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bedesSummary: The first conversation Luke and Crow have after confessing their feelings for each other happens to be over the phone. That meant no physical contact; but words can be just as sweet.
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Anyone who hadn’t known what happened would have probably thought Crow was going through a depression spell that day. He was daydreaming a lot, not paying attention to where he was walking, and went home earlier than usual. Granted, given that, before, he only went home when absolutely necessary, that wasn’t saying much, but the point still stood. Anyone who hadn’t known what happened would have also noticed that Crow had snatched his mother’s Blackberry phone, and was carrying it around. They may have found it suspicious, because of Crow’s general suspicious and mischievous aura.
But the explanation was much simpler than that, and honestly much nicer. It was simply that it was just the other day that he and Luke had become boyfriends. Granted, for a few months beforehand, they had been in that weird space of ‘not romantically involved, but not not romantically involved,’ but both of them were both overjoyed, nonetheless. (Overjoyed has been an understatement. He didn’t know about Luke, but immediately after that meeting, Crow had gone home to scream into his pillow.)
However, that had been Luke’s last day on his visit to Misthallery, which had been very bad timing. In Crow’s experience, whenever people their age got together, they spent the first few weeks hardly leaving each other’s side, in a sort of honeymoon period. He used to make fun of it, but when Luke had said he had to leave early the next morning, Crow wanted to ask him to take him, too. It would have been torture to let Luke go now that he knew his feelings weren’t onesided, had Luke not offered to exchange phone numbers with him.
Crow’s immediate first reaction was, “But I don’t have a phone,” but then he recalled his mother’s phone that she often left unattended. Crow wrote Luke’s number on his arm (he didn’t have any paper on hand), but Luke had been worried about his father asking why he suddenly had a boy’s phone number, so Crow helped him memorize it.
“You sure you know it?” Crow had asked, before Luke had gone back to his house that night.
“I’m sure,” he had responded, with an almost amused expression at how blushy and nervous Crow was acting. He then recited it.
“But-“
“Crow, don’t worry! Or do you want me to get it tattooed on me, and have Hershel promptly murder me?”
Crow managed a laugh at that. “Please don’t!”
After a promise that Luke would call him at 8 the next day, Crow watched Luke leave, standing on his toes to see him for as long as he could before he disappeared.
Now, even though Crow knew that the time they had agreed upon was 8, he couldn’t help but carry his mother’s phone around all day the next day. He wasn’t sure why; some sort of anxiety about Luke calling early, or it getting stolen? Then, he went home early, and ran into his room, flopping onto his bed, even though he knew that it was old. He sat up against the headboard, and stared at the phone in his hands, waiting for it to say he was receiving a call.
Crow officially lost his patience at 5 minutes past 8, and looked at the now-slightly faded numbers on his arm as he typed them into his phone. After pressing the call button, he held it up to his ear, resting his chin on the top of his knees. He hoped Luke hadn’t forgotten.
Obviously, he hadn’t, because Luke picked up before the first ring had ended. “Crow!”
Luke’s happy, almost relieved voice washed any tension that Crow had left over. “Luke,” he responded, without thinking about what would come after it. All this time, thinking about Luke, and he hadn’t even thought about what he would say...
He heard a giggle from Luke’s end. “What?” Crow asked, smiling a bit.
“I dunno! I’m just happy!” Luke’s voice got just slightly quieter, but Crow picked up on it. “I just thought about you a lot, you know? What happened yesterday? An’... Now I’m hearing your voice...” He paused, before adding, “It sounds nice over the phone.”
“I’m just glad we can talk, I guess.”
“We talk loads!”
“Yeah, but it’s usually about your rat and stuff.”
They both chuckled at that, and then both went silent. Crow wasn’t sure what Luke was doing, but he went quiet to hear his breathing on the other end. It was comforting. It reminded him of when he was little, and would sleep in his mother’s bed when he was scared, and would listen to her breathing.
It was probably weird that he was listening to Luke’s breathing, wasn’t it? “I dunno how I managed to trick you into liking me. I’m weird.”
“You’re not weird!” Luke protested immediately. “You’re cool!”
Crow snorted in response. “I’m a dork who can’t socialize well and comes off as cool.”
“Yeah, and the fact that you’re okay with that makes you cool! Cool people don’t care what other people think. I care what everyone thinks of me, all the time.”
“Why are we talking about me?” Crow didn’t like talking about himself. He didn’t exactly hate himself, per say. But he certainly didn’t like himself. “I thought we were talking about your rat.”
“No, we were talking about how we talk about Toppy.” Luke decided to change the subject at that moment, back to Crow. “Are you ever called anything besides Crow?”
“When people are trying to intimidate me, they call me Birdie,” Crow replied, going along with it. “My ma called me that, and now nobody around here will let it go.”
