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fraiserabbit · 3 years ago

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Bertie grabbed the heart shaped card and small giftbox from his dashboard and ran to Tidmouth, not even bothering to lock his car. He hadn’t even bothered to change out of his uniform. There was only one thing – one man – on his mind. He began running out of breath, but he’d made it. He was standing right outside his house. The lights were still on, and voices could be heard from inside. Bertie had no time to catch his breath. He knocked on the door, and waited.

The tall man at the door wasn’t exactly who he was expecting. “Bertie? What business do you have being here this late?” Gordon was standing there in a pink bathrobe, complete with matching house slippers. He crossed his arms, eyeing the bus driver suspiciously.

“Um…Is…Thomas here?” Bertie sheepishly grinned.

Gordon rolled his eyes, walking back into the house. “Your little friend is here, Thomas! And I don’t mean Percy.”

Bertie awkwardly stood there, unsure if the open door was an invitation from Gordon. Better not risk it. He smoothed out the front of his uniform and readjusted his cap, fidgeting with the box and card behind his back. Thomas suddenly appeared at the door, startling him. “Bertie! Didn’t expect you here!” The man pulled his friend into a hug, instinctively kissing him on the cheek. “Uh- that’s- that’s just something I do.” Thomas nervously laughed, stepping back and inviting Bertie into the house. Oh, the marvellous shade of red Bertie’s face had turned at that moment!

“Actually, Thomas…erm…” Bertie could barely hold his composure. “Could we step outside for a bit instead? Maybe take a walk?”

“Well, sure!” Thomas grabbed a nearby coat and shut the door.

As the two men walked through the near-empty streets, Bertie was careful not to let Thomas see what was in his hand. They chatted about mundane things, enjoying each other’s company. Until the subject of Valentine’s Day came up. Thomas shook his head. “Too busy to worry about love today. Pity. I was psyching myself up to ask someone out for so long, too.” He laughed. “Now I’ll have to wait for next year!”

“Why wait for next year?” Bertie tilted his head.

Thomas held a hand to his chest with a crooked smile. “I’m not brave enough.”

Bertie felt the box in his hand slipping in his sweaty palms. They continued walking in silence. He occasionally looked over at Thomas, who was staring thoughtfully at the ground. Finally, he broke the silence. “Who were you going to ask?”

“As if I’d tell you!”

Bertie grinned back. “How about we race for the answer? Back to your place? If I win, you have to tell me.”

“Well, that’s an offer I can’t refuse. Alright, let’s start from…” Thomas looked around, then pointed at a nearby lamppost. “There!”

They both took their positions. When Thomas finished the countdown, Bertie bolted forward. His shoes pounded the pavement, his hand tightly gripping the giftbox as he swung his arms. He could feel the card in his other hand crinkling in his grasp. He hoped Thomas couldn’t see it as he zoomed around the corner, pure concentration in his eyes. However, he’d underestimated how exhausted he was from his earlier sprint. His legs began slowing down. Thomas was just behind him, swiftly catching up.

“What’s wrong, Bertie? Getting tired?” Thomas smirked, now neck-and-neck with him.

Bertie’s mind began racing. He was desperate to know. He had to know. What if I’m wasting my time here? And he doesn’t like me? Bertie shifted his posture, lowering his head, and ran for his life. He’d managed to pull ahead of Thomas!

“Wait, watch where you’re-”

Bang! Bertie felt a jolt of pain as he collided into a lamppost and fell. His hands shot up to his aching head, dropping the box and card to the ground. He silently writhed around in pain as Thomas slowed down to a stop. “Bertie?” Thomas kneeled beside him and placed a hand on his friend’s back, worried.

“Agh…I lost.” Bertie sighed in defeat, taking his cap off and rubbing his head. The pain dulled, and Bertie smiled at Thomas. “Looks like I’ll never know.”

“Oh, Bertie! I’m not worried about the race anymore! I just want to know if you’re okay.” Thomas sat down on the ground. Then he noticed the bright pink card. “Hey now…what’s this?”

“What’s what?” Bertie saw Thomas picking the card up, his eyes widening. “Wait!” He tried to swipe it out of Thomas’ hand, but the man was too fast.

“‘You make my heart race, and there’s no finish line.’” Thomas burst out laughing, his cheeks turning red. He covered his widening grin with a hand as he continued reading. “‘You’ve been the most wonderful part of my workdays, and what makes everything worth it. Be my Valentine?’ I never knew you were such a romantic! Who’s it for?” Bertie didn’t know if he wanted to answer. Then Thomas saw the giftbox, and pointed to it. “Aw, what’s that?”

“It’s…” Bertie took a deep breath, gathering courage. “It’s for you. It’s all for you.”

Thomas’ eyes widened. He pointed to himself, silently mouthing ‘me?’, before picking it up and turning it over in his hands. “Then…” He glanced at the card, blushing.

“I’ve been- uh- been meaning to tell you for a while now.”

Thomas smiled, shoving the unopened box and card in his coat pocket and lunging forward. He tightly hugged Bertie, peppering the man’s face with kisses. Bertie hugged Thomas back, laughing. When Thomas was finally done, he cupped Bertie’s face in his hands. “Turns out you didn’t lose anything tonight, Bertie! You won my heart.” He barely held back a laugh.

“Oh, c’mere, you!” Bertie finally pulled Thomas in for a sweet kiss. The two melted into each other’s arms, exchanging quiet proclamations of ‘I love you’.

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