Wounded Confession - Christophe X Oliver - SP

He loves her. He loves the way her blue eyes sparkled when she was given something or when she was outside and getting dirty. He loves the way that when they went out to get soda, she would insist that she payed, then pulled out only fifty cents, and changed her mind.  He loves the way her short orange hair would bounce when she ran. He loves everything about her. They went back. They went back a long way. She had known him since they were little. Today. Today was the day he would tell her, tell her how he felt.

 The way to her house was a long walk, though he was used to it. Normally walking everywhere he went. His feet miraculously never hurt, although blisters and cuts were found all across his feet, no treatment ever put into them. The way to her house was a carefree road, normal kids playing soccer with one another, yelling at the other children. He found this quite funny actually. 'Why fight with one another?' He would think between laughs. 'They're companions, treat them well for the future.'.

 Finally, his feet trailed down the brick pathway in front of her house, every little thing seeming as if it were teasing him about himself. He stepped up to her doorstep and knocked twice.

"Oh Shit!"

 She yelled from behind the door, clashes, bangs, and thumps emoting from behind the door, getting closer by the second. Then, the door opened.

"Oh, hey Frenchie!"

   Oliver exclaimed, dropping the hair brush she was holding as if it were a dirty napkin. "For ze lazt time, eetz Christophe." He insisted. "Yeah yeah, whatever." She said, putting on her shoes and walking out the door. "So Whaddaya want?" Oliver said, bouncing with each step. "I... Actually wanted to tell jou somezing really important, so-" "Ah Shit!" Oliver cut him off, falling face first into one of the holes he had dug in her front yard. "Ah Sheet! Are jou alright?" He exclaimed, quickly kneeling beside her, worry quickly taking place on his face. "Y-Yeah I'm f-fine- OKAY NO IM NOT!" She yelled, trying to get up, but cringing from pain and falling to her knees. Looking at her feet, her foot was twisted fully backward, making her grimace in pain, and him cringe. "D-Do jou want me t-t-to ca-carry jou b-back?" He stuttered, a blush creeping upon his face. "Sure!" She said, as if they were just gonna walk back together.

 "Uhm... O-okay, Uhm.. Leeft (lift) up jour arms..." He said as she lifted her arms up towards the sky. He hooked his arms under hers and picked her up, carrying her bridal style back to her front door. Kicking open the door with his foot, he set her on the couch. "Do jou 'ave a medical kit of some sort?" He asked. "Yeah, in the bathroom." She replied.

 He soon returned with a medical kit in hand, his fingers clicking the box open, it's contents popping up. "I'm going to 'ave to set eet back. Zis eez 'oing too 'urt... A-a lot..."

 After repeating I'm sorry a million times, he slowly began to turn her foot, making her yell in agony, gripping the couch cushions and butting into them, hard. Finally he had finished, after only a few seconds, although it felt like a million years to her. He whispered another i'm sorry and began to wrap her foot in bandages. "Th-ank you... C-Christophe..." She quietly stuttered, burying her face in the pillow she was gripping. He smiled on the outside, but he mentally flipped his shit. She called him by his name, it was a miracle. "Now, about what I wanted to tell jou..."

 Her eyes widened and she cocked her head slightly to the side in confusion. "Yeah, what is it?" She questioned, sitting up and getting closer to him. "Now, jou know we 'ave known each other for quite zome time now..." "Yeeeeeaaaahhh.... Where are you going with this?" "J-Just wait... And I was wondering if jou... Wanted to... être ma petite amie?"

 "English, please?" She said, crossing her arms and frowning at him. "I wanted to know if jou wanted to be my..... G-g-....girlfriend?" He questioned as if he didn't know what he was talking about. Oliver froze, looking down at the floor. Christophe sighed, and rose to go to the door. Before he could get too far, she grabbed him and pulled him back down to the floor, putting her lips over his. He froze for a moment, before accepting to kiss, deepening it. After about 15 seconds, which felt like years to them, they broke apart, Oliver simply stating

"Oui."