The Bad Boys Angel

Let's Talk

Song: Hearts Don’t Break Around Here, Ed Sheeran

Zanthus’s POV

The skin on my body feels like it’s been set afire as I sit next to Angel. Her hand is still in mine, and it’s overwhelming in the finest way. The fresh memories of her holding me close to her are interminably playing through my mind.

Her touch was so delicate and her words were just the same. I can still feel the traces of her fingers in my hair, as well as the ones she left upon my cheeks while ridding them of my tears. It’s like an Angels’ touch.

My Angel’s touch.

She’s safe. She’s safe for me. Just as she’s found her own safe haven through William, I’ve found one through her. The way she didn’t ask questions. She never told me everything was okay or that I’d be alright, and that’s not what I wanted nor what I needed.

She hasn’t asked me what happened either, which I couldn’t possibly be more thankful for. She’s simply sat next to me quietly per my request and let me keep her fingers entangled with my own and her side body pressed innocently to mine in such a delicate way. Her being here is more than enough. Her just being here with me in silence is all I have ever needed.

It’s not that I don’t want to talk to her, I do with each fiber that makes me up. Every part of me is yearning to talk to her, it’s almost unbearable. It feels as if my throat is itching to get out the words I want to, but I’m simply incapable. There’s so much I would like to tell her, so much, too much.

“Are you two alright?” A voice startles both of us from behind, which I’m easily able to identify as Hades. “My apologies if I’m interrupting. You lot have just been out a while, we were getting a bit worried.”

“Sorry about that, we were just, well, sorry.“ Angel’s cheeks tint an endearing shade of pink.

“The tragic apologies returned so soon?” Hades pointed look is surely teasing, though there’s a tint of seriousness tacking to it.

“I’m-“ She stops herself off just as soon as she begins, making it quite obvious she was about to give yet another unwanted apology.

“Yeah, yeah. Not another word of it.” He waves her off. “Oi, Zanthus. How are you getting along over there, a bit quiet are we?”

“Fine,” I mumble while keeping my eyes locked on the space between Angel and me here our hands lay, still plastered together.

“Fine? Nothing else to say for yourself, then? You came out here-what-almost an hour ago for a supposed fag, and expect no worry to overcome any of us? I’m sure you know we deserve much more than just a word of reassurance, yeah?” I know the anger scratching from underneath his skin and making its way through the surface isn’t directed at me in bad measure.

I know Hades only just cares for me. All of them do so immensely just as I care tenfold their extents back. I also know he’s right. They do deserve more than a simple fine, but I also know I haven’t got it in me to attempt saying much more with Angel beside me.

“I’m al-alright.” I dart my eyes to meet his for a quick second, pleading silently with him to let it go for the time being.

“Eh, ’m a bit off-put by your answer, but I’ll leave it be for now.” Hades has always been the utmost bluntly honest character as long as I’ve known him, so figures his response would stand as it does.

“Have you started the film?” Angel positions herself to face the newly established crowd of Hades a bit more, thankfully not releasing my hand from hers yet.

“Course not! The disrespect you assume on my end harms my ego a bit, Angel.” Hades feigns hurt as he places a hand over his heart. “Though really, I reckon Zanthus would have lost the plot if he had walked in on us watching the film without him-without you two. He’s quite mental over his films.” A teasing smile graces Hade’s features at this statement, of course.

I’m the one blushing this time as Angel just laughs quietly. It’s barely there, but it is. I’d like to hear more about it really. Much more of it. If she’ll let me, of course.

“We should head back in then?” She raises her eyebrows in my direction, indirectly asking if I’m alright I assume.

“Y-yeah.” I agree with her, giving a nod and waiting for her to make the first move.

“Right then. See you inside.” Hades gives us a bit of privacy as I’m sure he’s come to the conclusion that something more has been occurring out here than just banter between the two of us.

He’s a bit thick sometimes, but I love him nonetheless.

“You alright then, Zanthus?” She reassesses, studying mine firmly.

“I-I’m g-good, yeah,” I assure here, squeezing her hand that’s still in mine lightly as I do so.

“Alright. We should head in then.” Her tone isn’t missing skepticism, though she doesn’t point out her uncertainty regarding my answer and current state. She doesn’t move to let go of my hand, let alone to stand up, which I find rather contradicting considering she’s the one who proposed to go back inside.

