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- Coinys Pov(shh its all in his POV)-
My week could be going better.
Much MUCH better, infact its going awful. Why? Because I am starting to *enjoy* Firey's company a lot more than usual. And the usual is zero. I hate his company. Everytime I'm in his vicinity, things go horribly wrong.
For example, I was at a party,(when I really should've just stayed home) and I was standing in the corner like anyone else who has no one to talk to does. Sure, I could've talked to Pin, but she was doing karaoke.(yes, the entire time.) Anyway, I was standing in the corner doing absolutely nothing, and Firey decided to be annoying, like always. I set my drink down for TWO seconds. I went to go pick it back up, and it was gone.
Of course, I immediately knew who the culprit was. I waltzed over to him, and like always— it turned into arguing, which turned into fighting via slapping each other. I wish I could say that was the end of it. He continued to do that the entire party—so we fought the entire party. By the time the party was over, I couldn't enjoy myself at all because of his stupid antics.
I left the party, completely upset and wishing I had gotten to enjoy myself, and it was **very** visible on my face. And after that incident, he's been trying to apologize.
Which would be okay in anyone elses case, but Firey is Firey.(Stubborn, and prolongs actual apologies as long as possible)
He's not muttered a single actual 'Sorry,' just left gifts at my door. I don't understand why he's apologizing now of all times either, considering things like this happen with him all the time. I would accept his multiple and continuous apologies, but I feel like I can't.
Deep down, I wish he'd apologize more often, but what's the point if I won't accept them?
Not to mention, I'd start expecting the gifts. Smiling whenever I picked one up, even if I didn't care for it. It had become a prominent part of my day, and maybe even one of my favorite parts.
But sometimes I wondered if it wasn't the gifts I liked but him–
*Ding!*
And that was my doorbell. If this was anything like the previous times, Firey dropped something at my doorstep and dashed away.
As I opened my door, I realized it wasn't. Instead, he was standing at my doorstep, gift in hand.
He said something along the lines of 'Sorry' with the most pathetic look in his eyes. I stood there speechless as he placed the gift down and ran away.
This gift, unlike the others, was wrapped almost perfectly. A red gift with a pink bow. I slowly unraveled the gift, and inside was a box of chocolates. Not only a box of chocolates, a heart shaped box of chocolates.
A note sat beside the box.
It read the lines of,
"Sorry. This is probably the worst way to confess, but I like you. A ton. I've liked you for a good while. I'm sorry if this just adds fuel to the fire(get it?) and makes everything worse, but I mean what I say.
-Firey, cooler than you"
. . .
I liked him, and not the gifts. Firey was my favorite part of my day. Not the gifts. Him.
I contemplated running after Firey, but he had long fled.
So, I made him a gift instead. I sat in my living room grabbing a box, wrapping paper and tape, a coin, and a small sheet of paper.
On it I wrote,
"I accept your apology.
(P.S. I like you too.
-Coiny, no you're not"
After I finished writing,I left the coin in the gift.
I wrapped the gift and went to his doorstep.
I knocked and rung the bell, and he opened it.
His eyes widened when he saw me, but rested when he smiled. Unlike him, I stayed. I watched as he opened it, and smiled even wider when he read the note.
He gave me a hug, and I gave him a peck on the cheek.
I don't know what we are, but I have an inkling its a good thing.