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"I mean... you could just kiss me. It's not like I'd tell anyone."
The words left Lukey's mouth like a dandelion seed caught in a breeze, drifting straight into Pangi's ear and lodging itself in his brain. And just like that, the idea, fertilized by tumultuous thought and an impending sexuality crisis, sprouted.
What if..?
Lukey wasn't bad looking. Pangi had always felt like he was honest whenever he'd commented on how his friend looked. Hot was apt.
He adored the way his hair slightly curtained over his eyes. How his eyes sparkled whenever he talked about something he was passionate about. Or even his smile, that stupid looking grin he wore when he is about to troll or lie... when he thought of Lukey, it was the only expression that always showed up in memory. And how whenever he was in thought, he always messed with something near his lips... either chewing them, chewing his fingers, placing something near them... why couldn't it be him?
So- what if... he kissed Lucas Osborn?
It wouldn't hurt. It wouldn't change anything about him. It wouldn't change anything about how he felt about Lukey. They were friends, maybe closer even. Doesn't mean that they were gay for each other did it? No. No, he was just taking up a friend's offer. As for why he felt like he'd just ran a marathon? It wasn't anxiety or fear or anything else for the matter... it was the adrenaline of trying something new. Something nobody would know.
Just them.
Their little secret.
"Fuck it. Why not?"