(Hockey BxB) Whistle In The Wind

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╔══《"No thing defines a man》══╗
like love that makes him soft."

       Lucien had just gotten off the phone with his best friend. Him and Aksel clicked in ways he couldn't put into words. He laid back down in his bed, staring at the ceiling: boring and white.

       He always enjoyed spending his time at the Lien family household more than he did at his own. At his house, he always had to deal with his bubbly mother and extroverted father who both cared too much about his boring life.

       Boring. He supposed it was boring. His only friends were guys on the school hockey team, and the only one he was really close to was Aksel. He got mediocre grades, had a median social life, and a non existent love life.

       His mind wandered to love. He always had no luck in that department. It seems that no matter how many girls showed interest in him, he could never find it in himself to reciprocate.

       Maybe I just won't ever get a crush. He wondered. But even as he thought this, he knew it wasn't true. He knew deep down, something he swore to never admit.

       His wandering thoughts were cut short. The familiar sound of his phone going off alerted Lucien from his day-dreaming. Did Aksel butt dial me? He began to question. They had only hung up within the last hour.

       Begrudgingly, Lucien stretched over to his bedside table, contorting his body to reach the ringing device. He grabbed his phone, cringing as the bright screen illuminated his face in the darkness of his room. The blackout curtains pulled over his windows blocked out the light of the moon.

       He squinted at the screen, finding it a struggle to read the words. Not only had he taken his contacts out, causing the world around him to be blurry, but his dyslexia helped him little in deciphering the name at the top of the screen.

       Váli. His mind registered the unfamiliarity. He sprung upright in bed. Váli? His mind searched for a possible explanation but came up empty. He and Váli had only shared passing words, and only in the presence of Aksel. The two were never close, but like a shadow, Váli was always around. He seemed to follow Lucien, taunting him.

       Without wasting another second, Luc accepted the facetime, suddenly scared that something had happened. However, upon accepting, the screen showed only a ceiling. Silence followed.

       Letting out a sigh of relief, Lucien moved his thumb to hover over the hang up button. He accidentally called, it's no biggie. He reassured himself.

       Before he was able to press the red button, he heard the shifting of blankets. "Hello?" he spoke quietly into the phone. Upon uttering those words, the screen--which once displayed a plain white ceiling--changed.

       Did I wake him up? Lucien contemplated. All of the sudden, his heart stopped. He could only watch, paralyzed as Vál picked up his phone, facing it toward himself.

       With his eyes still closed, and his mind not yet conscious, he slowly rubbed at his face. Lucien could only watch in debilitating silence. A distant light lit up his face, and Luc found his eyes mapping every surface. His long eyelashes, which were light colored like his hair. His nose, which was small and cute–Wait what.

       Quickly, Luc looked away from the screen. How long have I been holding my breath? He found it hard to suck in, attempting many times before finally breathing deeply.

       A small groan brought his attention back to the sleeping boy. Lucien watched in utter amazement as the younger began mumbling in his sleep. Like a potion had captivated him, Luc couldn't look away. Every atom in his body was screaming at him to hang up and forget this even happened, but his body remained frozen.