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“What’s she like then?” Charlie asks, his voice coming through the speakers of Tara’s laptop.
“Oh, this is my favourite part!” Darcy announces with their feet on Tara’s desk and a bowl of popcorn resting on their stomach.
“You’re just going to assume they’re a “she”?” Nick’s voice cracks through.
“Are they… Are they not a girl?”
Nick avoids eye contact with Charlie. “Umm… No...”
“Eeee,” Isaac squeals while doing a little dance from his spot behind Darcy.
“Umm… I’ve been doing some research… and I think I might be bisexual,” Nick continues, sliding his hand a fraction away from Charlie’s hand.
“Thank you for sharing that with me,” Charlie sincerely states before asking. “What’s he like then?”
Nick smiles, “He’s got the bluest eyes that I could go swimming in, dimples that I want to poke every time he smiles. And the softest looking curls I just want to run my hands through at all times.”
“Oh,” Charlie sighs, picking at a loose thread on his ripped skinny jeans.
“I really like you, Charlie.”
“Me?” Charlie asks, his voice a pitch higher in slight disbelief. “Are you sure? You’re not just saying that cause-”
“I’m not just saying that,” Nick interrupts, gently setting his hand on top of Charlie’s, his eyes flickering between Charlie’s lips and eyes. Charlie’s eyes start to sparkle the moment he believes Nick.
“Would you kiss me?” Charlie asks.
“Yeah… Please.”
“Well, that’s very sweet,” James coos. “Makes me believe in romance all over again.”
“Aren’t they?” Darcy asks, taking Tara’s hand in their own.
“You okay?” Charlie asks as he rests his forehead against Nick’s.
“I…”
“Nick, are you up here?” A voice belonging to someone the gayngels don’t care to know, calls out.
The voice continues on as both boys’ eyes widen in shock for a moment. A giggle slips between Nick’s lips; Charlie quickly joining in while they both try to shush each other between giggles.
“Whatever, mate,” the voice scoffs before it retreats.
“Good riddance,” Isaac states.
“For the record, I really like you too, Nick.” Charlie smiles.
The laptop screen fades as the collective sound of their pagers buzz.
“Darcy, you’re up.” Issac says.
“Woo!” Darcy cheers, standing up and setting down the popcorn bowl. “Come on, my love, we have baby gays to help!”
“You can’t call them that to their faces,” Tara laughs, both of them running out of the room, hands clasped together.