with her, and sometimes they end up going to either Jimmy’s or Martyn’s to play games.
Martyn also ends up getting closer to Joel and Lizzie, who are Jimmy’s friends. The two sit with them at lunch, as do Scott and Gem. Joel, Grian, and Jimmy call themselves the Bad Boys.
When Martyn first heard, he scoffed and said, “If you three are the Bad Boys, me and Scott are the Mean Gills.” Gem and Lizzie just groaned, calling them all ridiculous, and soon things dissolved into funny stories of everyone’s childhood.
There were some moments though. Where Scott and Martyn’s gazes would catch for a little too long, where they would get a little closer than necessary, where what would normally be a teasing compliment would make them both blush.
Martyn found himself thinking about Scott more and more often, to the point where he was starting to consume his every waking thought. He would often just stare at Scott, feeling overwhelmingly happy and warm. But when Scott caught him, he would flush and look away.
Scott loved physical affection, and it was going to be the death of him. Squeezing his hand for just the heck of it, hugs constantly, messing with his hair. Sometimes, if Martyn was feeling sad, Scott would just cup his face with his hand.
After a long swim, Scott would often rest his head on Martyn’s shoulder. So, in response, Martyn would gently stroke his nose, something they used to do when they were younger. When Scott felt stress, Martyn would stroke his nose, helping to make him calm and a bit sleepy.
Recently, Scott did actually fall asleep on him. It’d been an awkward conversation with Gem.
Each interaction would leave his heart pounding. Scott left Martyn tongue-tied, breathless, and dizzy. He knew exactly what was happening to him, but he couldn’t bring himself to admit it. The feelings were consuming him, setting him on fire from the inside.
It wasn’t until about a month had passed that he was forced to face what was happening. It started with Grian sitting down at the lunch table and asking, “Did you hear that rumour about you and Scott?”
“I’ve heard lots of rumours about me and Scott. You’ll have to specify.” Kids at school had been coming up with theories left and right about what happened to the two of them. Martyn’s personal favorite was the one about Coach Skizz hypnotizing them.
He wouldn’t necessarily rule it out.
Grian rolled his eyes. “This rumour, in particular, is one about Scott using you to get to Jimmy.” Martyn gaped at him for a few seconds, then burst out laughing.
“Oh, that is comedy GOLD.” Martyn said, at the same time Gem appeared, her face stunned enough for it to be clear she overheard the rumour.
“Yeah.” Grian said, a mischievous glint in his eyes. “Especially since Scott seems to have a thing for you.”
Martyn nearly choked on his next breath. “Wh-what? That’s ridiculous! What makes you thi-”
Then Gem chimed in. “Oh, yeah. Scott 100% has a thing for you. Some might even say he’s a bit lovesick.” She giggled. Martyn felt warm all over. Scott. Lovesick. Over him?
“You good there, Martyn?” Grian said with a cheeky grin. Martyn couldn’t breathe. His head was spinning. He was sure his face was a bright enough red to be seen on the other side of the cafeteria.
“I-I’m fine.” He said when he could find his voice. It came out warbled and horse. Gem and Grian exchanged knowing looks.
“You sure?” Gem asked. “I mean, it’s not like you feel anything for Scott, right?” Martyn let out a forced, choke-cough that sounded vaguely like a laugh.
“No. No! Of…of course not!”
“Liar, liar, pants on fire.” Grian sang. Martyn swatted at him.
“Seriously! It’s just rusty feelings, is all.” Too late, Martyn realized his mistake. Both siblings zeroed in on him, their attention unwantingly captured.
“Rusty feelings?” Gem asked. And now Martyn was gonna have to explain…
“Um. Yeah, uh…in middle school, before the fight…I might’ve, um…” Grian started giggling like a wild hyena, and Martyn glared at him. “Shut up!” His face was burning, and he knew it.
Of course, that was when Scott arrived. “Hey!” He said cheerily. Martyn froze. Gem and Grian, by some miracle, went dead silent. Scott slid in right next to Martyn, who was suddenly overwhelmingly aware of just how close they were.
Jimmy, Joel, and Lizzie, who all had a class together, arrived just as Scott, looking back and forth between an extremely red Martyn and the two trying-not-to-laugh siblings, asked, “So…what were you guys talking about?”
Grian lost it, laughing so hard it sounded like squawking, as Martyn blurted out, “NOTHING.”
That day, after swim, Scott and Martyn were chatting when Gem came by, earlier than usual.
“Hey boys! Sorry Martyn, could I borrow your man for a minute?” Martyn tried to laugh it off, but he did notice Scott’s cheeks rapidly reddening.