Truly, I wouldn’t like to go back inside. I’d rather sit outside with her for the rest of the night and watch the night rise. Spend the night counting the stars and holding her close. I would stay until the sunrise with her if she was willing.

Though I know that’s surely not much of a feasible request on my end, since the whole reason she’s here is to watch the film that’s waiting inside. And of course, I would never let her know of my wishes. I haven’t got the courage.

Yet.

“You know, we could stay out here if you’d like. Or we could not.” Her voice is soft, it’s honest. One of the endless things I admire regarding her.

“The f-film?” I propose, my own eyebrows raising a bit in confusion.

“I don’t mind it. We can always watch it another time. Not like we’ve got anything to lose if we don’t watch it tonight.” Her lips lift into that smile of hers which I could stare at for days on end.

She’s so beautiful. So, so beautiful.

“It’s all up to you, Zanthus. I’m happy to spend time with you, wherever that may be.” My cheeks couldn’t flame more if they’d like to at this moment.

“I th-think-” I cut myself short, “C-could we g-go to m-my room?” I propose, and right after I already wish to take my words back

“F-f**k. I, I di-didn’t, no.” I draw in a breath and do my best to collect myself just a bit. “Not, n-no. I s-s-swear, I ju-just m-m-” I shut my eyes and let out a groan as I begin to stumble and unruly amount over my attempt of a sentence, as being flustered doesn’t help my already unfortunate way with words.

It’s a habit, really, me bringing my hands to my hair to tug on the roots. It started when I was young and it’s stuck from then on. It’s not the worst thing I could do, but I normally don’t mind my own strength when I am doing so and end up in a bit of pain afterward.

I didn’t realize said habit was occurring until I felt soft hands wrap themselves around my own, coaxing my hands from my hair delicately. I would be lying if I said I wasn’t taken back by this action on Angel’s end. If I even expected a reaction from her, it surely wasn’t that one. Though I’m glad my predicaments of her handling situations regarding me haven’t all gone how I thought them up.

Well, for the most part, I’m glad things between her and I haven’t gone how I dreamt them.

“Hey, it’s alright. I know you didn’t mean it like that, don’t worry.” She tries quietly and smooths her thumbs over the backs of my hands.

“I’m s-sorry.” I shake my head in an attempt to rid the past few minutes of conversation from my memory, I’m unsuccessful of course. She waits for me to go on. “I j-just, I me-meant to t-talk.” I clarify to her finally.

“Of course, Zeze.” I’ve never been one for nicknames, but if I said I didn’t want to hear her call me that again I’d be lying.

She tragically let’s go of my hand and I will myself not to be too disheartened by the action. I watch, mesmerized, as she dusts herself off and gets all set. I follow step after her, once I’m able to drag my eyes away, essentially doing the same with my clothes as she. Though I’m also taking precautions to wipe my palms on my jeans, in case any sweat may be laying on them.

I have to fight the urge to draw her hand back to mine. Instead, I settled on making my way up the steps, grabbing the door instead. I open it, turning back to find Angel already right there.

“Thank you.” Her smile will be the end of me one day.

She’s just so much. Too much.

But I want her,.

“I-I’ll go,” I gesture my head to the corridor that leads to where both of us once were some time ago with the rest of the boys. Angel seems to understand what I’m saying with ease, thankfully.

“I’ll wait here then yeah?” I shake my head and gesture it towards the staircase.

“I-If you re-remember where i-it is…” I trail off, which she just nods to with a bright smile.

“I do, yeah. I’ll meet you up there in a bit then?” I give her a nod and a smile of my own in response and let my eyes linger on her a bit as she makes her way towards the staircase. I shake myself out of it and turn, beginning to make my way down the open corridor.

“You f*****g taking the mick mate? Took you long enough.” Jax shoots out as I step through the archway into the kitchen.

“S-So-Sorry.” My smile doesn’t charm him like I thought it would, given the frown etched into his face is still present once I’m done speaking.

“Yeah, yeah. It is what it is, you prick. Where’s Angel then?” Xander stops me from saying any more than I had, despite me having nothing else prepared to say following my courteous apology.

“Er-Sh-she, we-” I take up playing with the rings on my fingers, twirling the piece of silver on my right pointer finger in circles.

“Well spit it out won’t you.” Maxim takes a few steps away from the bench to be more present between me and the other three boys sat with expressions similar to his.

“Did she bin you already?” Jax chimes when I stay silent a bit too long, earning himself a slap from Xander.

