Author's Note: Holy shit. So much has happened since my last update. If any of you guys follow me on Tumblr, you'd know that my best friend (Zachary West) and I are... dating. As in a guy/guy relationship. And this is so weird and new for me. Never in my life would I have thought I'd end up with him. Or any male being for that matter. Oh wow, I'm whelmed. So very, very whelmed. My Tumblr (basically, my blog) is on my bio here on . That's all my spammy goodness and Zach-related posts.
...'kay. That's the end of my rant.
This entire fanfiction is dedicated to Zach. Our relationship is... wow. It's just like Dick/Wally. I'm not even joking. He makes me so happy it shouldn't even be legal to smile this much.
SHUTTING UP NOW.
P.S: Zach says hi. (He's creeping on me over my shoulder because he SUCKS~ SPREAD THE WORD!)
I love the way you look at me.
I love the way you look both at and through me, so intensely yet so gently, with humble green eyes that smile even as your lips sit still.
I love the way you look when you stare.
I love the way you fluster when I return your gaze; how your knees lock and your face lights up a bright shade of red.
I love the way your emerald eyes glisten in just the right lighting.
I love the way you smile at me, so confidently yet so full of insecurity.
I love the way your lips curve when you do, almost as if it comes naturally.
I love the way each smile tells a story; how much it says about your true personality.
I love the way the freckles beneath your eyes are like constellations so perfectly placed on the canvas of your cheeks.
I love the way you fake hickeys on your neck. Wally, let's be honest with ourselves: who the hell do you think you're fooling?
I love the way your skin stays clear no matter how serious of a battle we get into; not a single scar out of place.
I love the way you sunburn so easily. Say what you want, man; we both know red is not a tan.
I love the way you move. Dear God, do I love the way you move.
I love the way you act like such a big-shot body builder, when we both know you can't even bench-press 60.
I love the way you pretend to know everything. Yeah. That's totally why you have straight D's.
I love the way you're too overconfident in yourself.
I love the way you think you can do acrobatics, even after nearly snapping your back on a handstand when we were 10. Fess up, man; you can't do shit.
I love the way you get angry. Don't ask me why, but it's pretty damn sexy.
I love the way you talk – like you know everything yet with the subtlest hint of doubt.
I love the way you talk to me – like a friend, yet someone so much more important.
I love the way you treat me so carefully, as if I'd fly away at any moment. Even though we both know my wings broke years ago.
I love the way you care. I just... I swear, it's your kindness that tears me apart inside.
I love the way you listen, the way you really listen to me when I'm talking.
I love the way you know me so well, like a scientist whose data is a little too well organized.
I love the way you burst into "science mode". It's fucking adorable: and I don't give a shit what you say, it totally is!
I love the way you refer to me as your "watashi no kotori".
I love the way you abuse that stupid little pet name. Stop being a weaboo, man. Not cool.
I love the way you think you can speak Japanese, just because I taught you a couple of phrases. Now don't get me wrong; what I taught may help you some day. But when you run out of shit you know how to say, I'm about
80% sure that any Japanese man would slap you for your racist little "Ming ling ting" language.
I love the way you hold me so gently in your arms, as if I'd break at any moment should you squeeze me too hard. I'm not a glass doll. It's cool if you hug me, fucking moron.
I love the way you kiss you me like I'm the only thing that matters to you.
I love the way you're not ashamed to be mine.
I love the way you kiss me and hold me, even when the others are around.
I love the way we tease each other. The banter, Wally. THE BANTER.
But most of all,
I just... I just love the way you love me.
Greyson sucks more. He sucks. HARD. GIGGITY. Spread the word in them review boxes =3=
^ Ignore him. He's suckier.
^^ Actually don't ignore him. Because he's awesome. I, the mighty Greyson, say so.
^^^ No. You really should ignore him. He's officially dead to me. And he's not Greyson. HE'S A PHONY. Reviews, guys~