Everything I Never Told You ( Conan Gray )

LXVI. Distracting

"Hi," Conan said, wrapping his arms around Heath's waist. He felt him flinch and then relax in his touch which was oddly satisfying. Noah Brad passed next to them, frowning at Heath and throwing Conan a dirty look. Usually, he wasn't the one to do be physically affectionate publicly but he did it just to piss off Noah. 

"Hi," Heath said as he covered his hands over his. "What have you been doing here?"

"I came to see you," Conan said, his head tucked between the other's shoulder and face. 

"Okay," Heath said taking his hand in his and sliding away from his grasp. "I need to take back a few things from my locker and then we can...do whatever we want to."

Heath's college was way different from his old one but radiated the same vibe. Professors rushing through halls, papers in hand and yelling at some students. A bunch of them walking around for no reason whatsoever. The janitor emptying a few lockers for the next session. 

Heath opened his locker and Conan saw the contents of it. A few textbooks, some scraps of cloth, a nice red mirror that Heath said he used for surveying who walked behind him, a picture of him and Julian taken just outside college. Heath's eyes softened at that. Conan expected to be jealous or at least feel hurt but he didn't. Julian was dead. It would be disrespecting him, talking about it like that. 

Heath took back almost everything except for the scraps which he said he would throw and the picture. 

"I would like it if you kept the picture," Conan said quietly, feeling a little out of place. 

"But-"

"Just keep it," Conan said, taking it off from the soft board in the locker and shoving it in his hands. "Don't throw it away."

"I-Okay?" he said, putting it inside some textbook. "I talked to Lim."

"What did she say?" he asked curiously. 

"She said we can't hang around her place and her grandma really fucking hates us," he said, slinging a bag along his shoulders. "She sent over my clothes which the old woman did not burn, thankfully."

"I hate people like her," Conan said, shaking his head in disgust. 

"I almost laughed when she walked in on us," the other said. 

"She should have told us to leave a few minutes ago," Conan complained. "But you know what she was very lucky."

"She didn't know they were coming so early," he said. "Why lucky?"

"You know how few people have ever had the privilege of seeing you half naked," Conan laughed and Heath looked at him, unnerved. "I am one of the few lucky people and now that grandma is too."

"I will smack that smirk off your face, if you keep up sweet talk," he said, cough-laughing. They were outside now and Conan saw that they had both driven there. 

"You don't like sweet talk? Or flirting?" Conan grinned.

"No," he began, "I like it when you flirt. It's amusing to watch your reactions when I don't give it much attention."

"I think we both know that you always give attention to my flirting, unknowingly. You turn red and your eyes get a little darker and it's like you want to laugh and cry at the same time."

"Very observant, Cone," Heath smiled and his small dimple was visible again. 

"Have you always had that dimple?" Conan asked, touching it gently. 

"Ah, I forgot to conceal it," Heath said, touching his own cheek as they stopped in their tracks. 

"Why would you conceal it?" Conan asked, finding it very eccentric. 

"I don't like it or something, I guess," Heath shrugged. "And it distracts pretty boys from my eyes."

"Everything about you is distracting," Conan said as he brushed a thumb across his cheeks that had now heated up under his touch. Heath was way more beautiful then he realized himself to be. Okay, he wasn't traditionally pretty or anything but the softness of his features, his dorky smile was not something every person on the street had. 

"I will take that as a compliment," he said, getting hold of his wrist that tickled when he touched. He slipped his hand into Conan's and spoke again, "You can leave your car here, if you want to."

He nodded and spoke, "It's about time we made lunch. Or would like to eat somewhere else?"

"I am not hungry," Heath said, his fingers trailing behind Conan's hand. It took him a lot of time to find words again. 

"But you didn't even have breakfast?" he said and Heath blinked. 

"I had dinner," he pointed out. He shut the door to Conan's side gently and walked towards his own side tensely. 

"It was half a burger," Conan said as he climbed into the driver's seat. 

"Okay, I will eat."

"Where the fuck is the butter?" Conan moved everything away in the inside of the fridge and finally found it. 

"Ten minutes just to get the butter, master chef," Heath said, reading the recipe on his phone. "I- Do you have cabbage? And Tomatoes?"

"Here," Conan tossed a bag of bread at him. He caught but not without hesitation. "And we need sauce. Chicken or pork? Do you eat pork?"

Conan remembered in the last second that he may not eat pork, being Jewish. 

"Chicken," he said, looking from his phone. "I eat pork but I like chicken better."

Conan's phone buzzed softly in his pocket and he took it out, placing the meat on the counter. It was twitter. He guessed it were either replies to his previous tweets or something he had been tagged in. 

He opened it, to find that someone had tagged him in a photo. It was him and Heath. He was touching his cheek and Heath was holding the wrist. It did look a little romantic. Well, the whole point of him touching his cheek was romantic. It looked like they would lean in to kiss any second which Conan found a little dumb. He would never kiss in a parking lot filled with random strangers. 

His eyes fell on the caption: Conan Gray with secret boyfriend. I so ship them! 

Well, it's kinda cute.