“Oi. Shut up you t**t. Be sensitive for once.” He scolds, no true venom to his tone.

“Hey! I am sensitive. And I’m not a twat.” Jax stomps his foot down on the tile and crosses his arms across his chest.

“Right then. I must have forgotten.” Xander rolls his eyes at the boy pouting beside him and focuses his attention on me. “So…” He draws out, encouraging me to put their curious minds to ease.

“W-we, I,” I shake my head a bit, running a hand through my hair before letting my arm drop back down to my side. “I i-invited her up t-t-to my ro-room.”

It’s silent for a few beats. Then another. Then one more.

“s**t! Mate! Where the f**k did that come from?” Jax practically yelps with eyes wide as ever.

“Not like that. Use your f*****g brain, J. You know neither of them is like that.” Hades speaks, tone a bit exasperated, though his attempt to hide his smile when Jax sticks his tongue at him in revenge fails.

“s**t was the right reaction though, got to admit. That’s a big step yeah?” Maxims lips quirk up into a small smile, in my direction of course.

“A big step? That’s a f*****g major step, Zanthus.” Xander makes the short way over to me and wraps his arm around my shoulder, pulling me into his side. “You’re a f*****g legend, Z,” Xander says as he brings his free hand up to ruffle my hair. I don’t do anything besides lean into his shoulder, ineffectively hiding from the crowd around me.

“W-we’re just go-going to t-talk,” I mutter into Xanders shirt.

“Are you going to tell her, then?” Maxims voice sounds in my ears almost immediately after I speak.

I turn my head to the side of it is resting on Xanders shoulder. He drops his arm from around my shoulder to circle around my waist, pulling me closer to his side. I fist the material of the back of his shirt anxiously, tightening and releasing my grip in a repetitive cycle.

Jax’s eyes drift to Xanders hand around my waist with an almost curious seeming expression before he clears his throat. “Ye-yeah. Yeah. Are you going to talk to her about, you know…” He waves off the unfinished sentence, though I know exactly what he’s referring to.

I sigh, closing my eyes and letting a good portion of my weight slump onto Xander. “I d-don’t kn-know.”

“Hey, it’s alright,” Xander says quietly, squeezing my side a bit tighter. “You don’t have to yet if you don’t want to. I know it’s a lot. I get it. Don’t do anything you’re not ready to.”

“I wa-want to, th-though. I ju-just, I-I,” I groan in frustration, and I hear Xander sigh before he pulls me into a full hug.

“Take a breath yeah?” His tone is soft as it runs through my ears.

I do as he says, my breath getting choked up in my throat as I attempt to do so, and it’s only now I realize how worked up I’ve got myself. I want to be angry at myself, angry for being so f*****g pathetic-so weak-but I barely even have time to do that before Xander speaks again.

“Z, you’re fine. Listen to me alright? You’ve got to breathe. Just like I am.” He runs one of his hands up and down my back, which I’m sure is shaking along with the rest of me. “You’ve got to calm down for me a bit, love. I know you’ve got it. You’re doing so well.” His tone is just above a whisper I’m sure, but it sounds so loud in my ears along with my own heartbeat.

I feel tears itching to surface and squeeze my eyes shut as tight as possible. I won’t let myself cry along with what’s already happening. I can’t, I won’t.

I won’t.

“Remember that time we took dad’s favourite car out when we were, what, twelve or summat?” He starts, letting out a small chuckle. “We had just finished watching some movie, who f*****g knows what it was at this point, and you talked about how absolutely mental it would be to drive as they did. Course neither of us took into account that we were bloody twelve and hadn’t the first clue when it came to driving.” He continues.

“You told me it couldn’t be harder than the games we played, and I agreed. We got in, me driving obviously since you voted me to. We barely got a fourth of the way out of the drive before we crashed it. Thank god it was into the bushes and not the f*****g trees. Dad was proper off it when he found out. Had our heads.” I can’t help but laugh at the memory, albeit it coming out a bit choked and now a bit watery, which makes me take note of the fact that I’m crying.

“You two are f*****g stupid, I’ll say that without end.” Hade's cuts in, laughing as well.

“Don’t bruise our egos.” Xander replies, receiving and ‘Oh sod off’ in return. “You alright there then?” His voice sounds right beside my ear, and I squeeze him tighter in response. “I’ll take that as a no.” He sighs.

