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5:37PM Just as it was starting to get dark and the purple hues of the sky painted their skins.
Alec never knew that Evan played in a band.
No, it came off as a surprise. He always had just seen him as cocky, weird, and dramatic at times. He never thought he'd think of him as "cool" up until seeing up on that stage, fingers swiftly playing over his piano.
The crowd in front of him loudly cheers and chants the lyrics along with the lead singer—a tall lanky boy with dark hair almost covering his eyes. The girls were going crazy, even some of the guys. They were all looking at him. All except Alec who was looking at the keyboardist.
He wasn't even paying attention now. What it was exactly that Kyran was yelling to his ear, the fact that the strobe lights were blinding him, and the other players in the band. Like the girl shredding the electric guitar or the drummer's sick solo. No, his focus was all on Evan.
The teal section of his hair was damp, like he was exhausted from playing over and over. And he noticed how he moved his shoulders every time he pressed on the keys a bit harder than he should.
His complete focus was on his instrument while Alec's was on him. Alec didn't care or realize that the volume was close to exploding his ear drums but he wished it would be louder, so he could hear more of what he was playing. He didn't like how it was overshadowed by the other instruments being played.
He must've been looking for too long and looked like a creep. Because suddenly Evan looks up from his keyboard to look at the crowd and his gaze was instantly drawn to the redhead. For a moment, his breathing stops—like he had been caught doing something he shouldn't have. Although the distance between them was far, he could see the green color of his eyes pierce through his.
Alec looks away quickly, almost ducks. He feels out of breath despite standing for minutes, he feels sweaty, and unnecessarily flustered. He's thankful for the crowd blocking him from the stage. He wasn't even entirely certain if it was him being looked at.
"-Dude, are you even listening to me??" Kyran yells over the loud music.
"...Wh. What?"
The taller teen didn't know if it was the spiked punch that disoriented his vision or something else.
"-I've been trying to get your attention, weren't you listening?"
"I... " Alec suddenly he had a hard time formulating words.
"Did you know Evan played the keyboard?" He asks.
"What?" Kyran puzzledly yells. Alec just nods.
"The- What are you talking about?"
"The keyboard, dude. Did you know?"
"About Evan?" Kyran wasn't sure if that was what he meant. And it was fair, 'cause since when had he ever been thinking about Evan?
"Yeah."
Kyran furrows his brows.
"I don't- Whatever, Evelyn needs us back in!"
"What? Why?"
"The lights we put up earlier weren't taped correctly, she wants us back! Said something about a public hazard and being sued."
Alec tilts his head and makes an expression.
"Just- Just come back in!"
"Okay."
He follows Kyran away from the crowd, dusting off snow from their shoes and onto the wood as they make their way back inside, all while feeling a pair of eyes on the back of his head.
9:51PM
"Thank you, guys, for helping me with the party."
"Yeah, no problem, Ev. Thanks for the invite." Alec says, willingly taking a sip of his drink from the spiked bowl.
"Where's Evan?"
Kyran and Evelyn both turn to look at Alec.
"Uh, I think he's by the door?"
"Thanks." Alec says, setting down his solo cup.
"Wait- Why did you ask?"
Alec walks away, out the billiard room and gives a small wave.
"Thanks for answering!" Evelyn shouts but Alec was already gone. Another crowd of party goers block their view.
"That was rude." She sulks, grabbing the ladle to pour herself another drink.
"Well, it's about time, don't you think?"
Evan was leaning on the arched entryway, hand in pocket, with his phone out. Incongruous with the surroundings.
"Excuse me." Alec says, walking up to him.
"Sorry." Evan steps out of the way, not even bothering to look up at the other boy.
Alec doesn't mind this, he doesn't say anything but leans on the opposite side as him.
Evan finally pulls his eyes away from the screen.
"Alec."
The redhead softly smiles at the acknowledgement.
"You need something?" Evan asks. He pockets his phone.
"Just saying hi."
He chuckles at Evan narrowing his eyes.
"Am I not allowed to?"
Evan doesn't respond. Instead, they look at eachother, maybe way too intently than they should've been.
"It's- We don't usually talk.." He states and Alec can't blame him.
"Doesn't mean we have to avoid doing so." He shrugs. Evan can't help but not hide the uncertainty in his face.
"I'm going home." The teal-haired looks away and to the main source of lights and noise, the living room.
Alec doesn't do the same, instead, his eyes stay fixated on him.
"Isn't Yandere your ride? She's pretty busy tonight."
"I'll take a cab."
"I don't see you doing anything in the mean time."
"And do you want to change that?"
Alec blinks. He wasn't sure if he had heard that right.
"What?"
Evan finally looks back at him.
"Do you want to do something with me? In the mean time."
Suddenly, the music had gotten brighter, the lights, louder. Or maybe it was the other way around. Alec didn't realize when Evan had gotten up from his spot and leaned in closer, but he did. He held his breath.
Evan tilts his head, waiting for his response. Alec nervously chuckles.
"Why are you-?"
The keyboardist doesn't say anything, just looks above them, almost pointing with his eyes and back to Alec. He puzzledly follows where his gaze had landed on, above them.
There, a new-looking mistletoe almost taunting him as he looked.
And then
He realizes.
The increased in volume of the music snaps him out of his thoughts. Evan was still staring at him. The teal-haired doesn't say anything, just stares into the eyes that had always managed to captivate him, no matter the circumstance—almost as if he wasn't allowed to look away. Or that he is never able to.
Yet in this one moment he does. Mistakenly, his eyes shift to his lips. But only for a moment. And he wasn't sure if it really was on accident.
He thought if Alec wasn't quick or attentive enough, he wouldn't capture it, but he did. He knows he did. Because his gaze was on his lips now.
Evan swallows.
He wants to do something but he can't.
After an excruciating moment of nothingness, Evan backs away but only an inch or two and Alec could suddenly breathe again.
"Sorry." He says, voice, barely above a whisper. Maybe he was disappointed or the sobriety was talking, Alec couldn't tell.
His mind was somewhere else.
Eyes, somewhere else.
"Kiss me."
Evan wasn't the type of person to drink. Especially during a gig. He watched what he ate and drank the whole evening, he never accepted the brownies that were offered to him or drank any tampered beverages. So why were his ears playing tricks on him?
"Do you want it?" Evan asks in a hushed voice.
—Yet he found himself asking.
Alec breathes in, not finding it in him to say anything.
"Maybe you should take that cab after all."
They stare into eachother longer and both can't take it anymore—and so he grabs Evan by the neck, it's warm on his hand and makes him feel a bit tingly.
And he leans in.
He doesn't know what he had expected when he did. For Evan to maybe pull away. Or for him, his body to back out. But neither happen.
The second their lips meet, Evan feels a type of dopamine that he had never felt before. With men and any woman in his life.
He feels a sense of rush go throughout his body. He feels the world around him slowly fade away into nothing, like him and Alec were the only things that mattered.
Alec's lips are soft, softer than any bed or tiled floor after working overtime. He thinks he could stay like this forever—comfortable. His tongue fits just right in his mouth, a counter piece he never thought about finding.
It's all so easy and scarily good.
Alec hums or maybe sighs in his mouth and Evan thinks its incomparable to any music produced by his songs.
But the alcohol subsides or maybe the speakers' volumes were reduced because they found themselves pulling away. It felt deadly to fully let go of each other and so their hands stayed on one another. They stand, close, just catching their breaths.
"Why'd that feel long overdue?" Evan is the first to break the tension.
Alec smiles.
The room was cold and loud but in Evan's hands, he felt warm.