Everything I Never Told You ( Conan Gray )

LXXIII. I Hope He Changes

"What did you tell your grams?" Heath asked, not looking up from his sketch book. He was making a comic, Micah assumed since he was drawing boxes all over the page and speech bubbles. She had read some of them on his ipad. The drawings were cute but the story was lousy. 

"I told her I would be with a friend," she shrugged, not caring whether it was convincing or not. "She was cool with it. She thinks I won't talk to you again."

"She is delusional," Heath said, erasing something on the sheet. 

"She is a bitch," Micah said without hesitation and Heath looked up as if he agreed but he couldn't believe she had just said that to her own grandma. "Men can't fuck men, women can't fuck women. Like, yes they can grams. Would you like me to show you?"

Heath laughed, his eyes glimmering with carefreeness. 

"So, did you show her?" he asked, grinning. Lim realized that what she had said could go two ways.  

"Shut up," she said, grabbing a pillow and brandishing it like a weapon. "Ugh, I wish she would stop her bullshit. She asked if I was supporting you because I am gay."

"Are you gay?" 

"Not really," she said, placing the pillow on her lap. "Are you gay?"

"Very much," he said smugly. "Does this look nice?" 

He showed Micah the drawing. It wasn't a comic but small drawings of him in boxes. It was caricatures of Conan playing a guitar, Conan holding a cute puppy, Conan smiling, Conan wearing a skirt and Conan dressed in a tree costume. In the last one, Conan was giving some boy dark-haired boy a cheek kiss who was melting because of it. It was so cute that she almost cried because her heart hurt. 

"How come you never make these things for me?" she choked out. The detailing clearly wasn't done but those rough strokes made it look cuter. 

"Do you want me to?" he asked, putting his sketch book and other stationery on the side table but she grabbed the book.

"Yes, these things are adorable," she said, holding the sketchbook for herself. "I am gonna die!"

Heath smiled, probably happy that it was validated by his friend. Micah stroked the pages once with her feather light touch. They were everything she wanted in life. Yet, she couldn't have it.  

"Which one do you think I should redraw?" he asked. "I was thinking I could get it printed on some shirt or pillow cover or something."

"I really like the one with the puppy and the one with you," Micah said, unable to decide which she liked best. "Redraw both and then send me."

"Sure," he said and she handed him the sketch book. 

"Is this gonna be your one month anniversary gift?" She wondered out loud and calculated. It would be six days after Conan came back. "Because if you get Conan this, he should marry you because this so thoughtful."

Heath turned crimson at the last sentence and gave her a bright look. "Yeah, I think I should propose."

"Wait-really?" Micah said, giving him a baffling look. 

"No," he shook his head lightly, "Of course not." 

"Because at that rate you two will adopt by the end of the year," Micah reflected. Heath guffawed at the remark. "You two are so adorable to look at that my heart hurts."

"We are?"

"Yes," she said firmly, feeling a rush of affection for them, "Conan is so in love with you that it makes me want to puke. He looks at you like you are the sun and all he had ever known was dark."