“You should get back up to Angel, Zanthus. It’s been a while. Reckon she may start worrying soon.” Jax’s voice is quiet as he speaks, which is something odd for him.

“J is right. You should get back to your Angel.” Xander stars to let go casting me to groan at the loss of comfort. “Christ, I feel like a father dropping his son for his first day of primary school.” I don’t hesitate to give him a good slap to the side at this, now fully standing on my own.

“Pr-prick.” I glare at him, crossing my arms over my chest.

“Oh hush up.” He rolls his eyes, reaching a hand out to fix my hair, then my shirt, and then finally he steps back.

“Alright, Zanthus.” His expression feigns seriousness as he speaks. “I want you to march in there and-“ Maxims voice cuts him off.

“Oh just f*****g talk to the girl, Zanthus, you got this. Sorry to cut in, but I think if Xander leaves Jax without any attention for another second the boys going to f*****g explode.” Jax’s face goes the slightest bit red at Maxim’s remark, and he shoots the boy a glare.

“Shut the f**k up, you f*****g tit.” His voice doesn’t have any real malice to it, but Maxim complies anyways.

I look back over to Xander, who’s stood still in front of me, and only now notice the red tint to his own cheeks. It’s barely there, and I’m sure if I wasn’t standing so close to him I wouldn’t notice it at all, but I am standing so close so I do see it.

I can’t help the confused expression the comes to my face as I start to draw up the dots in my head. He’s in for a f*****g conversation later, to say the least. His eyes widen when he notices my expression and he goes to talk, but I beat him to it.

“La-later.” I say quietly, only him being able to hear as the other lads were far to busy fighting over something some feet away from us.

“No. Zanthus, he’s not, I don’t-“ He stumbles over his words, rushed and uncoordinated, everything he’s not normally. I can’t help but frown at this and put my arm on his shoulder, squeezing it in reassurance.

“Hey.” I catch his gaze finally, “It’s al-alright. We’ll ta-talk l-later, yeah?” I smile at him, relaxing a bit myself when he returns a relieved seeming smile and nods his head.

“Later.” He confirms. “Right then, later. But for now, you better take your arse up to Angel-because lord knows you’ve had her waiting-and talk to her.” He all but commands me, turning me around so I was faced towards the corridor, giving me a push for good measure.

“There goes our boy. He’s all grown up now.” Hade's teasing tone catches my ears, and I simply flip him the bird blindly as I start to walk towards the direction of my room.

I have to remind myself to breathe when I make it to the stairs. I have to force myself not to let my lungs close when I get to the top. I have to force myself not to faint when I make it outside my room.

The doors open, and I can see Angel when I come to stand in the middle of the doorway. She’s sitting on the edge of my bed, her hair falling in the most perfect manner over her shoulders. She’s got one of her legs tucked under her thigh on the bed, the other hanging over the edge.

She’s so beautiful. So achingly beautiful, always.

There’s a book in her hands, one of my books to be specific. I can’t tell exactly which it is, though that’s really not the most important thing to me at this moment. It’s not really important at all to me at this moment. It’s just Angel.

Only Angel.

I think about what Xander said. How I don’t need to tell her. How I could wait. And I figure I really could with reason if I want to. I’ve only known her for about two weeks, and talking to someone about something so deep so early isn’t really necessary.

But Angel, Angel’s different. She’s so different and that’s what’s so f*****g beautiful about her. She’s not just someone. She’s the one who will stay up texting me until three in the morning for no reason. She’s the one who doesn’t ask questions where everyone else does. She’s the one who doesn’t push too far, but just enough.

She’s the one that will hold me quietly because somehow, somehow she hasn’t talked to me about it but knows that’s what I need. She’s the one that makes my heart race and my palms sweaty and my stomach flip and my brain get all fussed and there’s nothing I can do to stop it.

She’s not like anyone else I’ve met. She doesn’t make me feel like anyone else I’ve met. So maybe I do want to tell her some things I wouldn’t even think to tell others after knowing them for just two weeks, but that’s alright. It’s alright because she’s not other people. She’s different.

She’s Angel. She’s my Angel.

I take one final see breath, running a hand through my hair just to do so before I take a step into my room.

And then another. And another. And another.

And a few more until I’m stood in front of her. She finally looks up, her expression a bit bashful as she shuts the book she was so beautifully reading. It’s impossible for me not to beam down at her. She’s proper adorable, that’s what she is.

“Hi.” I let out softly, obviously causing her to be taken back with me being the one to start the conversation.