“Birdie. I like that...” Luke giggled, his voice light. “It’s harder for me to talk to birds than animals, but there’s a new couple of robins nearby... A couple of lovebirds. It’s cute!” He paused, before adding, “Oh! I could call you that!”
Crow furrowed his eyebrows. “Call me what?”
“You know; Lovebird?”
Crow felt a blush cross his face, almost as hot as when he and Luke had been talking the other day. He made an embarrassed noise without any words attached.
“Hehe!! I made you blush, didn’t I?”
“You can’t call me that name! It’s too cute!!”
“You didn’t answer my question.”
“Hush it, rich boy.”
“Awww, I made you blush! I’m using that forever!”
Crow groaned, covering his face with his free hand. “Luke...!”
When he didn’t respond, Crow pressed his ear firmer to the phone, and heard some talking in the background. After a moment, Luke spoke. “Ugh, I’m sorry... It’s only been a few minutes, but the professor wants me to eat-“
“You haven’t eaten?!”
“I... I got distracted! There was a good show on, and then I thought about calling you and I got nervous...”
“Eat now or I’m divorcing you.”
Luke laughed, and said in the most loving voice, “We’re not married, Lovebird.”
Crow made a flustered noise at the nickname.
“Hehe. Well... I’ve gotta go, then. I’ll see if I can talk to you tomorrow... Mwah!”
Crow furrowed his eyebrows. Luke hadn’t exactly made the noise, more so than said the word. “Huh?”
“... Oh, uh... You know...” Luke’s voice was suddenly unsure and nervous. “Like... Like a kiss?”
Crow naturally bit back a smile, before remembering he was alone. He and Luke hadn’t shared a kiss yesterday; no matter how tempted he was, he was too stupid and nervous. But this was like a kiss on the cheek. Nothing to worry about, and it was quite cute.
Still, Crow found his face flushing when he thought about reciprocating. Luke just made him so nervous, all the time. Butterflies in his stomach, all that stuff he heard in bad romance songs. Even so, he muttered, “Okay. Mwah.”
Luke giggled, and it was like a sweet-sounding bell. And this time, he didn’t stop when he talked. “You’re so cute! Alright... I’ve really gotta go... Bye bye!”
“Later.”
Luke was still giggling after they said goodbye, and it continued until the line went flat.
I’m so sorry I couldn’t get this out yesterday! I had finals yesterday... And you know how it is. So, I’m gonna try to upload two chapters today! I also went ahead and made this chapter longer and really fluffy, to make up for it. This is one of my favorites... New relationships are always so sweet!
First Chapter | Masterpost (for more information) | Previous Chapter | Next Chapter
Anyone who hadn’t known what happened would have probably thought Crow was going through a depression spell that day. He was daydreaming a lot, not paying attention to where he was walking, and went home earlier than usual. Granted, given that, before, he only went home when absolutely necessary, that wasn’t saying much, but the point still stood. Anyone who hadn’t known what happened would have also noticed that Crow had snatched his mother’s Blackberry phone, and was carrying it around. They may have found it suspicious, because of Crow’s general suspicious and mischievous aura.
But the explanation was much simpler than that, and honestly much nicer. It was simply that it was just the other day that he and Luke had become boyfriends. Granted, for a few months beforehand, they had been in that weird space of ‘not romantically involved, but not not romantically involved,’ but both of them were both overjoyed, nonetheless. (Overjoyed has been an understatement. He didn’t know about Luke, but immediately after that meeting, Crow had gone home to scream into his pillow.)
However, that had been Luke’s last day on his visit to Misthallery, which had been very bad timing. In Crow’s experience, whenever people their age got together, they spent the first few weeks hardly leaving each other’s side, in a sort of honeymoon period. He used to make fun of it, but when Luke had said he had to leave early the next morning, Crow wanted to ask him to take him, too. It would have been torture to let Luke go now that he knew his feelings weren’t onesided, had Luke not offered to exchange phone numbers with him.
Crow’s immediate first reaction was, “But I don’t have a phone,” but then he recalled his mother’s phone that she often left unattended. Crow wrote Luke’s number on his arm (he didn’t have any paper on hand), but Luke had been worried about his father asking why he suddenly had a boy’s phone number, so Crow helped him memorize it.
“You sure you know it?” Crow had asked, before Luke had gone back to his house that night.
“I’m sure,” he had responded, with an almost amused expression at how blushy and nervous Crow was acting. He then recited it.
“But-“
“Crow, don’t worry! Or do you want me to get it tattooed on me, and have Hershel promptly murder me?”
Crow managed a laugh at that. “Please don’t!”
After a promise that Luke would call him at 8 the next day, Crow watched Luke leave, standing on his toes to see him for as long as he could before he disappeared.
Now, even though Crow knew that the time they had agreed upon was 8, he couldn’t help but carry his mother’s phone around all day the next day. He wasn’t sure why; some sort of anxiety about Luke calling early, or it getting stolen? Then, he went home early, and ran into his room, flopping onto his bed, even though he knew that it was old. He sat up against the headboard, and stared at the phone in his hands, waiting for it to say he was receiving a call.
