#You guys are oddly fascinated by my relationship 😂

[amethystpath-writes]

A Phone Call and Music

Protagonist sat on her bed, legs crossed as she leaned over what she called her ‘dinotop.’ It was a laptop that her mom gave to her after many years of little use. She wrote books. Usually, she did so in journals, but having the desire to publish, she needed her books digitalized. So, she sat now, on her bed, dinotop in front of her.

It was hard telling how long she sat there or what time of day it was. All she knew was that her phone started ringing. A part of her expected it to be her grandfather, who often called at random to check in on her. Who called her instead surprised her. Hero.

The last Hero had called her, it’d been in hopes of assistance. He’d been buying pants for his girlfriend and couldn’t figure out what the sizes meant. It was a short conversation, but no less one Protagonist remembered.

Did she say hello first or did Hero? Oh, she didn’t know anymore. It’d been too long. What Protagonist did remember, though, was that Hero needed to talk. He told her that he considered her a close friend and that he needed a distraction. A distraction because he’d just broken up with his girlfriend.

The two were always friends, and there was always a closeness that neither expanded on while in school, especially seeing as they were both in...occupying relationships. There was hardly time for a deeper friendship- not one that was scandalous, but a simple friendship, a platonic one. Either way, they were close and it became even more evident when Hero called.

Chance must have laughed at the both of them, for Hero didn’t know Protagonist had broken up with her boyfriend not too long before Hero had with his own partner. Of course, this meant nothing once the two established the fact. It only meant they had better opportunity to be friends, to hang out and be the friends they didn’t get to be before while in relationships. Neither had any great expectation beyond being friends.

Hero visited Protagonist’s house. They went to her backyard and she brought her guitar out so he could teach her to play it- she didn’t have time to teach herself. He attempted to show her how to play Rivers and Roads by The Head and the Heart. Her fingers were too soft for the thin strings; she didn’t do well, but she reminded him that she could play piano. They should play together sometime.

He came to her house a few more times, when the temperature was below freezing and both were shivering or curling into themselves on separate seats outside. The two wore masks, stayed distanced from one other. They used hand warmers to rid the chills. It was still freezing, but it was worth it to spend time together, laughing at jokes, and talking about, well, just about anything.

Maybe they should have known, then- while they were willingly freezing with chittering teeth and pink hands and cheeks- that they were falling for each other. For crying out loud, the two began making a movie list as if they would never end up on the same couch cushion sharing snacks.

They went for a hike, when the season was dying and warmth was returning to their region once again. It was still chilly, still icy, and Protagonist even berated Hero for not dressing warm enough. She kidded that he could wear her hoodie- she was significantly smaller than him. (If she didn’t think he’d get stuck now, she’d still like to have him try one of her shirts.)

After a beautiful hike- one with hundreds of fossils, wet shoes, moments of silent awe, and marbles of ice- the two went out to eat. (To this day they still joke about a pocket dimension- where a truck stop was in the middle of the road and they went to the strangest Wendy’s they’d ever seen.) They debated on the proper pronunciation of the show ‘Naruto’- Protagonist was proven correctly, although Hero still won’t admit it.

On the way home, they talked about their feelings, and you know what they did? They agreed not to date. Can you believe it? They agreed that, since they were going into such different occupations, ones in different parts of the country- and world- that they should save themselves the heartbreak. They should remain friends as to not fall too deeply for one another and have their feelings broken when life forced them to split.

But what changed that?

Well, they continued on as friends. Hero continued to come over. They texted nearly nonstop. He even dated another girl, trying to move on.

“There’s no music when I’m around her,” he told Protagonist about the girl. “With you, I can hear music.”

Some time after this, Protagonist went to play tennis with a friend she hadn’t seen a little while. Friend asked about Hero, since they’d spoken about him before. “So, are you two dating?” Friend had asked.

“Um. I- I don’t know actually.”

“What do you mean ‘you don’t know’?!”

Well, it was a legitimate answer in Protagonist’s book. She truly didn’t know- because she and Hero had spoken before and they’d agreed they shouldn’t date. And yet...and yet they still hung out every chance they got. They texted nonstop. Mighties, they had admitted to liking each other- whether they agreed to date or not, they had feelings for one another. So were they dating? They might as well have been, right?

So, she brought it to Hero days later. There were many uh’s and um’s, an obvious sign of nervousness, even through text. Could she have erased the uh’s and um’s to prevent sounding nervous over text? Of course. But was that an authentic representation of her feelings as she was texting him? No. So, she left the uh’s and um’s.

Truthfully, Hero hadn’t known whether they were dating or not either. Laughing emojis were exchanged.

By some miracle, the two agreed that all the memories they could make would be worth the heartbreak, and now they could hardly see a reason they couldn’t be together for a very long time.

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#Hello nonny and fellow followers. This is the story of how my boyfriend and I became an item. #um i'm not going to label this as a prompt because it's not really a prompt but i'm also not going to call it a drabble #basically an autobiography without names attached #You guys are oddly fascinated by my relationship 😂 #about the author #about my boyfriend #but written in story form? #request fill #this felt so odd to write okay #and like? #do I make Tye the hero or villain? #because I'd say he's the hero but he'd probably argue otherwise #so then there's hero and superhero #but who do you give the super to #i stumble into the same problem #ayo #i figured out the title names #protagonist x hero #because i'm the protagonist in my story and the hero :) #yes i just went to that level of cheesiness #to the anon who requested this- as you have read the way we started dating was...a bit more complicated than #'Oh. We had a class together.' #because although that did happen that was way before we actually started dating #Fun fact:He was flirting with me without even realizing it- though he had to teach me what his flirting with me would even look like... #...since I told him I was oblivious to guys flirting. #It's how we realized he actually liked me- he was flirting without knowing it until I pointed it out and he had a #'Wait. Do I like her??' #and the answer was ultimately yes- yes he did