(Hockey BxB) Whistle In The Wind

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╔══《"I believed you were crazy,》══╗
you believed that you loved me."

       "Stop! Get away!" Aksel yelled, standing up. Laughing, Lucien focused on the television in front of them.

       "Admit I'm better than you!" Lucien smirked.

       "I refuse!" Aksel interjected. The two had been arguing back and forth for hours.

       "I win! Hah!" Lucien grinned, standing up to cheer.

       "I give up!" Aksel complained, throwing his controller on the ground. The two were sitting on bean bags in Aksel's room.

       "Yes!" Lucien cheered. Throwing themselves on Aksel's bed, both boys' chests puffed heavily. Who knew video games could get them so worked up. After a minute of silence, they had calmed down completely.

       "What time is it?" Aksel asked, unmoving from his spot on the bed. Huffing, Lucien sat half up, reaching for his phone in his back pocket. The screen lit up, the time reading 6:32 p.m. at the top in big white letters.

       Lucien angled the phone toward his friend, letting Aksel read the number. Nodding, Aksel acknowledged the time. "Dude, you really gotta get a new lock screen. The generic apple one is kinda lame," Aksel commented, "Not to be mean."

       "Hey what's wrong with this one? It's not generic, it's the moon. The moon is cool!" Lucien argued with a pout.

       "I wasn't trying to diss the moon! I'm just saying," Aksel shrugged, "Usually lock screen's are like, a pretty sunset, or something sentimental."

       Pausing, Lucien chose his words carefully. "It's not like I have a girlfriend, or partner, or whatever," he mumbled.

       "We gotta get you one, man," Aksel said, standing up. "Come on, let's go get some dinner," he urged. Not having to be told twice, Lucien hopped up. He was hungry, hungry enough for the famous 'Lien family's cooking'.

       While he didn't know Vál's favorite color, or even his middle name, he did know he was a killer chef. And, he did know, he supposed, his in depth skin care routine.

       With his mouth watering, he followed on Aksel's tail as they bounded downstairs. Lucien knew it was love at first sniff, rushing into the kitchen. At the table, three servings of fettuccine alfredo and breaded chicken were present. One smaller portion, and two heaping portions. Vál sat on one side, and Lucien and Aksel's spots were next to each other on the other side.

       They had unofficial-official seats at the dinner table. In his seat, Lucien was sitting across from Vál.

       Looking up from the sink, Vál smiled at the two. "I wondered when you would smell dinner."

       "Du er en helgen (You're a saint), takk (thanks) Váli," Aksel beamed, taking his designated seat. Quietly, the two others followed suit, the sound of scraping chair legs against hardwood floor echoing through the room.

       "I was just saying--" "--that I have to--" "--find Luc a girlfriend, "Aksel piped in between chews of food.

       "Ew, dude, chew with your mouth closed," Lucien grimaced, "And I don't want a girlfriend! I've told you this already," he whined.

       "Okay but, what are you gonna do if I'm busy! You have no other friends, let's be real," Aksel joked, the humor not quite reaching Lucien.

       Looking up from his plate, Luc made eye contact with Vál. He had a couple noodles hanging out of his mouth, as he paused mid bite. His eyes were big, and he stared back.