Author's Note: So pretty much I'm crazyhappy about the potential relationship between Ned and Moze next season, so I wrote this drabble-like fic because that's just what I do.
Pairing: One-sided Ned/Moze-ish.
Disclaimer: I don't own Ned's Declassified. I do, however, own total crushage on Devon Werkheiser.

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Ned Bigby hated the sound of things smashing to the ground. He hated when things fell apart, and he really hated when he had to attempt to put them back together.

That's why he had a presupposed notion that one is not supposed to like their best friend (bestfriend), because it would result in a crash-and-burn, and the impact was always much worse than the actual fall, because falling kind of feels like flying until you hit the ground.

But still, he liked to play with the idea of two names put together. And not really just any two names. Two names that he had to live with (almost) every day. Ned and Moze. Ned and Jennifer. NedandJennifer. And he had to admit, however he worded their names, it always sounded good in his mind.

Then It happend. It. The Kiss, which, yes, was an event to be capitalized forever in the annals of Ned's mind.

The Kiss could have been potentially catastrophic, if they had both taken it out of proportion (which, no, of course Ned wasn't thinking that maybe he'd like to kiss Moze again and possibly on a regular basis). And It could have maybe ruined their friendship, had they felt something other than the accidential lip-on-lip physical action that took place.

But they hadn't. And then they had kissed again just to prove it.

And Ned decided that maybe he shouldn't lie to himself because something was definitely going on in his mind when they kissed for those brief seconds. Something good, like the smell of fresh-cut flowers or when you walk outside and close your eyes, because then you can see the rain better than you could ever see it with your eyes open.

And all of this seriously had the potential to blow up in his face, or worse yet, plummet down to the ground at hyperspeed. Because when he kissed her, there was a slight falling feeling that started in his brain and moved down to his toes on a sort of whirring fast track.

But it was more like the kind of falling when everything ends up in the right place or, maybe there's something soft on the ground, or perhaps, in the very least, it doesn't make a colossal mess to clean up.

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