Tragic Kingdom (80s/90s imagines)

51. Alan Frog (The Lost Boys)

For @-laurbearr (Idk why I can't tag you)

Breath in. Breath out. Breath in. Breath- "Alan, I have feelings for you."

Alan's head snapped up from the display he was organizing. He was caught offguard, that much you could tell.

You expected him to say something. With every silent second passing, you wished more and more for him to say something. Finally you swallowed the lump in your throat and turned before he could see the tears welling in your eyes.

The stream of tears continued the whole way to your house. You couldn't believe you had done that to yourself. You couldn't believe he had let you just stand there, saying nothing to alleviate the terror of telling him your deepest feelings.

Alan wanted to run after her, but he didn't. He was never good with words or affection. Basically, anything that would help the situation was something he wasn't good at.

The words he needed only came to him two days later, after more tears had been shed, surprisingly by both parties. Alan had felt the sting of the salty tears in his eyes before the first one fell, and he knew he needed to do something.

You were curled up on your bed, as you had spent most of the past couple days. You had your favorite tape playing, hoping to improve your mood.

Then came a tap at the window, which was unusual because your room was on the 2nd floor of the house. Figuring it was a bird, you ignored it, but the tapping happened again, louder. Then it was a smack.

You got up and pulled away the curtain to see Alan holding himself up on the ledge of the window. Throwing open the window, you gasped. "What the hell, Alan! Get in before you fall and break something."

Alan pulled himself into your room. "V, I had to talk to you."

"Okay, but first, you need to tell me how you got up to my window," you demanded. Your curiosity took over your interest.

Alan smirked. "A magician never reveals his secrets." He let out a deep breath, becoming serious again. "But really, I need to talk to you."

"If it's about some supernatural case, count me out. I'm taking a few personal days," you informed him, the weight from the other day still heavy on your mind.

He sighed again, pinching the bridge of his nose. "Veera, I have to tell you why I didn't say anything. I don't know if you noticed, but I'm not great with words. I can't... express myself as well as some people." At this point, he had come closer to you and wanted so badly to hold you. "I have feelings for you too, but in the moment, I- I couldn't say that. I knew that I would find a way to mess it up."

You resisted the urge to reach for him. You had never seen him look nervous like this before. "Alan..."

He stepped closer still and reached for your hand. "I'm sorry for making you feel like crap."

You accepted the contact with tears threatening to spill once again.

"I never want to make you feel that way again," he whispered, slowly closing the space between you. His lips touched yours before you could even process the moment, but you quickly kissed back.

Even after he had pulled away, your eyes were closed, a few stray tears still rolling down. When you finally opened your eyes, Alan was gone.

I hope you liked it! Thank you for the request and sorry for the long wait! M'kay.

~Mariah