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I sat at my desk, hunched over a typewriter and trying to figure out why the buttons weren't working like the rest of the typewriters we had laying around. After a second, I heard a voice behind me, and turned around, smiling politely at Deacon. He looked at what I was doing and cleared his throat, "Can I... talk to you? Alone?"
"Oh... yeah, sure... Are you alright?"
He looked down, fidgeting with his fingers, "Yeah, it's just... personal."
I stood up, wiping the grease from my hands, "Yeah, yeah, that's fine. Just uhm... head over to the barracks and I'll clean my hands off and meet up with you." He muttered an 'okay' and turned to walk off. I studied him as he went, and noticed that he was wracked with tension. What was wrong with him? Maybe he got hurt in a recent recon mission of his or something. I rinsed and dried my hands before walking to the new barracks, deep within the Railroad's new headquarters.
Deacon was sitting on his bed, and I sat on mine, directly across from him, with my legs crossed. He rubbed his hands together anxiously, clasping and unclasping his fingers. I frowned a little, "Are you sure you're alright?"
"Yes... this is just hard to say..." He cleared his throat nervously, "I, uhm... This is gonna seem weird, but just hear me out before saying anything... A few nights ago, before I left for the week, I was tossing and turning all night. I couldn't sleep because something was happening and I knew it, but couldn't figure out what it was. I eventually lay on my side, facing you, realized what was wrong with me, then fell asleep. I woke up in the same position, and saw you..." He looked down, "That night... I realized that there's no one on earth I'd rather wake up next to, and that..." His eyes met mine, "I'm hopelessly in love with you."
I stood up quietly, sighing and making my way towards the door, keeping my eyes on the ground, smiling as best I could, "Good one, Deacon."
He stood up, bolting in front of me and blocking my path, "No! Please, just listen to me... I am absolutely head over heels for you, and that week that I was away, I was in complete agony because I was alone...! I understand if you don't feel the same, but you need to know that I'm telling the truth."
I studied his eyes behind his sunglasses and looked down, shrugging, "Deacon, it's likely that you're just having a little spur of the moment kind of thi-"
His eyes had darted to my lips, and before I knew it, he was kissing me, and our bodies were flush against each other. I melted into it with no hope of separating from him, and actually found myself leaning towards him when he pulled away. He looked at me, "Look, I understand why you wouldn't like me the same way, but please, please just let me take you on one date."
I frowned, "No."
His heart shattered, and I could see it in his eyes, "What...?"
I panicked, "No, I mean yes! But no to the date. I don't like going out, so maybe we can just do something here... I don't know what, but we can figure it out."
He released a small sigh and smiled broadly, "I have some coloring books and crayons in the back."
"Go get 'em knucklehead."
He raised his brows, "Now?"
I chuckled, "Yeah, now." He let out a childish giggle before pushing his lips to mine and pulling me into a hug before skipping off to set up our first date.
