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“you’re staring at me,” vernon says, without looking away from the tv screen. “again.”

quickly, you avert your eyes back to the movie. “was not.”

“you were.” you don’t dare look again, but you can hear the smile in his voice. “don’t get shy on me now,” he adds, reaching over to prod your arm with a smirk. “you can stare at me all you want, baby.”

you pretend to shudder, still refusing to look at him. “cringe.”

“you’re cringe,” he retorts childishly, but shifts closer as he does it. turns over your palm in his hand, traces the lines with a gentle finger, and asks you, in a softer tone. “what is it?”

you play dumb. “what’s what?”

vernon sighs, casts you a look that you don’t return. “what’s bothering you?”

part of you wants to shrivel up and die — the mortifying ordeal of being known is, in fact, mortifying. but another part of you, a stronger part of you, thinks it’s sweet, actually. that he knows you so well.

it’s not surprising, though. you and vernon are… some sort of undefined, ambiguous thing, some vague space between friends and dating, something hazy — and something special, on top of all that.

you’ve been on kind-of dates. out to dinner, to the park, to watch the sunrise, to meet his sister once, even. you haven’t kissed, but you’ve held hands; you haven’t said i like you, but he calls you baby, sometimes. and sometimes you even say it back.

you feel it. hanging in the air between you — again, some shapeless, undefined, abstract concept, which was fine at first, but now it’s getting to you.

“i don’t want to be that person,” you say, in a small voice, gaze fixed to your joined hands. “but… what are we?”

vernon keeps playing with your fingers, silent for a moment. his voice is quiet, mirroring yours, when he answers. “whatever you’d like us to be,” he says finally, and it’s his turn to avoid your gaze, staring determinedly down at your fingers as though they hold the secrets of the universe.

“i think,” you say slowly; and he looks up when you don’t finish, only to see you smiling — one of those gorgeous, heart-rending smiles that makes him ache a little. “i think,” you begin again, “that i’d like to kiss you now.”

an equally breathtaking smile breaks onto vernon’s face. “i think i’d like that very much.”

an / my obsession w writing vernon & f2l needs to be studied.

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