"Eeeeeeedddddeeeeeeeen," My best friend whined from behind me, I turned slightly to see him, and his ridiculous bunny-eared hat, bent over and dragging himself up hill. "Eeeeeeeeeeedeeeeeeeennnn."
"What?" I frowned, already knowing what he wanted. Such a kid, I contemplated ignoring him.
"Carry me!" He held out his hands pathetically.
I stared for a few moments, seeing him, a full grown, well, physically anyway, adult asking me to carry him. I was skeptical, but that was Art for you. Thankfully he was light. He was too adorable to disappoint. He was pouting, with his head slightly tilted to the side, which caused his dark hair to attack his face. His arms remained outstretched, waiting for me. I held out my arms, he took a running leap into me, nearly knocking us both backwards onto the asphalt. He clung to me for dear life, as if he were afraid I would drop him. I sighed, and continued my way home. He rested his head against my shoulder and stared at me, I felt rather uncomfortable.
"Stop what?" He teased me.
"But you're so prettttttyyyyy."
I rolled my eyes, my best friend was a freak, that much I was aware of. In fact, everyone was aware of it. With his childish manner and various animal-eared hats, it was hard not to be aware of it.
He began to play with my hair as I carried him up the hill, with his legs wrapped around me. I glanced at him; he looked perfectly content where he was. Like a child being carried to bed, sometimes I worried for his mental health. But I guess never growing up was better than growing up. No worries equaled no stress, and stress was a killer. Art was constantly telling me to grow down, that was easier said than done.
"Eeeeeedeeeeeeen," He was back to staring at me.
"I love you," He wrapped himself around me in a makeshift hug.
I blinked, not sure how to respond. He loved me, simple enough, I loved him. But was it the same love? Was I even worthy of Art's innocent love? Probably not, considering all the sins I wanted to commit with him. I slightly winced, he was still staring, did he hear that? Of course not, it was silly to even think it. Did he know it?
"Eeeeeeden," He poked my face. "Are you in there?"
"Er, yeah?" I glanced at him, he was waiting, patiently. I frowned internally, why did I get cursed with such an adorable best friend? "I, um, love you too Art."
It was satisfactory enough for him; he went back to playing with my hair. I sighed to myself that sounded believable. Eventually, in the awkward silence, well awkward for me, we stopped in front of his house. He wiggled himself out of my arms and stared at me. I stared back; it always felt like he was criticizing me.
Art danced his way over to me, leaning upward, to yet again surprise me. He kissed me, pulling away before I had the thoughts to respond, and once again said those words. I love you, Eden. He then turned and was gone into his home, all before I knew what to do.
"I love you too, Art."