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From the day that Coy moved into the Bunch of Friends house and saw Anthony in person for the first time since June, his heart dropped deeply. Sure, for the past month and a half he had been prepping himself to see Anthony, but he still was not prepped enough it felt like. Anthony turned to face Coy as he walked in, Anthony sat at the couch across from the front door. He smiled a little bit.
"Hey, Coy," Anthony greeted, standing up. Hanbon rushed in from the other room, beaming with excitement. She nearly gave Coy whiplash with how quickly and tightly she hugged him. She giggled a little bit too.
"Coy!!!" Hanbon grinned, seeming like a sugared-up toddler compared to Anthony. He was always so calm and composed, it nearly gave Coy a headache. Coy smiled back to the two. "Hey, guys."
Coy looked around for Will or any other signs of life in the house as Hanbon finally pulled away. He tilted his head like a puppy. "Where is Will?" The simple question prompted a sigh from Anthony.
"Oh, running late as always. Something about traffic," He shook his head. Coy let out a small sound that was almost a chuckle, but Coy wasn't going to let Anthony know the effect that his jokes had on him. Anthony still acknowledged this, though. He smirked at Coy, shaking his head. "It's okay to admit I'm funny."
Coy rolls his eyes at this comment of Anthony's. He was never going to admit this, not in front of Anthony. Coy looks out the door at his car. "I need to unpack." He says, moving out of the house and towards his car.
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Coy appreciated the quietness of his bedroom as he unpacked his things, settling into the new environment. This would be a new beginning for Coy, one where Anthony wouldn't be all that to him. Hopefully.
His peace was interrupted as Will burst in. He was grinning, looking way too excited. Coy smiled as he met Will's eyes. Will always had such a calming aura, which may be thanks to his sweet smell or the way he smiled at nearly anything. Either way, Coy never had an issue with Will. He always saw him as a good friend, someone who Coy could fall back onto.
"Hey, dude," Will says cheerfully as he plops himself onto the corner of Coy's bed. The mattress sunk down with the added weight, a spring creaking. "Jeez, your bed is loud." That phrase made Coy laugh softly.
"Hi, Will. Have you unpacked?" Coy asks. Will hums, looking down. "Uh, no. I got here and Hanbon and Anthony bombarded me with pizza and questions." Coy paused. Pizza? When did they order pizza? Will noticed the look on Coy's face.
"They ordered pizza and nobody told me?" Coy asks, his eyebrows furrowing ever so slightly. "Oh- Yeah, I can go get you a slice if you'd like me to?" Will says, tilting his head a bit. Coy shakes his head. "It's fine, I ate at McDonald's on my way here." He shrugged. Will nodded. "Okay."
The rest of the afternoon, Coy and Will caught up on things they hadn't talked about since they'd seen each other last. Which wasn't too much. Their company was sweet and calm. The pair had always been so good with each other, making it easy for them to spend so much time together. The afternoon sun slowly dipped below the surface, letting the early evening moon into the sky. Will finally stood, Coy's bed springs groaning softly once again.
"I think I'm going to unpack in the morning. I drove a lot today and I'm ready for bed," Will says, smiling a little at Coy. "Goodnight, Coy." Will says as he steps out of his room, closing the door softly as he left.
Coy, excited to finally be alone once again, laid back onto his bed. He sighed quietly, thinking to himself. He bit his lip, rolling over to grab his phone and airpods. Coy slips an airpod into each ear, pressing play onto a playlist he made. Conan Gray's voice filled his ears, immediately recognizing the song. This Song.
Anthony's face flashed into Coy's brain as the lyrics poured into his ears. Coy clenches his eyes shut.
The first half of the song already had Coy's eyes burning with tears. He hides his face into a pillow as the next line plays.
'We drive through the suburbs,
And you're playing all of your favorite songs,'
The memories flashed through the poor boy's mind. Anthony and him in the peak of June, driving through different parts of Anthony's town after they finished filming his episode of Couch Surfing. The two clicked that day, nearly bursting the speakers with their music and trash karaoke.
'You joke 'bout your mother,
She can't help but cry when she hears Elton John,'
Coy remembered how, just before filming, Anthony received a call from his mom. It was hilarious, her timing was. The two made jokes about it for the rest of Coy's stay and after when they would text. Coy thought of how sweet that Anthony's relationship with his mom was. They were nearly best friends.