“Uh-yeah. I was just, yeah, sorry. Hi.” She laughs what seems to be nervously as she gestures to the now closed book in front of her in a flustered manner, cheeks flushing as she speaks.

Christ, could she get any f*****g cuter?

“Y-yeah.” I nod my head approvingly, and she brings the book up to hold it to her chest.

It’s an uncontrollable impulse, me taking the last step towards her and tucking a stray piece of her hair behind her right ear. It’s a cliche as well, one I’ve seen in every romance movie to exist, and maybe that’s why I did it.

Maybe I want to do all those cliche things I’ve watched and I’ve cried about over the years. Maybe I want to hold her hand in the park and dance with her in the rain. Maybe I want to kiss her under the stars and hold her close while snow falls around us.

And yeah, maybe it’s only been three weeks, and maybe it may be a bit much right now, but that’s alright. And yeah, maybe none of that may ever happen, but that’s alright. And yeah, maybe I may end up not even wanting any of that in the future, and that would be alright too.

Nothing has to be set for certain now. Nothing has to be decided early on. Nothing does.

There’s now. There’s now and that’s all that matters. And the maybes, those matter, but after all, they’re just maybes. They’re not for certain, and they’re not to be taking up all my time at the moment. They’re like the conversation I’m going to have with Xander. Later. They’re for later.

But right now, right now is for Angel.

There’s now. There’s now and there’s Angel and there’s me and there’s a book. There’s now and there are shy smiles and soft laughs and hair that’s now tucked behind an ear.

There’s now and there’s a bed that’s calling for me to sit on it and tell some things I wouldn’t tell others after knowing them for two weeks to the girls that’s not like the others that I’ve known for three weeks.

There’s now and there’s Angel and there’s me and that’s all that matters.

She’s the sweetest thing that I know, and she’s here now. We’re here now.

“S-sorry I to-took so l-long. I d-didn’t-“ I cut myself off when I feel a hand cup itself over the top of my own, squeezing it lightly.

“It’s alright, Z. Don’t worry about it. I’m not upset, really.” Her smile is small, but it’s sincere nonetheless.

“You’ve got enough books in here to keep me busy for a lifetime, and some.” She teases, but I can barely laugh because of her hands still over mine and it has my heart beating out of my chest.

I figure she notices because soon enough her expression turns to somewhat worried one. Maybe curious would be a better word for it.

“You alright there?” She squeezes my hand, which really isn’t helping my case at the moment. I swallow before nodding my head, then deciding against myself and shaking it instead.

Honest. I want to be as honest with her as can be from now.

“It’s ju-just,” I nod my head to her hand laying on top of my own.

“Oh, I’m sorry.” She immediately retracts her hand, tone heavy with embarrassment.

That’s not what I wanted. I liked the weight of her hand on mine. I want it.

“N-no. I,” I bite down on my lip a bit before quietly speaking up again. “I li-liked it.” If I wasn’t so close to her I’m not sure she would have heard what I just said.

Angel appears a bit taken back, for the second time since I’ve stepped into the room, but I just smile through the heat I feel stained on my cheeks and reach for her hand again. She doesn’t pull away when my fingers touch over the back of her hand, which I take as a good sign.

Her hands are delicate. Like her, she’s delicate. My beautiful, delicate Angel.

I risk it all when I inch my fingers underneath her palm that’s rested upon the book she has sat in her lap again, and flip her hand so our palms are matched with each other. I take note of the size difference, her fingertips just reaching the second crease of my own. Keeping on, I slowly lace my fingers with hers, giving her time to pull back, though thankfully she doesn’t.

It’s quiet for a bit. Then a bit more. And then a bit more.

“I like it too.” She says, almost inaudible though I hear it, and the beaming smile across my lips could let a fool know that.

I decide to finally take a seat beside her on the bed, the mattress dipping and molding around me as I do so. I can’t decide exactly how I want to present what I do just yet, so I decide to say the first thing that comes to mind.

“Yo-you’re really p-pretty.” I find her brown eyes with my own. They’ve got a bit of a golden tint to them in the light, and it’s the most beautiful thing.

She’s the most beautiful thing.

“You’ve got to stop doing that.” She mumbles, darting her eyes from mine as the prettiest rose shade crawls across her cheeks.

“What?” I squeeze her hand a bit, smiling wider when she squeezes back.

