My Bubblegum King - Chapter 24: Chapter 24

"Look at it, look at it," Seb was excitedly saying, turning both himself and his phone until all I could see was the picture up on the wall. I burst out laughing. He immediately turned the camera back to his face, his wide smile still on with a raised brow. "What? What is it?"
"Nothing," I lied, covering my mouth with my hand like that could remove the memory of my laughter.
"What's so funny?" He prodded with a little pout, looking like he was one second away from stomping his feet.
He was being so cute, I conceded like he's compelling me to talk. "You have a mustache on the picture, it's a bit funny."
He quickly turned his head to look at the picture again and now he laughed too. "That's my bosses doing. He wanted me to look much more older than I actually am." He turned to me and winked. "Might draw attention if a young nineteen year old is the employee of the month at a bar."
I chuckled at the way he pressed on 'employee of the month'. I was worried when he started pressing for an immediate video call and I thought something had gone wrong with his face again only for me to come and meet him all excited like a five year old with excess sugar because he had gotten employee of the month. Although, to his defense, it was not actually an easy feat given that his boss was a grouch and they were other competent older employees. Seb had broken a record and I wouldn't hear the last of it.
"I think I look more sexy in the picture, huh?" He turned the camera around again so I could see it. "I look... Twenty five?"
"Twenty five?" I shake my head, "that's too old. Your eyes still give away your youngness."
"They do?"
"Yeah, to look twenty five you need that wicked," I narrowed my eyes trying to mimic the look I have in mind. "Don't mess with me look."
Seb smirked at me, "do I ever have that?"
I nodded, "when you want to beat the shit of someone you do." I paused to think a bit again and my mouth runs before my brain, "and when you want to fuck me crazy." Pause. "Um—"
Now Seb was full on smiling, and not the excited one from earlier, this one made him look naughty and innocent all at once. His blue eyes on me like the screen and distance wasn't between us. I could feel the heat spread from my heart, all through my body coming to settle on my surely red face. His voice was a few decibels lower when he spoke, it's like sound vibrated out his throat, "so... I have a certain look when I want to—"
I shut my eyes closed, biting on my lip and wondering how I was feeling this way when he wasn't even here. "Don't say it. And yes."
He chuckled, I barely heard it. "I didn't know it made me look older."
"Depends, sometimes you look younger," what the fuck has gotten into me. Shut up.
"Depends on what?"
I shrugged, opening my eyes to meet his electric gaze. "Uh, how naughty you're feeling."
"Hm," he stroked a finger around his chin. He already had a little unshaved stubble there. Seeing it was doing things, an innocent stubble shouldn't be doing to a probably sane boy. "Wh—"
"Don't say any other thing please," I begged, I couldn't take anymore.
Sebastian gave me a look that has mischievousness written all over it. "Why?"
"Because I'm already feeling like boarding the next train home. I can't, I have a work load over and I already have enough blue balls for one semester."
Now he bursted out laughing, "fine. And I'm only agreeing because we're kinda like in the same situation."
I sighed in relief, hoping to ignore the strain in my pants. "Thank you. Congratulations on getting your picture up and framed in the bar."
He grinned, "yeah, I was so excited to see it, it's comedic."
"It's not. You love that bar."
He nodded, "I do."
"More than me?" I asked because I am a childish little fucker.
"I can't love anything more than you Flynn."
I blushed to the moon and back. Then I remembered, "oh, guess what?"
"Just tell me."
"I'm going for a wedding," I sang out, bobbing my head to my imaginary tone.
"What wedding?"
"Diego's dad is getting married. Jordy refused to come with him and he absolutely can't go alone so I'm going with him. We're going to be taking a plane but Diego said we'd be back the same day, so it's all good." I explained, stopping and meeting Sebastian with a confused frown.
"Um, am I supposed to know who Diego and Jordan are?"
"Jordy," I corrected, smiling at how he never changes. "Jordy's Diego's sister and Diego is the guy you met at that vet where Ry works."
It took him two seconds, "oh, the Simba guy."
I nodded, then bit my lip. "It isn't weird that I am going right?"
He ran his fingers through his hair, "why can't his sister go?"
"Bad blood. She hates the father. Diego doesn't like his father too but for some reason, I'm guessing loyalty, he has to show up. And he can't go alone and he has no other friends and I really want to go to a wedding because I've even forgotten what it's like."
Sebastian laughed, "I'm not saying anything."
I pouted, "you look like you don't support."
He shrugged, "I want to spend time with you. I can't and now some other guy is taking you to a wedding. I'm jealous and you're my boyfriend. It's pathetic."
"It's not," I sighed. "I won't go if you don't want me to."
"Pfft, fuck that, go to your wedding, have your fun. I'm not really jealous, I know you're mine."
I winked, "possessive much?"
"Yes."
"Rawr," I make a sound, putting out my fingers like a cats paw and biting my lip.
Sebastian laughed, "fuck you Flynn, you said I shouldn't say any other thing."
"Sorry," I apologized, not really sorry and not being able to stop smiling.
"You'd look too good in a suit though, send me pictures."
I gasped, "shit, I haven't thought about that. I don't have a suit."
"He'd provided. Don't worry about that."
"How are you sure?"
"Um," he ran his fingers over his hair again. "He looks like someone who cares and wouldn't want you worrying about a suit for his father's wedding."
"Hm, he does?"
Sebastian doesn't answer and next thing I hear was, "I love you so much Flynn."
