This is totally stupid that and I wrote it in like 10 minutes but I tried to get the personalities right or at least close. Now on with the fic!
I gazed into his beautiful blue eyes, "You say beautiful things…" Emits from the depths of my throat, but only as a coarse whisper.
"Yes," He replies with a harmonious tone. One smooth enough, to make my heart flutter. Not that you'd ever admit it out loud. You're just bro's. "And you say things equivalent to that of a dogs fart."
What.
No.
Shit.
He didn't.
Wow asshole.
Damn.
Fucking heart breaker.
How can he do this to me.
Dammit Egbert.
"Wow um…" I pull back from my previously leaned in state. "Dude you're totally right, so fucking correct. I do. My words are shit compared to the silk of your words. Don't listen to anyone who could tell you otherwise." I ramble on trying my best to hide my offended emotions.
"I mean I guess you have every right to say that. I do sound like a dying whale half the time. Especially when I have a fucking cold like I do now." Damn could I be making this more awkward? This is totally the worst possible reaction. I am so fucked. Well worst with him still talking to me, I guess that's a good thing. Or just the worst possible verbal reaction in which no one gets socked in the nose. This is definitely the worst reaction.
"Wait, god I'm so sorry it was just a joke. Crap, I mean your voice is wonderful and you say things that just make my day so much better. Fuck, Dave I'm sorry. I'm such a jerk; I wouldn't be surprised if you hated my guts. That was a really nice thing to say to me and I'm sorry and I don't know why I said that I just. You should really be hating my guts right now, why aren't you totally, completely hating me right now? You really should be, there's nothing wrong with that. I am a huge ass. You deserve a much better best bro than me. I didn't mean to have it come out that harsh and I just…" He spews on and on with one breath.
"No, I uh…I didn't even take it to heart," Lie, "I know you didn't mean it," Lie, "It's okay," Lie. Third times the charm isn't it?
"No I'm sorry Dave that was mean like totally douche bag-y. I shouldn't have said that—" I press my finger to his lips with a "shoosh" noise.
"Dave," He asks, lips still squished.
"Yes Egbert?"
"What are you doing?"
"Trying to get you to shut the fuck up right now okay?"
"I um…why?"
"Because, I've forgiven you."
"You do? Thank you, Dave!" He smiles underneath your finger.
"No problem Egbert. It's cool. I'm all good."
He smiles his goofy, buck-toothed smile and I resist the urge to smile right back at him, but I do slip a smirk his direction. That dork, how can he get under my so impenetrable walls of cool? Okay I guess they aren't impenetrable if he can get through them but whatever, fuck it.