---Earth-42 Rooftop 7:46p.m.---
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ROLLING STONE
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It's a rainy fallen night and the street lights are glistening onto puddles on sidewalks, the sky reflecting and shining corners of alleyways a bright sunny orange. The rain trickled down your hair as Morales sat next to you, drenched in water and maybe even sweat. His face was illuminated by all the colors in empyrean, the small bursts of color popping on his lips and hair. He accompanied you out on this little sit-out on the roof top even though you insisted minutes prior you wanted to be alone. Funny thing about Morales though is that he doesn't care what you want him to do. He's going to do the opposite if he doesn't like the idea of it.
Maybe it was just the bitch in him. He doesn't really like to respect people and he wasn't necessarily friendly. It's a miracle he doesn't act like a fuck-up near you or you would be smacking the shit out of him, respectfully, and even if you did you don't think he would have the audacity to act like that near you. Especially with all the new shit coming out of his mouth recently.
That was the point of this. This playdate. That he would tell you everything, no bullshit.
It's hard to believe a promise like that from Morales, even with the consideration or availability he gave you while providing the information, however, you didn't feel this interaction to be any different. Your brain couldn't process or fathom it would be. The mind could only compute this loco acting like a depressed meth-head for the fourth time in the week.
You felt the winds breeze pass by your hair, the pouring rain dropping against your thighs that were on the edge of the roof top, your feet dangling down into the air where you could potentially be dropping twenty feet down. Although you always remained safe regardless, the thought of dropping down that far was stress inducing as it hit you every few seconds. You wish you could say the same for Morales, that he was safe. That's why you call him that. Loco. That's just who he is, crazy.
His face remained motionless, however, he twitched a little bit closer to you, his elbow pressing into you for a little nudge. You scowled, muttering incoherent Spanish as you punched him lightly in the shoulder. He loved to play-fight with you, whether it'd be a small brawl or a full-on wrestle. He lived for those moments with you.
"{ first name }." He blurted, his voice cold and eery.
"What is it loco?" You teased, your eyes remaining fixated on your dangling Jordans.
"You know why we're here?" This is when he changed. His demeanor mostly. Not only did the mood get lighter but there was no more tension or stress in the air. This felt tranquil, soothing. Almost like a state of peace. All while his orbs darted onto you, yours following him.
"Enlighten me Morales." You joked, refining your posture so that you would have a better look at him. His eyes penetrated into yours like hole-punchers.
. . .
"Listen. I..I need to prove it." He stuttered, his confidence and harmonious aura quickly dying down because of the apprehension. You could see the everyday Morales fighting this new but somehow comforting side of his. This is something you had never seen before.
"Need to prove what? Don't start bullshitting." You warned, your finger raising to his face as your expression gave off slight annoyance, the pointer finger now dying back into your lap.
"Agh. It's hard to explain-"
"Then get to it." You demanded impatiently, your eyes narrowing right into his soul, his eyes orbiting into something that seemed like fear and a mix of panic.
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"Can I prove it to you?"
"...Prove it to me?" Your eyebrows raised, a firecracker boiling inside of your heart.
"Yeah." His hands fidgeted around like earth worms.
"Prove what?"
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"I love you." He declared, his face sprouting into a ripe tomato. You bit your lip, preventing the laughter to escape from your perfectly poised lips, your orbs remaining locked into his. It looked like his eyes were going to fall out of his sockets at the site of his confession.
. . .
"Come on loco. You really waited that much to tell me?" You scooted closer, your face beaming. He was so nervous he couldn't even keep his eyes on you,
".. Well if you want me to answer.. yes."
You peered as his insides took a spacious breath of relief, his eyelids now drooping down to his regular state, every inch of your body being marked out by the boy.
"Oh really?" He leaned into you, his breath brushing the top of your ear, shivers spreading like bugs down your skin.
"As long as you don't bite."
Whispering, you focused in on his lips, his hands meeting your sides politely. You felt a smile crack stones on your lips, your face inching closer to tease him. It seemed as if something was holding him back, something you needed to say. But you were so wrong.
"I'll be gentle." You cupped his cheek as he took no longer to embrace you into a kiss. You felt all your insides melt into a perfect balance as you pecked him simultaneously, inching closer to the boy where your hand traced his bicep. You could feel his heartbeat racing as you pulled out, trying your hardest not to chuckle.
"That's all you get for now." You cooed, your body jumping down to the rooftops center, reaching the stair-case and feeling his eyes all over. You stopped just for a second to turn and glimpse, his mouth shaped into a small 'o', his eyes very slightly widened.
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"Bye Miles."