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Lark snapped his head towards the window, raising an eyebrow before looking back towards his game-
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“Oh what the fuck…” He grumbled out, standing up to look out the window, only to see.. Was that Brooks? oh FUCK no. He could NOT do this right now. He WOULDN’T do this right now!
“HEY!” Lark heard Brooks' voice, muffled slightly by the window, glancing out the window, Lark watched as they turned on their speaker, music playing through it. ’Hey, hey, hey, Lover’ Sighing, Lark opened the window slightly, just enough to hear them better. “Lark, I’m sorry.”
Rolling his eyes, he looked out the window, Brooks now stood there holding a sign that read “I’M A FUCKING IDIOT”. As Lark finished reading it, Brooks threw that one behind them, the next one reading “I KNOW THIS DOESN'T FIX MUCH, BUT I AM SORRY”. Pursing his lips, Lark sat down on the windowsill, opening it more to hear everything. 'I love you just the way you are. For love is just the same, without fortune or fame..’
“Okay, I know you can hear me now so I’m just gonna talk instead of using these stupid fucking signs.” Brooks called up, throwing the cardstock behind them absentmindedly and turning down the volume of the music. “Lark, I’m really fucking sorry. I’m an idiot, really, I am.” Brooks frowned, wiping at their face. tears, probably. Lark scoffed silently, like that would change how he felt. “I’m sorry for everything I said and everything I didn’t. I’m sorry for never directly saying ‘I love you’, because I do. I really, really do love you.”
“Go away.” Lark shouted down, fighting back tears of his own. Brooks visibly flinched, grimacing before pulling off the sweater they wore, trying to show it to Lark.
“Do you know what this is?”
“No. I don’t care either.” Lark barked back, face softening slightly as Brooks continued,
“It’s the sweater I bought you after our first concert. You left it at my house the night we fought, and it’s been sitting in my closet, untouched. Everything that reminded me of you, I hid away because I was so.. So upset! And I don't even know WHY anymore!” Brooks laughed half-heartedly, tugging it back around their shoulders. “I’m so fucking sorry. I wish I could undo whatever the fuck happened and-” Brooks covered their mouth to stifle a sob, taking a shaky breath, “And go back to the nights where we slow danced under the stars in the summer rain. And... And I wish I could go back and not be so caught up in what those girls thought of me, because it doesn’t matter! It never mattered, Lark!” Brooks bit their lip as they looked up at him, “You mattered.” They sniffled, looking down at the ground. “And I get it, if you’re still mad and you have EVERY right to be.”
Sighing softly, Lark climbed out the window, hopping into the nearby tree and climbing down its branches with skill that took years of practice. “Can I stay the night?” He asked quietly, looking over at Brooks. Laughing through tears, Brooks wiped at their face again. “Yeah, dude. Whenever you want. God that was lame. You wanna play Mario Kart or something when we get home?” Laughing, Lark nodded, grabbing Brooks pinkie with his own.
“It really was lame. But yeah, I’ll beat your ass in Mario Kart.”