(ErrorFresh)

Requested by: @ParanoidAnchors


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Error sighed, watching Fresh, a nerd at their school, talk on and on and on with Ink, another jock like himself. He growled lowly, rolling his eyes and slamming his locker shut. He stormed off, mumbling a string of curses under his breath. He'd always liked Fresh- they were really good friends -but Ink did, too. And Error hated Ink. He hated a lot of things, but the burning passion he had for Ink was the icing on the cake, plus the decorations.


He walked straight to the gym, getting ready for practice. Scratch what he said earlier- he hated the fact that him and Ink the teammates the most. Just as he exited the changing room, he caught a glimpse of Ink and Fresh talking up towards the entrance. He sighed. What chance did he have with Fresh anyway? Fresh obviously had a some sort of feelings for Ink, or he wouldn't ignore Error's calls and texts. When Error confronted him, he said he'd been chatting with Ink. Error didn't even know when Fresh got Ink's phone number. Whatever. Error thought, stretching out his arms. It's just some high school crush.


"Yo, Error!" Ink called. Error almost groaned as his naturally cocky voice. He wanted nothing more than to punch his face into the ground.


"What?" He asked, not looking up as he ties his shoe. Ink frowned. He never really got why Error was so cold, did he have some problem with people?


"Well, Fresh said he wanted to see you." Ink explained. Error didn't move. There was an awkward silence for a moment.


"Tell him it can wait. I've got practice." Error said finally, standing up. Ink fumed, snatching his wrist before he walked away.


"But, he sounded urgent." Ink tried again. Error peeled his fingers off his wrist.


"If it was urgent, would he have sent a message boy?" Error shot back, dropping his hand. Ink stared at him, bewildered.


"Seriously? Aren't you two friends?" Ink asked incredously.


"Friends don't ignore other friend's messages." Error snapped back. Ink rolled his eyes and grabbed Error by the arm and began dragging him away." Hey! What the fuck?!"


Ink ignored his foul language, something he wasn't a big fan of. Error contributed to protest, eventually smacking the back of Ink's skull. Finally the arrived at where Fresh was, who looked confused at the scene in front of him. Ink shoved Error forward and dashed as quickly as he could. 


"FUCK OFF, BRUSH FUCKER!" Error screamed down the hallway. He turned back to Fresh with an annoyed look." Well, you wanted me, you got me."


"Uh, right. . ." He stuttered, playing with his fingers behind his back: a nervous habit. Error rose an eye brow, crossing his arms across his chest. Fresh let out a breath, his face covered in a heavy blush." Well, you see. . . I kind of. .  ."


"If your not going to tell me, I can leave." Error said. Although, he was blushing slightly at how cute Fresh looked.


"No!" Fresh said quickly, grabbing his hand. Error flushed bright yellow, feeling Fresh's warm hand holding his own. Shit, shit, shit, shit. Fresh repeated in his head, staring at the floor. Tears formed at the edges of his eyes." Error, I. . ."


"Yes?" Error questioned, gulping loudly. Fresh's grip on his hand tightened. Fresh let out a shakey breath, looking up at him.


"Error, I. . ." Fresh shook his head. " Error, I love you!"


Silence. Very, very unhappy silence. Crushing silence. An uneasy silence. Fresh hated it. Error didn't know what to say.


"What . . .?" Error asked, his voice choked, shocked, surprised, etc. Fresh's heart throbbed. He tugged Error down to his level, crashing his lips onto his.


The kiss wasn't heated, but it was definitely passionate. Error's hands rested at his waist while Fresh's cupped his face lovingly. Error deepened the kiss, leaning in slightly more. They ignored Ink's loud cheering down the hall. When the separated, Fresh buried his face in Error's chest.


"I said, 'Error, I love you'." Fresh said, breathing in his scent. Minty. Sweet. Fresh thought.


"I-I love you, too..." Error stuttered. Fresh smiled warmly, backing away.


"You probably need to get to practice." Fresh said. Error kissed his cheek softly.


"Yeah. Can. . . Can I take you out on Saturday?" He asked. Fresh's face exploded.


"Y-yeah, s-s-s-sure. . ." Fresh responded.


The End 

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