And there he was.
Yes, sleeping on the couch. The man with the shaggy blonde hair and the sleeping cat on his chest was there on your couch. This was, frankly, nothing out the ordinary. Because this man, with his eyebrows turned up in a somewhat troubled look, was yours and yours only.
"H-Huh?" The man stirred a bit before waking up and turning to you as the cat jumped off his chest. You smiled and giggled a bit in your hand. Yes, he was yours.
The man named Arthur sat up and rubbed his forehead. You noticed his shirt sleeve slowly fall and revealed a head of a guitar. You wondered if he still hated you for tricking him into getting that. “Hey? Why am I sleeping on your couch?” And you smiled because that what you did. And he smiled because he loved seeing yours.
And there it was.
The passionate and ardent stare you two shared. This showed you how loving and delightful this demonic and angelic the world can be when he’s in your life. When you know you have a chance to love him and hold him but instead, you decided to allow him to be your friend. In return, you gratefully thanked him for allowing you to be his friend. As idiotic as it might have sounded, it was good this way. You; hiding this love and this overbearing desire that it have became a burden to carry. And him; fueling this tyrannical beating of your heart with his smiles and his own little gestures of love. But I would just that’s the funny part. Or the tragic part.
With a shuffle of your feet, the gentlemen cleared his throat and nodded. He stood up and stopped in front of you. You both nodded once again with a deep red painted on your cheeks as he leaned down and softly kissed your cheek.
And despite of all of that, you two still agreed to go along with this bloody bet….