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Rolling over on Hunter's bed you sighed. He was across the room pacing, which he's been doing, for over 30 minutes ranting about Kevin. And you were sympathetic, you tried to be anyway, it was kind of hard to keep on being sympathetic after the first 10 minutes. It's not really his fault, his best friend getting a girlfriend, his best friend getting his first girlfriend.
He had mostly gotten over his qualms about Emily after Battle of the bands. It was obvious he was still getting used to the idea that Kevin wouldn't have been able to hang whenever Hunter wanted.
That was okay for the most part, except for the fact that you are so fucking bored. You had come over to hang out maybe watch him play guitar for a little not to listen to him rant about Kevin for what felt like years. Years of your life wasting away. Didn't he know that you were here cause you were also his friend?
You roll back over on your right side watching him worry himself into a frenzy over his two friends. Because he did care about Emily, he was just always nervous opening up to new people. He just didn't want to lose them both now. You take pity on the boy.
Pulling yourself up you lean back on your hands and cross your legs infront of you. Hunter, still pacing around the room decided chewing on his nails was more productive than ranting.
The silence was worse you decided.
"You know.." You start, catching his attention he stopped moving glancing at you, "I could repaint your nails if you want?"
Hunter scoffs, brushing his hands down his jeans walking over to his snake. (Ozzy the ball python, he let you hold her a couple of times.) He started moving the papers that were next to her enclosure to the other side of the room while responding, "You? Paint my nails?"
Okay. Ouch.
"Yeah dickhead I paint nails," you responded rolling your eyes.
"I know you paint nails," he replies crossing his arms, raising an eyebrow he continues, "that's also how I know you're shit at it."
You laugh also crossing your arms, smiling up at him, you couldn't keep the amusement out of your voice when you said "I'm going to paint them hot pink," no room for argument.
"That's the least metal thing I've ever heard in my entire life!"
Maybe a little room for argument.
"Fine," you drawl standing up cracking your knuckles while walking over to your backpack, an idea hits you, he just watches as you pick out your black and white polish. Turning to him you smile holding out your hands to present the bottles. "How about skulls?"
He uncrosses his arms and just gestures to his desk, you pull up an extra chair and you both sit down next to each other.
Fuck yeah.
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15 minutes later and you were currently trying not to panic. Hunter was right, you had no idea what you were doing. One hand and a half later, minus the frantic YouTube tutorial video, you were done with the two fingers on his right hand and sweating. He wanted skulls on his middle finger an homage to his band's old name (SkullFucker, Skull on the Middle Finger.)
And now it was time for you to do the Skull. Yay. You looked at Hunter studying him, he was strangely quiet throughout the whole ordeal minus the snickering you received when you pulled out your phone. He was pointedly looking not at you, the tips of his ears pink. It was moments like these that made you think he might like you back. You put the brush back in the bottle clearing your throat.
Might as well right?
He startled looking at you, swallowing you notice how close you got had gotten, facing each other in the chairs the desk in front of you both, your guy's legs knocking into each other. Practically holding hands.
"What?" He almost whispers, a tad bit defensive, a small bit soft.
You shift your hold on his hands, lacing your fingers together, taking a moment you gather your confidence you start.
"Hunter?" You question, the flush on his ears darkening doesn't escape your notice. "I know this is out of nowhere but-" he tenses squeezing your hand. "I like you," you finish.
It's quiet for a moment, you started to sweat a little bit, watching Hunter you could see when he finally started to digest the information. He was nervous too, you rubbed you thumb back and forth over the back of his hand waiting for a response.
"I like you too," Looking up at him you smile, as he removes his left hand from yours he smiles back at you somewhat nervously and goes to tuck his hair behind his ear.
Before he can finish though suddenly you freeze.
"Oh my God!" Hunter busts out laughing. Your face starts to burn, groaning you rub at your eyes.
"It's not that bad!" You protest. He throws his finished left hand in your face, standing up.
"Not that bad?" He asks incredulous.
You see, after your first attempt at a Skull on his middle finger on his left hand, it went so badly you prayed a YouTube tutorial would fix it. Sadly the only thing it managed to do was-
"You painted a cock on my middle finger!" He shouts. Walking across the room gesturing. If only the ground would open up and swallow you whole. He was never going to let you live this down.
"Wait.." He starts again. You grimace rolling off the chair onto the floor staring at his ceiling begging for mercy as he starts back towards you. "Is this why you confessed?!"
"Well.." You replied, somewhat weakly squinting up at him while he stood over you.
"Dude!"