Falling (Reki/Langa)

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So, Langa had a problem. You see, something had happened. And it had to do with Reki. 

Langa did not know how to deal with it. What had happened? Well Langa and Reki were watching a movie. And it had been a long week. You know, one of those weeks where every minute feels like an hour? Yeah. It had been a week like that. Obviously, Langa had been very, very tired. So when the movie turned out to be pretty boring, Langa had fallen asleep almost immediately. 

The problem had occurred while he was sleeping. Basically, he'd had a dream. A very weird, and odd dream which probably didn't mean anything. But in this dream, Reki kissed him. 

Now I hear you thinking; ah, what a strange dream. Langa must've laughed about it, and then forgotten it ever happened. That's what most friends would do, after all.

Well, the thing is: Langa couldn't stop thinking about it. He was thinking about it so much that he couldn't bring himself to come close to Reki anymore. Langa was so self-conscious that he even ended up forgetting his bag. After about an hour of nervous shifting, and trying to ignore the loud pounding of his heart, he had gotten up, stretched like he had slept for weeks and very loudly stated. "WELL THAT WAS FUN. SEE YOU SOON" and left. 

He’d only realised that wasn’t exactly normal etiquette for leaving a friends house, once he was standing outside again. Hopefully Reki would just assume it was a Canadian thing. Langa felt like he could get away with a lot if he just said that. Reki would probably fall for it. 

But that’s besides the point. What was Langa supposed to do now? Would he be able to face Reki at school on monday? And why the fuck did he keep tasting cheese? He didn’t even eat cheese.

Reki wasn’t doing much better. When Langa left in such a rush, he realised something. He must know. Langa must’ve woken up, and pretended to be asleep. Which means that he knows. There is no other possibility. Reki messed up, and Langa thinks he’s disgusting. He felt like crying. He was alright with the… feelings he had. He wasn’t alright with losing his best friend.

So what now. Should he apologise? Wait no. Think. Maybe Langa just needs some time. He probably won't hate me for this, Reki realised, but he will need some time. Who wouldn't? So, let's give him some space.

For the entire weekend, Reki managed to suppress the urge to text Langa. He even avoided the skate ramp where they always met up. Honestly, Reiki didn’t even skate. That was rare. A day not skated, is a day not lived after all. But he was happy to make that sacrifice. Because if he didn’t go, that meant that Langa could skate without being bothered by him. 

It’ll be worth it, just a bit more, and he will talk to me again.

Coincidentally, that’s also what Langa kept telling himself. Don’t ask how, but Reki must have figured out. He knows about the dream. He must. It’s already Sunday evening, and he still hadn’t texted Langa. Which obviously means he’s either disgusted, or furious. Langa could only think of two ways in which Reki could have figured out. One, Langa said something in his sleep. Two… Langa grew red just at the thought of it. Nope. Let’s just hope that wasn’t the case. Because if that was true? Their friendship would pretty much be doomed.

Though, over the weekend Langa had realised one thing: Their friendship might be doomed either way. Because he hadn’t exactly stopped thinking about that dream. And at this point, it wasn’t the only dream he’d had about his friend either. At this point he was rather sure that he didn’t want it to be just a dream. 

Langa had gone to the skate park twice today, waiting for Reki to show up. He hadn’t, and it broke Langa’s heart. It was then that Langa realised that whatever he felt for Reki wasn’t important right now.

All that was important, was getting Reki to trust him again. No, even getting Reki to talk to him again would be enough. Even if it meant bottling up these newly discovered feelings. 

Just one more night, and he’d have to face him again.