Archive of Our Own

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Jude’s hand wavered on his phone before stuffing it in his pocket. He had got to stop tweeting in front of people. He looked forward, staring the other down. Blonde hair framed his face and Jude caught himself admiring at how the glow of the sun bounced around his hair. Red flowers bloomed around his face as he steadied himself. “What.”

Sharpness’ eyes shifted. “Uh, do you want to get on.” He gestured vaguely towards his motorcycle, it was clean, sleek, and had a messy “conexion” sprayed on. Plastered around it were a multitude of random stickers surrounding the back of the vehicle as if it was hiding something.

Jude stared back at him. “Did you seriously forget to bring your car?”

The nod back was too sheepish to be a fluke. “Yea.”

He sighed for a second before pondering if his dignity was worth riding on the back of Sharpness fucking Conexion’s motorcycle.

“Fine.”

Sharpness handed him a helmet as he got on before starting up his motorcycle. “Hold on, don’t fall off.” Jude’s felt his arms being led around Sharpness’ torso, their backs pressing tightly together. “Bro just.” Warmth creeped over his face. Sharpness turned around face way too close to Judes. “Just go.”

“You sure we can walk if you want.” Sharp reached for his handle bars, adjusting himself against the seat.

Jude could feel the dull ache in his legs from that stupid lab experiment. “Just hurry up and leave Sharp.”

The distant sound of people chatting and cars driving lulled in his head. His face felt hot against the body in front of him. Helmet lying comfortably on his head, God was he tired. Jude leaned forward, yawning, his hands relaxed against Sharpness’ stomach.

“Jude?”

“Jude, jude.” His eyes felt heavy, God why is there someone yelling at him. “Jude, we’re here, wake up.”

“Huh?” Jude blinked, rubbing his eyes. “What.” Looking up, Sharpness loomed over him, seemingly having taken off his helmet and gloves already. The shadow of the building created an overcast of a soft shine that danced around the edges of the boy in front of him.

Sharpness smiled at him. “You fell asleep, we’re here at my place.” What? Jude observed their surroundings, they stood below a giant skyscraper with people scuttering around the area.

He fucking fell asleep. God that was so embarrassing. On Sharpness’ motorcycle of all places. “Oh okay.” He slid off the bike, legs numb from the ride. Sharpness stared back at him, a smile almost creeping over his face before he slid on his usual facade.

“Hurry up, the elevator’s here.” Sharp called out. Jude followed his footsteps, he didn’t know Sharp had an apartment in the middle of the city.

Sharp felt his face grow warm, did he seriously just smile at Jude like that. There was a sort of triumph when Jude had woken up, cheeks dusted with a wave of embarrassment. Although he couldn’t get his mind of how his tan skin perfectly framed the red blooming on his face that was slowly creeping down his neck.

The ruffled hair and messy clothes Sharp wore were draped against his body as he fanned his hand attempting to get the confession of his cheeks. They boarded the elevator quietly, both looking in opposite directions, it didn’t help that the walls reflected and he could visibly see the blush painting his face.

Jude shifted about, God why did he have to fall asleep. He pulled out his phone, maybe complaining to his priv would make him feel better.

Sharpness cleared his throat, attempting to compose himself a bit. ”So, now that we’re uh in person can you tell me what the plan is?”

“Sure.” Jude’s body turned to face him, his eyes glancing over Sharpness before freezing a bit at his collarbone. Why why why did that motherfucker have to look so good? Whyyy.

His eyes found the bar beside Sharp’s arms. “Well I was thinking we could do something around the Confirmation bias, and how people’s mental self can affect their physical. Like hysteria.”

A thin veil of silence coated the atmosphere. “That sounds cool, we can do that.” Sharpness’ voice broke through before he could register the awkwardness. How long was this elevator going to take anyways? Jude searched around the room, looking around for the repetitive rows of glowing circles he had gotten familiar with over the years of living in the city.

“Godamned this elevator is so slow.” Jude complained, voice dragging out at the end. “How much longer until we get to yours?” The glow of the lights flickered for a second.

“We’re nearly at the top so not that long.”

Wait what. Had he heard that right? Jude gave Sharp a dazed stare, voice cracking. “You live on the top floor?”

“...Yea.” Sharp flinched internally, did Jude think he wasn’t well off? That certainly was a jab to his ego. A familiar ding interrupted their shared surprise. Jude stood in front of a rather wide door for an apartment building. They must be a pretty good company giving such large living spaces affordable even by college students.

The door clicked behind them, rays of radiant lights blessed his presence, a whisper of the clouds still lay reluctantly in the sky. Like silverware, Sharp’s eyes reflected the vast ocean of streets decorated with people.

“My room’s over here, let's get into planning.”