Crow officially lost his patience at 5 minutes past 8, and looked at the now-slightly faded numbers on his arm as he typed them into his phone. After pressing the call button, he held it up to his ear, resting his chin on the top of his knees. He hoped Luke hadn’t forgotten.
Obviously, he hadn’t, because Luke picked up before the first ring had ended. “Crow!”
Luke’s happy, almost relieved voice washed any tension that Crow had left over. “Luke,” he responded, without thinking about what would come after it. All this time, thinking about Luke, and he hadn’t even thought about what he would say...
He heard a giggle from Luke’s end. “What?” Crow asked, smiling a bit.
“I dunno! I’m just happy!” Luke’s voice got just slightly quieter, but Crow picked up on it. “I just thought about you a lot, you know? What happened yesterday? An’... Now I’m hearing your voice...” He paused, before adding, “It sounds nice over the phone.”
“I’m just glad we can talk, I guess.”
“We talk loads!”
“Yeah, but it’s usually about your rat and stuff.”
They both chuckled at that, and then both went silent. Crow wasn’t sure what Luke was doing, but he went quiet to hear his breathing on the other end. It was comforting. It reminded him of when he was little, and would sleep in his mother’s bed when he was scared, and would listen to her breathing.
It was probably weird that he was listening to Luke’s breathing, wasn’t it? “I dunno how I managed to trick you into liking me. I’m weird.”
“You’re not weird!” Luke protested immediately. “You’re cool!”
Crow snorted in response. “I’m a dork who can’t socialize well and comes off as cool.”
“Yeah, and the fact that you’re okay with that makes you cool! Cool people don’t care what other people think. I care what everyone thinks of me, all the time.”
“Why are we talking about me?” Crow didn’t like talking about himself. He didn’t exactly hate himself, per say. But he certainly didn’t like himself. “I thought we were talking about your rat.”
“No, we were talking about how we talk about Toppy.” Luke decided to change the subject at that moment, back to Crow. “Are you ever called anything besides Crow?”
“When people are trying to intimidate me, they call me Birdie,” Crow replied, going along with it. “My ma called me that, and now nobody around here will let it go.”
“Birdie. I like that...” Luke giggled, his voice light. “It’s harder for me to talk to birds than animals, but there’s a new couple of robins nearby... A couple of lovebirds. It’s cute!” He paused, before adding, “Oh! I could call you that!”
Crow furrowed his eyebrows. “Call me what?”
“You know; Lovebird?”
Crow felt a blush cross his face, almost as hot as when he and Luke had been talking the other day. He made an embarrassed noise without any words attached.
“Hehe!! I made you blush, didn’t I?”
“You can’t call me that name! It’s too cute!!”
“You didn’t answer my question.”
“Hush it, rich boy.”
“Awww, I made you blush! I’m using that forever!”
Crow groaned, covering his face with his free hand. “Luke...!”
When he didn’t respond, Crow pressed his ear firmer to the phone, and heard some talking in the background. After a moment, Luke spoke. “Ugh, I’m sorry... It’s only been a few minutes, but the professor wants me to eat-“
“You haven’t eaten?!”
“I... I got distracted! There was a good show on, and then I thought about calling you and I got nervous...”
“Eat now or I’m divorcing you.”
Luke laughed, and said in the most loving voice, “We’re not married, Lovebird.”
Crow made a flustered noise at the nickname.
“Hehe. Well... I’ve gotta go, then. I’ll see if I can talk to you tomorrow... Mwah!”
Crow furrowed his eyebrows. Luke hadn’t exactly made the noise, more so than said the word. “Huh?”
“... Oh, uh... You know...” Luke’s voice was suddenly unsure and nervous. “Like... Like a kiss?”
Crow naturally bit back a smile, before remembering he was alone. He and Luke hadn’t shared a kiss yesterday; no matter how tempted he was, he was too stupid and nervous. But this was like a kiss on the cheek. Nothing to worry about, and it was quite cute.
Still, Crow found his face flushing when he thought about reciprocating. Luke just made him so nervous, all the time. Butterflies in his stomach, all that stuff he heard in bad romance songs. Even so, he muttered, “Okay. Mwah.”
Luke giggled, and it was like a sweet-sounding bell. And this time, he didn’t stop when he talked. “You’re so cute! Alright... I’ve really gotta go... Bye bye!”
“Later.”
Luke was still giggling after they said goodbye, and it continued until the line went flat.
I’m so sorry I couldn’t get this out yesterday! I had finals yesterday... And you know how it is. So, I’m gonna try to upload two chapters today! I also went ahead and made this chapter longer and really fluffy, to make up for it. This is one of my favorites... New relationships are always so sweet!