'You're singing obnoxious, I'm laughing like spring,
Your brown racer jacket, my hands through the sleeves,'
Coy bit down on his lip even harder, wishing he could go back. He would do anything to feel the same as he did in June. There had been a heavy storm, resulting in Coy wearing a jacket of Anthony's for the evening. It was such a bittersweet moment, one that Coy craved daily.
'The smell of your perfume is all over me,
I can't wash it off, so it's easy to see.'
That evening, Coy and Anthony had to share a room since the AC in the living room was down and it was nearly 80 degrees in the living room alone. Coy reeked of Anthony afterwards, a scent that was so hard to replicate. That was one of the last nights Coy liked sleeping.
Coy allowed himself to cry just a little longer, it was only fair. As he slowly stopped, he checked his phone and- just by his luck- the clock hit 11:11pm. He froze for only a moment, his brain thinking for him. He wished for Anthony to notice how he felt, and maybe for him to reciprocate his feelings.
Moments after this thought, Coy's brain went quiet and he drifted off into sleep.
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The next morning, Coy's ears ached. He reached up to feel them, feeling something hard. A little confused, he pulls out an airpod, his eyes widening. "Fuck." He murmurs as he pulls the other out. He glances at his phone. It was already noon and Coy's phone was at 32%. He sighs, sitting up. He glances at himself in a mirror, his ears and eyes red. Coy's eyebrows furrowed, but just as soon as that happens, he remembered the night before. He blushes deeply, pinching the bridge of his nose.
As Coy finally drags himself out of bed, he stretches. Hearing his joints crack and loosen, he feels a little more stabilized. He looks at his outfit- the same one he wore yesterday. That prompted a soft blush onto his cheeks. Coy opens his dresser, picking out an outfit for the day. Making his way out of his room, he spots Anthony doing the same. Coy paused for a moment, taking in Anthony's sleepy appearance. Anthony finally looks over, smiling.
"Morning, Coy," Anthony greets, yawning a little. "How was your first night here?"
Coy shrugged a little. "It was fine. Slept good." He said, not in the mood for small talk, especially not with Anthony. Anthony's smile turned into a smirk at that. "Someone's not a morning person." He teases. Coy glares at him, brushing past him down the stairs.
Meeting Will and Hanbon in the kitchen, Coy kind of smiled. Anthony followed close behind. "Morning." Anthony speaks over Coy, nearly pushing by him. Coy huffs, moving away.
Hanbon smiles, hugging Anthony. "Good morning, friends! Coffee?" Her voice chimed through the house, breaking the bit of tension between Anthony and Coy. Will watched the interaction silently.
Anthony hums. "Yeah, sure." He replies, grabbing a mug and letting Hanbon fill it. A little drips onto the floor, which Anthony steps on with his sock to get rid of it. Will gives him a shocked look.
"Ew, Anthony! What the hell?" Will finally speaks up, making Anthony laugh a little. He shrugs. "My socks will be fine after a wash." He says, looking down at his slightly stained footie socks. Will still looked a bit icked out, but he'd be fine.
Coy finally spoke after waiting his turn. "So... are we gonna make a post?" He tilts his head. Hanbon perked up at that.
"Yes! Let's take a picture together and post it on Instagram!" She cheers, excited to take a photo with her new best friends.
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Several hours and one trashy photoshoot later, the group finally had a cute picture to post to announce their new group. Logging into the group account on the computer and captioning the post, Hanbon took the honors of uploading the post at last. She squealed with pure, girlish joy that seemed to spread amongst everyone else.
They all decided a fun activity to do for the evening would be watching a movie, drinking beer, and laying on their shitty couch.
"I wish someone would build us a couch." Anthony said as he finished his second beer. Coy looked over and sighed. "Lazy ass..." He mumbles. Anthony tosses one of the throw pillows Hanbon provided at Coy's face, making him huff. "Fuck off, Anthony."
Anthony laughed at that. "Awwh, little Coy is angry," He teases. "Whatcha gonna do about it?" Anthony smirks. He knew Coy was getting worked up. Will finally butts in.
"Guys, stop. We're supposed to be a bunch of friends. Not a bunch of angry people..." He pouts. Coy sighed, he knew Will was right.
"Sorry, Will." Anthony and Coy both said it in unison, prompting Hanbon to try and say it with them. Her failing made the group laugh once again. Maybe Hanbon would be a vice for this big bunch of friends.