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"Just spit it the fuck out already, Gyro. What are you trying to say?"
"I'm trying to say that I love you okay?" Johnny's eyes widened. "I'm trying to say that I return your feelings, and I'm trying to say that I'm sorry I made you think that I was turning you down. I should've been more clear and talked it out or something, I don't know!"
"Damn right you should've," Johnny interrupted.
"Just shut up and listen Johnny, I hate doin' this shit, so I'm not gonna say any of this twice, got it?" Johnny nodded. "Good. Now I'm not making excuses or anything but you see, I've never even thought of dating another guy before. Y'know, because of the whole 'I like women' thing? So at first when you said you saw me like... that, I was... well I was freaked out because I hadn't even considered that my best friend could be ga-"
"I'm bi actually," Johnny interrupted again.
"Really? Really, Johnny?" Gyro sighed exasperatedly.
"Sorry, I'm done now."
"Alright then, so basically the longer I spent away from you the more I missed you. And then I eventually realized that woah, my best friend is actually a super hot paraplegic asshole who I don't think I could live without at this point. And then it really sunk in that wow, we could be together, and I mean we're great together already, but thinking about it, I think we could be even better together if we were constantly making out in the hallways and making everyone else uncomfortable." Johnny smiled at that, Gyro still looking everywhere except at him, attempting (and failing) to seem noncommittal with the whole ordeal.
"And at this point I don't really know what that makes me, y'know? Am I straight? Am I bi? Am I Johnny-sexual? I mean I don't really get it myself," Johnny stared pointedly down at his lap, trying his absolute best not to snidely inform him that Johnny-sexual isn't a thing. Gyro continued to ramble. "But honestly the time I've spent with you is the happiest I think I've ever been..."
Gyro took a deep breath, "There, I'm done being stupid and cheesy for the rest of my life. Satisfied?"
Johnny mumbled something under his breath, still refusing to look up. Gyro cocked a brow, finally looking at him, "What?"
Johnny didn't look up.
"Hey, Johnny, say it again, I didn't catch that."
Johnny repeated: same tone, same volume level.
"Johnny speak up, I can't hear a word you're saying." But the moment Gyro leaned down to try and hear the boy better, Johnny's hands shot up, fisting in Gyro's hair. Gyro jumped and tried to pull back, assuming he was going to get his skull cracked, but Johnny persisted.
Pulling the taller boy towards him with all the strength in his upper torso, Johnny smashed their mouths together. Gyro's eyes widened, trying, to no avail, to find an explanation in Johnny's squeezed-shut eyes, his heart pounding. After a moment of trying to make sense of the situation, Gyro gave in to Johnny's persistant mouth pressing against his, pulling the boy closer.
Gyro let out a slight chuckle against the boy's lips at the realization that Johnny, in his desperation to bash his face into Gyro's, had pulled himself up out of his wheelchair and had been holding himself up by his arms in order to kiss that sickeningly infuriating Italian exchange student whom he now called his best friend. Johnny tugged his hair roughly for laughing at him, but Gyro could feel that tell-tale lip-twitch that meant he was trying to hide a smile. Gyro hefted him the rest of the way up, making sure Johnny was comfortable, securing the boy against himself to make sure he didn't fall.
The two pulled back after a second or two of deliberating whether or not they should take it further, both deciding against it nearly in unison, seeing as how they were standing in the middle of the sidewalk, out in the open for the world to see (which usually would be the perfect place to fuck with people, but even they had to draw the line somewhere).
"So.... we're a thing now, right?" Gyro gave Johnny a slightly sheepish grin.
"Well I sure as hell hope so, since your hands are currently all over my ass." Johnny gave him a pointed look.
"Nyo ho ho~, that they are Johnny my boy, that they are." Gyro chuckled with another kiss to his lips.
After setting Johnny back in his abandoned wheelchair, the two of them decided to go back to Gyro's house for cheap, shitty pizza and hopefully something good on TV. Stopping again, Gyro looked down at Johnny.
"Hey, what was that thing you kept mumbling earlier, y'know, before you assaulted my face?" Gyro grinned at him, Johnny glaring up at him in response.
"I don't know what you're talking about," Johnny turned away from him and started wheeling faster, refusing to give Gyro another glance. Gyro slightly jogged to catch up.
"Oh c'mon Johnny it couldn't've been that bad, eh? Tell your old pal Gyro what was going through your pretty little head when you tried to shove your tongue down my throat?" Gyro cooed at him, even having the gall to pet his head slightly.
Johnny gave him a swift side-fist to the abdomen, causing the boy to double over with an "Oof!". Johnny once again grabbed his face and pulled him in close, lips to Gyro's ear this time.
"What I said was that you should shut the fuck up already and kiss me!" Johnny shoved the boy's head away. "Happy now?"
Gyro narrowed his eyes slightly,"Was it really that bad Johnny? So bad that you have to sit here and lie to me about what you mumbled under your breath before you forced your affections on me?"
"That is what I said!"
Gyro stared him down, highly unamused, while Johnny turned increasingly red. "Ok fine, asshole. I'll tell you. C'mere again."
It is unknown what exactly was whispered into Gyro Zeppeli's ear that day, but whatever it was, was so cheesy, so corny, so downright lame that for the first time in his life Gyro Zeppeli laughed so hard he peed himself, right there on the sidewalk, a block from his own house.