trash star - punznap

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"are you coming to my house on friday?" a voice snickers upon hearing his footsteps approach.

the whole bathroom already reeks of weed. someone clearly got impatient.

"i guess i have to."

he passes the last stall, and on the windowsill sits luke with a lit joint in his mouth. the sun shines on the side of his face through dirty glass. his eyes seem to glitter like the ocean.

"mhm, you have to? you just couldn't stay away from me? not even-"

"because my friends are forcing me to go. get your mind out of the gutter, idiot."

blondie chuckles, blowing a puff of smoke in nick's direction.

"i'd much rather stay home and sit on my ass alone all night than go to your fucking party, but i didn't have a choice."

he climbs up on the windowsill and gets comfortable beside the other boy, even though he'd choose suffering through three hours of detention over sitting squeezed up next to luke like this.

"your friends seem like good people, who are they?"

the question feels like a jab at nick's struggle with popularity. of course luke wouldn't know his friends, because he's just a loser.

he's just a loser while luke has everything in his grip, everyone wrapped around his pinkie. the boys carry him on his throne and the girls polish his crown, and nick despises it.

"none of your business," he mutters.

"that blond guy with the wavy hair, that's clay, right? he's hot, i would-"

"no, you wouldn't!" nick interrupts, "dude, shut up about my friends! none of them would sleep with you, you asshole."

luke makes a face like he's pretending to be taken aback.

"okay, protective much? that's cute."

nick rolls his eyes, "whatever, just- i don't get how you're so open about this shit."

"so open about what? wanting to fuck people?"

"yeah and like, wanting to fuck other dudes and shit.."

he could've predicted the smug smirk he promptly receives.

"are you jealous of me? of my confidence?"

luke grabs nick's chin and tilts his head up. his eyes are big and blank, and his stature is as small and submissive as always.

"no, i just don't understand," he says.

"i bet you wish you were brave enough to come out like me," luke coos.

"i'm not gay though."

"neither am i-"

"yeah, but i'm straight."

luke's expression softens. he uses the back of his hand to stroke nick's cheek, slowly and carefully.

blondie usually talks so much and never runs out of topics to discuss or insults to throw left and right, but this time - for the first time - he doesn't have anything to say.

he runs his fingers through messy hair, detangles it and fixes it until it looks nice. it's an unusually caring gesture coming from him. nick would've been relaxed if it wasn't for the burning joint hanging from luke's mouth, just teasing him with that stinging herbal smell.

"can you pass it already?" he grunts, ruining the peaceful silence.

"only if you give me a kiss first," luke declares nonchalantly.