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“Man, that show was fun!” Spooky Jim said the moment the door to his and Blurryface’s dressing room closed. Blurry nodded.
“Yeah, I didn’t expect the fans to actually dress up for a Valentine’s show…” he said with a chuckle.
“Not to mention some of them actually brought roses to throw onto the stage during the last song!” Spooky laughed, shaking his head in disbelief.
“Yeah, they’re really… something, aren’t they?” Blurry says, sitting down on the couch in the middle of the room and letting himself relax for a moment.
Blurryface reached to his left, but his hand grabbed at air. “Of course…” he sighed.
“What happened? Is something wrong?” Spooky Jim asked, worried.
“Calm down, it’s nothing bad. Just left my Red Bull back in the tour bus…” Blurryface explained.
Spooky looked at him for a moment before bursting out into laughter.
“Of course you did. Don’t worry, I’ll get it for you. Where did you leave it?” he asked.
“In my bunk… don’t judge me.” Blurry said, already seeing the teasing look in the other's eyes.
“I won’t, but only because you told me not to,” he smiled. “I’ll be right back!” Spooky said as he walked out of the dressing room and toward their tour bus.
The walk to the tour bus was only five minutes at most, and since pretty much everyone from the crew was still busy cleaning the stage and packing everything up, no one was there.
He quickly walked to Blurry’s bunk, knowing exactly where it was. There were a grand total of three Red Bulls stored inside, for some reason. Spooky grabbed one and was about to close the bunk as he noticed a small stack of papers, with some of the papers clearly being very old, having started to turn yellow.
Spooky didn’t like prying, but curiosity overtook him. He slowly reached for the paper that was on top of the stack. It was a letter, written by Blurry. Spooky recognized his handwriting immediately. He felt bad for reading it and was about to put it back, but once he saw his own name at the top, he started reading it.
Spooky,
I probably shouldn’t be writing this; I don’t even think I’m allowed to... But I can’t stop thinking about you.
You make me feel… weird, but in a good way. Every time you laugh, it makes me want to smile. Every time I see how much you care about others and care for everyone, I’m amazed by it, every single time. And me? I… I can barely manage myself. I shouldn’t even be allowed to want someone like you. But I do, I don’t think I can even put into words how badly I do…
You make me feel… light, which is ridiculous because I’m not light. I’m supposed to be above all of this. Above wanting needing someone. But I can’t help it… My chest tightens whenever I’m around you, in the best way possible.
It scares me. These feelings… I’m sure if you knew about them, you’d run as fast as you could. I’m horrified at the thought I’d ruin something you don’t even realize exists.
Not to mention that you deserve someone better, someone who’s as gentle and caring as you.
If I actually gave you this letter, consider it a miracle, because as I’m writing this, I can’t even imagine myself ever being that brave…
I love you. Happy Valentine’s Day.
Spooky’s eyes widened in shock. Not just because this meant Blurry actually liked him back, but the fact that he thought he wasn’t good enough… No way that was true…
He stared at the letter for a moment. He had always considered Blurryface to be way out of his league. Blurry carried himself with such confidence, but not in an arrogant way. Spooky had always liked that the other seemed more gentle with him for some reason, though he had simply assumed that was because they were best friends, not because Blurry actually loved him… In that way…
Spooky picked up the letter that was on the bottom of the stack, his eyes quickly scanning the bottom of the old page.
‘I like you… A lot… Happy Valentine’s, Spooky.’
“They’re all love letters…” Spooky whispered to no one but himself, the realization slowly kicking in full force. He swallowed nervously as he put the letters back into place, grabbing the can of Red Bull for Blurry, and started to head back. He wished the way to the dressing room was longer so that he had more time to think about how the hell he would bring all of this up to the other…
--***--
Spooky arrived at their shared dressing room fast, way faster than he would have liked.
“Here ya go!” he said as he handed Blurry his drink. “What reason can you possibly have to have three of these in your bunk?” Spooky laughed, trying to lighten the mood before he would eventually have to bring up what else he found.
“Shut up… It tastes good.” Blurryface said, taking a big sip. Spooky laughed, but he couldn’t get the image of the letters he had found out of his head.
Only minutes had passed before Blurry looked at Spooky with suspicion. He squinted.
“You’re being quiet… Did something happen?” he asked.
Spooky’s eyes went wide, he hated how observant Blurryface was sometimes. He carefully nodded, mentally preparing himself.
“Y-Yeah… when I was getting your drink I found some… letters…” he started.
Blurry tried to act calm, but he immediately went pale, his heart already starting to beat faster just by the mention of those letters.
“Do you… really like me… like that?” Spooky Jim asked, gentle and caring like always. Blurryface swallowed, staying silent for a moment.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about…” was the reply Blurry decided to settle on, though he knew it was stupid to even try and lie his way out of this. Spooky immediately sighed.
“Blurry… I know your handwriting, the letters were in your bunk. You’re… you’re allowed to have all those feelings, please don’t think otherwise. Besides,” Spooky said, taking a deep breath. “I… I feel the same way…” he whispered.
Blurryface’s eyes widened as he began to blush deeply. He looked at the other.
“What do you mean..?” he asked in disbelief.
Spooky let out a small chuckle.
“I mean that I like you too… I just always thought you were way out of my league… I was scared I’d ruin our friendship if I told you the truth…” Spooky admitted, quickly going red in the face.
Blurry tilted his head in confusion.
“But… why? I… You deserve so much better…” Blurryface said. It didn’t come from a place of self-hatred; he was just genuinely puzzled.
Spooky carefully took Blurry’s hand, giving him plenty of time to pull away if he wanted, but when Blurry didn’t move, Spooky Jim smiled.
“Don’t think so low of yourself… You’re amazing in so many ways, I’m honestly impressed you don’t see it…” Spooky laughed lightly. “You’re so confident, independent, and you clearly care a lot about the people close to you. Not to mention you’re just… stunning.” he said with a smile.
Blurry started to blush even more.
“I… agree to disagree… At least for now…” he said.
“I’ll convince you otherwise eventually, don’t worry.” Spooky said as he lifted his hand, carefully brushing his thumb across Blurry’s cheek in a calming motion.
“So… does… does this mean we’re together..? Romantically..?” Blurryface asked, thinking it was too good to be true.
Spooky smiled. “If you want to, then yes.”
“Then… Kiss me?” Blurry asked with a smirk. Spooky Jim grinned. “Of course that’s the first thing you say…”
Blurry looked into Spooky’s eyes. “I’m assuming that’s a ‘yes’?” he asked. Spooky nodded eagerly.
“Alright,” Blurryface said, slowly pulling the other closer to him. “Happy Valentine’s Day, love.” Blurry whispered before finally, after years of dreaming of it, kissing Spooky.