*This is a short Valentine’s Day story I made with characters of mine from my “Circus of horrors” stories. You can check out the stories that connect to this one underneath my folder titled “Circus of horrors”. This particularly short story will be underneath my folder “Happy-ish stories”. Gacha Club character designs are on my wall. Enjoy and Happy Valoween!*
“Hey look. A kissing booth.” Andrew smiled. He elbowed Charles.
“You know what day it is!” Andrew exclaimed happily.
Charles, however, was not amused. Kissing booths were for people who wanted to kiss for sport. Kissing booths were cheap carnival games that involved the exchange of germs.
And yes, he knew very well that it was Valentine’s Day. He loved Andrew very much, he really did, but kissing booths? Really? And Valentine’s Day?
“You do realize that Valentine’s Day isn’t a real holiday, right?” Charles asked.
“It’s on the calendars, isn’t it?” Andrew asked.
“That doesn’t mean it’s true.” Charles pointed out.
A thought dawned on Charles.
“How do you know it’s February fourteenth? There are no calendars here. We’ve been dead for decades.” Charles said, gesturing to the decrepit carnival that surrounded them. There were other ghosts, but they were a good distance away from them.
Andrew’s pale face turned a deep red.
“You don’t know, do you?” Charles said.
“I don’t.” Andrew replied, slightly embarrassed.
“You just want me to-“
“Why did you think it was Valentine’s Day? I didn’t say anything.” Andrew pointed out.
Now it was his turn to blush. Truthfully, he did want it to be Valentine’s Day. As superficial as it was, Valentine’s Day was kind of nice.
Without saying a word, Charles took Andrew’s hand and pretended to be annoyed as he walked up to the kissing booth.
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“I’m going to make up for all the times I didn’t kiss you. Be prepared.” Charles said very seriously.
Andrew didn’t expect him to sound so solemn about a kissing booth. Then again, he was always sol-
Charles wasn’t merely kissing his lips.
He was kissing his cheeks, eyes, forehead, and even his little red clown nose, which gave a little squeak as he did so.
Andrew giggled as Charles did it. Really, he didn’t expect Charles to do all of that.
But it was nice.
“Don’t expect this from me every day.” Charles said with a smile after he finished. He hugged Andrew, but not too tightly. From the way he said it, Andrew knew that it was but a mere lie.
He’d go along with it, though.
“Of course.” Andrew said.
That was more than enough.
That single moment was perfect.
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