“Fine, fine, go talk to your cooler friend, I’m not jealous or anything.” Martyn teased. Scott whipped his head around, clearly checking for confirmation he was joking, and when he grinned, Scott smiled right back and got up to follow Gem.
Before he left though, he turned on his heels, grabbed Martyn’s green bandanna, and in one swift motion, tied it around Martyn’s head. The two were alarmingly close till he turned around and followed Gem.
Leaving Martyn breathless and full of adrenaline. He hadn’t wanted to admit his feelings before, but he knew he was as good as gone. He was falling for Scott, and there was nothing he could do about it.
“What’s up?” Martyn heard Scott ask.
“So, me and Grian heard…” Gem’s voice trailed off as the two walked away.
Martyn sighed, stretched, and began to pack up. He was halfway done, when out of nowhere, Scott rushed back in. Martyn thought he must have forgotten something, but he was talking in an instant.
“Oh thank god you're still here. Gem just told me about a rumor she and Grian heard about me using you to get to Jimmy, and I just wanted to tell you this before it reached you, it is not true. At all. I don’t know why someone thought that, but I would never do something like that to you, or frankly, Jimmy either.”
Scott was speaking rapid fire, it took a second for Martyn’s brain to catch up. When he did, he opened his mouth to try and explain things, going, “Uh-”
Before Scott cut him off, waving his hands in front of him, saying, still alarmingly quickly, “I’m not done!” So Martyn slowly closed his mouth, waiting for Scott to continue.
“I don’t even like Jimmy, is the thing. Not in that way, and I doubt he likes me in that way. I don’t know. Not really the point. Point being, he’s not the one I love. I-I love YOU Martyn. I have for-for god knows how long, really. You are probably the most important person in my life, and if you and I were to fight again, I don’t know how I’d be able to handle it and-”
Okay, that was it. Martyn’s head was reeling from the confession, but he couldn’t let Scott go on like this. “SCOTT!” He said, loud enough to startle him out of his rambling.
“One thing at a time. First off: breathe.” He stepped closer to Scott, rubbing his arms over his shoulders, helping him relax. When he seemed calm enough to be able to process information, Martyn explained, “I already knew about the rumor, Scott. Grian told it to me during lunch.”
Scott’s eyes widened, but before he could respond, Martyn continued. “And no, that is not why I was acting odd. I know the rumor isn’t true, Scott. You didn’t need to worry. I trust you.”
Martyn hadn’t meant to add that last part. He didn’t know where his trust issues stemmed from, but for a moment, he stiffened. Then he relaxed. It was true, he did trust Scott. And he knew he could.
Scott relaxed, but as Martyn took a step back, his words seemed to catch up to him. His face started to turn a bright shade of red, and he stumbled back, stuttering, “I-um…so, yeah, I’ll-I’ll see you um…tomorrow, yup! Um, I’ll just…go now…”
He made a move towards the door, but Martyn caught his hand in his. “Scott. Wait.” He spoke surprisingly confidently, considering his knees felt like they were about to give out from nerves.
Taking a deep breath, Martyn captured Scott’s gaze with his. His eyes were wide, terrified, lips slightly parted. Martyn squeezed his hand, then tugged him closer.
Once they were only inches apart, Martyn confessed in a voice barely above a whisper, “I love you too.”
Scott looked stunned, and then he was grinning from ear to ear. He leaned closer, capturing Martyn’s mouth with his. Heart pounding, Martyn kissed him back.
All thoughts evacuated his brain. He reached his hands up, running them through Scott’s hair, causing him to make a small noise in response.
That noise did wild things to Martyn’s head.
The two parted for air, but not for long. Martyn was consumed, feeling like his entire body was on fire. Scott’s hand cupped his cheek, and he couldn’t help but lean into it.
He had firmly decided that air was unnecessary and that he would make this last forever, until someone cleared their throat. They both drew apart, finding Gem staring at them, going back and forth between the two.
“Well, I now owe Grian 10 bucks, thanks boys.” Gem said with an over dramatic sigh. Martyn was sure he was as red as Scott, who was the color of a strawberry, but he grinned and laughed.
“Will do better next time.” Scott joked, bumping his shoulder into Martyn’s.
The two grinned at each other like fools until Gem said, “Scott, I know you’re having a moment, and I love that for you, but my mom is gonna come in here soon to try and figure out what’s taking us so long.”
Scott sighed, giving Martyn a quick kiss on the cheek before waving and following Gem. “See you tomorrow!”
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