My heart sky rocks like it's the first time I'm hearing it and I freeze, every where around me warm.
Seb shyly bit his lower lip, looking down at his fingers, then smiled back up at me. "Have you told you that before?" Unable to form words, I just nodded. He nodded too and was back to looking at his fingers, ears red like ketchup.
"Seb?" I slowly call and all of a sudden, I'm sixteen again and falling in love for the first time.
"Mm?" He looked back up like he's scared of looking at me eyes. It's so adorable, I could die right now and be at peace.
"I love you so much."
Now it looked like he froze too and then a wide face splitting smile takes over his face as he nodded, looking back down. "Okay."
My face hurt from smiling, "okay."
And we don't say anything thing more spending the next minute just smiling and nodding like idiots. I can't really explain it but it was the comfortable silence with beating hearts and red faces that reminded why I fell in love with this Adonis in the face place.
*
"Got your plane tickets, you ready?" Diego asked, walking towards me with his long legs clad in jeans and a black long sleeve shirt with both arms folded up to the elbow, leaving a sight open for sore eyes.
I shook my head, my feet felt planted on he ground and couldn't ignore my pounding heart.
A beautiful worried frown appeared in an instant, making his forehead crease, brows pinch together and lips appear smaller. "Why, what's wrong?"
"I'm nervous."
The pinch in his brows disappeared and he raised one of them, "what?"
I almost laughed. "I'm nervous, feeling a whole lot of air in my tummy and I don't have a suit and I think it's just now I'm realizing that I have to meet your father and I'm so not ready. I didn't even cut my hair!"
Diego spends five seconds looking at me, blinking at my face and then threw his head back and laughed.
I punched him lightly on the shoulder, "it's not funny. I'm not moving from this spot."
He looked back at me and looks like he's struggling not to look away and laugh again, although it's not really an at me laugh, it's the kind of heart laugh that makes you want to laugh too. He succumbed to just smiling and his fingers find my hair, pushing the curls back as if he can't see my face because of them. "You're hair is just fine and I told you not to worry about a suit."
"Not wedding material," I shake his hand off with a pout. "I should've cut it and you said that a week ago but I have no suit yet. I'm not sure now what you mean by 'don't worry' when we're literally leaving for the wedding today."
He sighed, still wearing a smile though. "Do you still want to come with me?"
"Of course I do," I answered without missing a beat.
"Than fart."
I blinked, "w-what?"
"Fart, you said your tummy is full of air, fart it out."
My eyes widened and I looked around us to make sure no one was close enough to hear him say that. The coast was clear; I lightly punched him again, "not that kind of air!"
"So you're not farting?"
"No!"
"Would you fart on the plane?"
"Diego!"
He stopped looking at me like he was going to burst out laughing again. Then his fingers suddenly poked my ribs, making my yelp and jump, then look at him with raised accusing brows. He just shrugged having the gusts to look innocent. "Did you fart?"
"Oh my God, I'm not farting!" I screamed out and now they just had to be people walking around who stopped to give me strange looks. I almost caught fire. I glared at him. "Fuck you."
"Unfortunately darling, no. You have a boyfriend," he cocked his head to the side and winked at me.
My mouth opened and closed from embarrassment, "n-not like that."
Diego chuckled, looking a bit serious now. "Are you still nervous?"
I started shaking my head before I realize it, "no."
"Great," he clapped. "Can you walk or should I carry you?"
"I can walk," I quickly started walking, not ready to get embarrassed again when he decides to lift me up. He quickly fell in steps with me as we walked to his car and I found myself craning my neck to look up at him. "Awn, you did all that to make me feel better."
He turned to look at me, then quickly looked away again like he's hiding a blush. "Duh."
I cupped my face, "how sweet."
He rolled his eyes, smiling to himself. "I'd do anything to make you feel better." Silence as I try and fail to ignore my heart's skip, I think he noticed and added— "Y-you're doing me a huge favor anyway, I owe you." I don't say anything to that and I just smiled. Deigo smiled too and continued, "plus, I needed that too. I'm not exactly in the best of moods."
"You don't want to go too?"
"It's my dad's fifth wife, what do you think?"
"Then why are you going?"
He sighed, running his fingers through his hair. "I owe him too much not too. That's what Jordy doesn't understand. I have to go."
I nod to myself like I understood. Next thing, I bump into him, putting my arm around his like he's walking me to a ballroom or something. "You should have said so sooner then."
"What?"
I blushed, "I'd like to make you feel better too." He just looked at me, green eyes trying to decipher something I had no clue about. "Although I'm not sure I'd do anything."
Now I literally see him blush. "Um, I didn't mean it like that."
"Uh huh."
"Really."
I pouted, "so you won't kill for me?" Diego opened his mouth to say something but for some reason nothing came out. As confused as I was, I didn't dwell on it and just smiled. "See, anything."
"Fuck you."
"Oops, sorry," I risked a wink, probably looking like a constipated cat. "I have a boyfriend."
"Ouch," he placed a hand on his chest like I've shot him.
I stick out my tongue to him and laughed. "So, I think I've told you I've only been to one wedding, which is strange seeing as people get married all the time. Especially back home. But I've only been to one, I barely remember it but it was back home, of course. I think it was between this nurse my mom worked with and a farmer she met while on vacation. I remember this because my mom was like 'how can she marry a farmer, as a nurse it's weird' and my dad was all 'when it's love, occupation doesn't really matter'— my dad is a total romantic by the way. And my mom was like..."