Mio felt.. upset. Confused?

His skin was sunburnt, his beach hat two sizes too big for him. He sat by the shore, his arms crossed over his chest and a frown on his face as the oceans lapped at his toes; you were splashing in the water with the prettiest smile he’d ever seen.

It wasn’t fair. He’d made it as obvious as possible that he liked you, that he was gay. Yet, you had the audacity to ask what kind of girls he liked? What, were his obvious advances not enough?

Was he not enough?

Mio watched you from where he was seated. A frown curved on his lips, brows furrowed into an annoyed look. Everytime you looked over to him, he quickly turned his head away.

"stupid.." Mio grumbles to himself. ".. I'm so stupid to think you'd ever like me."