To say Charlie felt like had just evolved into a Gyarados and had kicked Mewto’s ass with just one move would be an understatement. The moment he saw Eddie’s smile after the kiss he could literally jump off the futon and start jumping up and down like a hyper happy puppy. But he wouldn’t do that because a) it’d look weird; and b) Eddie kissed him back. On the lips. Sure, it was still a peck, but it meant the world to Charlie; just like his kiss had. Charlie wasn’t confused anymore. Everything made sense. He liked best friend, and he liked him back. And life was awesome.
Charlie had now an even bigger smile on his face and when Eddie rested his head back on his shoulder, he rested his head on his while he started playing with his hair again -- the shock of the kiss had sort of stopped any other function his body was doing, even breathing for a bit. When Eddie spoke again, it took him a few moments to realize what he was talking about. He had completely forgot about everything that happened prior to the kiss, but could you blame him? “Huh? Oh yeah, plotting. Coconuts. Yes. Cool.” Charlie smiled as he watched the movie, enjoying the feeling of Eddie’s hand on his leg.
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That kiss had decided him fully. There was no getting around it, now that it happened and he would not have it any other way. He had not, ever, expected Charlie to kiss him back, even with all of the cuddling and the jealousy that had just happened. He figured it was nothing more than being replaced as a friend, still ridiculous of course. But the fact that he was the one who had tried to get Eddie’s attention so he could kiss back? Mind was blown. How could he not give one back? Of course, Eddie was known for being a bit of a flirt with girls and kissed quite a few people, but that was different. None of them were his best friend and none of them made him feel that distracted.
One the feeling of Charlie’s hand in his hair returned, he smiled and let his hand run over his knee. He was feeling a little bold now, considering that had worked out so well. And he liked the way it felt to have Charlie kiss him back. He thought about what to say next after his friend got back on track about the coconuts. Finally, he looked back up at him. “You know,” he started awkwardly. “Perhaps me and you-we should… you know.” His spare hand point from himself to Charlie a few times, hoping that he would catch the hint.