“Complimenting me. I can’t take it. You’re going to turn my red indefinitely.” Her tone doesn’t hold any real conviction to it as she speaks, so.

“Y-you look a-adorable in re-red.” I nearly whisper, and I feel her hand now squeeze my own, keeping the pressure there instead of releasing. She’s nervous.

That’s so f*****g cute.

“Well, I think you’re pretty too, you know.” I almost choke on the air I’m inhaling when I hear her say this. I turn to her, breath caught in my throat, and eyes surely wider than average. “You’re pretty, yeah. Gorgeous. You are.” Her smile is confident while on the other hand, I feel like I’m going to burst any second.

“Th-thank y-you.” Is all I can manage to get out at this moment.

“You’re welcome.” She beams at me before breaking the eye contact and taking a look around the room. “You know, I didn’t know you liked to read so much.” Is all she says, and it’s that easy.

It’s that easy for everything to feel so normal between us. So natural. To slip into such a fluid environment, only a few and far between filled with awkward pauses.

It’s that easy for me to decide I’m ready to talk to her, more than I would anyone else in her position.

It’s that easy because it’s Angel and it’s me and it’s our hands intertwined.

“Th-there’s more.” I let out, turning to gaze at the wall of books like she’s doing.

“More? More what?” She asks, though keeps her gaze ahead as she does.

I stay quiet.

“More books? More to you?” Her eyes are still set ahead, mine mirroring hers, but it’s comfortable. It’s what I need.

“Bo-Both?” I respond, finally turning my head just a bit so my eyes can focus on her rather than the wall ahead of us.

“Well then,” She starts, head turning and eyes matching mine. “I think we’ve got plenty of time to look at the rest of the books you’ve got.” I watch as her gaze drops down to our hands.

I didn’t even notice how I was drawing circles on the back of hers with my thumb, but I don’t feel like stopping so I don’t. Angel’s eyes drift back up to my face, catching mine soon enough. I feel her hand squeeze mine.

“Tell me about yourself, then.” She urges softly.

I take a breath, taking a quick look up and closing my eyes briefly. She’s safe. I might’ve only known her for three weeks-personally at least-but she’s Angel, my Angel, and she’s safe.

“Th-there’s a t-ton.” I state, giving her an out just in case she already regrets her words.

Though for some reason I actually hope she doesn’t take the out, despite how loud my heart was in my ears and how my chest felt like it was moved to my throat.

“I know.” Her voice is gentle, it’s safe. “Well, actually I don’t know. But I want to.” She continues, eyes not leaving mine once as she speaks. “I want to know a ton about you, Zanthus.” The secure smile she gives me is all I need to keep going.

It’s quiet. Well, I’m quiet for a few moments.

“You know you don’t have to if you don’t want to right? I don’t want to pressure you into anything. You like to keep to yourself, and I get that. You don’t have to talk about yourself if you don’t want l.” I truly think she’s an Angel, not just named it.

I let my eyes wander around the area of the room a bit before I decide to look back up at her. I squeeze her hand in mine, smiling at her softly.

“I thi-think I wa-want to,” I whisper, which earns an even brighter smile from the girl in front of me.

“If you’d like, I could talk about myself as well. I know I already have a fair amount in the last few weeks, but there’s more to me too.” She offers.

“I-I’d like th-that.” I respond, and she nods as a form of confirmation.

“We don’t have to talk about everything tonight either, you know. We’ve only known each other for a few weeks. I don’t expect you to pour your deepest secrets out or summat. We’ve got plenty of time ahead of us.” It feels like weights have been lifted from me at this. There’s no pressure, and that’s what I needed to hear.

“We can start small if you fancy that.” She adds.

“W-we can s-start s-s-small?” I ask, cringing a bit at the sound of my stutter, but focusing back on Angel before I can lose myself to that train of thought.

“We can start small.” She repeats back.

“Alright.” I agree, positioning myself a bit more turned to her direction, and she does the same.

“Alright.” She copies, and I let out a small laugh at her antics, her doing the same. “So,” She draws out, just about beaming at this point, though her smile isn’t anything I’d ever dare complain about being graced with. “Let’s talk then.”

I reach out to tuck the piece of hair that had fallen back in front of her ear. Twisting it between my fingers for a few seconds before placing it back behind her ear again. Her face is flushed red now and I don't doubt mine is as well, but it’s perfect that way.

Red cheeks, soft smiles, fingers intertwined.

Angel and I.

“L-lets talk.”