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Pen and Eraser were the best of bros. The dudes who always hung out. The homies that kissed each other goodnight. A typical bromance. But on this particular day, Eraser said he wouldn’t be able to hang out tomorrow.
“What?” Pen asked, eyes wide and mouth gaping open with shock and confusion. How could his number one homie and best dude bro do this to him?
“Yeah. Gotta vacuum my house,” Eraser explained, as if that made up for his aban-dude-ment. “It’s sooooo, dusty man. If I came out after I was done I’d look like a dust bunny. So yeah, I usually wait a day.”
“Nahhh, bro, I could come to your house and hang!” Pen suggested, “That way you won't have to see broad daylight till you’re dust free.” Eraser thought for a moment.
“No way man, you’d take one look at the dust and run away screaming,” Eraser replied with a laugh, “But I suppose if you manage to make it through the dust clouds it would be great to have company. We could have some bro time.”
“Ayyyy, nice.” Pen and Eraser fist bumped and they began to walk. After a few minutes, they came to Eraser’s house.
“Sorry man, I need to go,” Eraser said, gesturing towards his house. “So I can eat dinner and stuff.”
“Yeah man, it’s chill. See you tomorrow?” Pen raised an eyebrow at Eraser.
“Yeah bro,” He replied, before stepping in his house and closing the door behind him. Pen stood there for a moment, feeling as if he was forgetting something, before he turned and began to walk away.
It wasn’t till Pen was halfway down the block that he realized why something felt off. He hadn’t kissed Eraser goodnight! And as his homie, it was a requirement. Pen turned before he quickly strode back to his bro’s house.
When Eraser heard the knocks on the door he was busy scooping the pasta into a large dish. So he quickly hurried up with it, turning to the door whilst trying to speedrun serving his dinner.
“Just come in!” He shouted at the door. “The door’s unlocked!”
Upon hearing this, Pen walked in and into the kitchen. His best bro noticed this, of course, looking more than a tad surprised.
“Pen?” The colander Eraser had been holding clattered to the ground, thankfully now empty. The two approached each other tentatively, until they were less than a foot away.
“Dude…” Pen began, “I’m so sorry. I forgot to kiss you goodnight. We’re homies. And homies always kiss homies goodnight.”
“Dude…” Tears were welling up in Eraser’s eyes, as he quickly realized his friend was right. They hadn’t kissed goodnight. How… how could either of them have forgotten? Eraser felt sick just thinking about it.
“Bro, I-” Pen what cut off as Eraser waved a hand for him to quiet down. The pink haired dude swallowed, looking like he was on the verge of a breakdown.
“I… I just… need a moment…” Eraser managed to choke out. “To… to process it. That’s all…”
“Dude, I’m so sorry-”
“I know, I just…” He looked away sadly. “I can’t believe… that both of us… both of us forgot. It’s… It’s not your fault any more than it is mine.”
Eraser reached out and held both of Pen’s hands with his own. They intertwined their fingers, comforted in the warmth of their homie’s hand.
“Ever since…” Eraser sighed before continuing. “Ever since Blocky left us… I was worried you would do the same. I miss him, I really do… I don’t want the pain to get worse.”
“Dude…” Pen’s eyes shone as he gazed deeply into Eraser’s. “I would never leave you. You’re my homie. And as homies, we’re supposed to always be there for each other. No matter what. Yeah, I miss Blocky too… But I’m sure his intention wasn’t to abandon us.”
“Dude… you’re so insightful…” The two stared into each other's eyes, as if searching for the cosmos itself in each other’s gazes. They continued to lock eye contact as they slowly leaned in towards each other.
“Dude… You’re… wow… you’re so hot dude…” Eraser said, moving a hand to his homie’s cheek. “No homo.”
“Dude… you’re like… so hot too…” Pen leaned in closer, putting an arm around his homie’s waist, so close that they were almost nose to nose. “No homo though…”
“Nah man…” The two leaned in, hesitating for a moment before they pressed their lips together and began to kiss. As their lips connected, a small spark ignited a fire within them both. The two got caught in the heat of the moment, nothing mattering more than continuing to mash their lips against each other’s.
Meanwhile, the pasta was sitting sadly in its dish, anticipating when it would finally get to be eaten. At this point, it was room temperature, having cooled off in all the time it spent waiting for Eraser and Pen to stop making out. Finally, after what seemed like hours, the two broke away.
The two homies gazed into each other's eyes, grinning from the kiss. The pasta was then finally noticed and moved to the dining room table, where Pen and Eraser sat across from each other to eat it.
“Dude…” Pen looked at Eraser with a sensual gaze, “You’re so good at kissing… no homo.” He used his fork to slowly twirl up the pasta while eyeing his homie.
“Dude…” Eraser carefully took a scoop of his own pasta, slowly yet seductively slurping it up, his eyes locked on Pen’s.
They sat there for a moment, before they both stood up, reaching across the table and locking lips again. Whilst kissing, they moved from the table, backing up against the wall. Pulling apart, they gasped for breath.
“Hey bro… you should…” Eraser narrowed his eyes, his lips parted slightly. “Stay for the night…”
“Yeah, dude…” Pen nodded, pressing up against him. “I think I should…” The two pressed their lips together again, albeit more aggressively, the two of them shuffling down the hall to Eraser’s bedroom, the door slamming shut behind them.
The poor pasta was only partially eaten, sitting on the table sadly. But hey, it was better than being in the bedroom while Pen and Eraser did… homie things. Besides, the pasta could hear all that was happening pretty well anyways.