(Hockey BxB) Whistle In The Wind

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╔══《"I forget my first love,》══╗
like you forget a daydream."

       "Woah, who died?" Lucien questioned the moment he opened the passenger car door. It was silent. "Aksel's shitty music isn't even playing."

       "My music isn't shitty! Yours is even more shitty," Aksel complained, speaking for the first time since he entered the car. 

      "What's wrong with Megan Thee Stallion? And you never answered my question!" he persuaded.

     "Nobody died, dude."

    "Then why is the vibe so dead in here, something definitely happened," Luc pushed, situating himself in the seat. Pulling the seat belt over and clicking it into place, Aksel changed gears before pulling out.

       "I don't know, man. It's just one of those mornings," Aksel sighed, clearly attempting to end this conversation.

       "Okay dude, whatever," Lucien huffed, turning to the back seat. Váli was already looking at him, amber meeting ice. Willing himself to look away from the entrancing eyes, Lucien shook his head slightly.

       Váli just half-smiled, his pink lips separating to reveal a sliver of white teeth in between them. He has good hygiene. Lucien noted to himself, suddenly remembering the in depth skin-care routine belonging to Vál.

       Stretching out, Lucien placed his dirty Chucks on the dash. "Dude, put your feet down," Aksel nudged, glancing over to his right.

       "What's the big deal?" Lucien furrowed his brows.

       "You're gonna get dirt on my dash."

       "If you're worried about some dirt on the dash you need glasses. There's no way you can miss all the scratches and dents in this old thing," Lucien scoffed, but planting his feet back on the ground anyway.

        "Plus, if I crash and the airbag comes out it'll crush your legs up and fold you like a sandwich. You'd be paralyzed, at best," Aksel retorted without wasting a second.

       "Dude, you know I get road anxiety. That was not necessary," Luc pouted, looking over to see Aksel smiling. That morning had gone smoothly for Lucien, having woken up early enough to make coffee and breakfast.

       He had skipped to the car, oblivious to the contrasting morning of his best friend. When he first entered, the tension in the car was so thick it could be cut with a knife. After cracking a joke, Lucien finally felt the weight lift ever so slightly.

       Able to settle in at last, he closed his eyes and breathed in deeply for a couple long breaths. "What the fuck are you doing. Meditating, or some shit?" Aksel laughed, looking over at the passenger's seat. "Did your mom get you on her yoga spiel?" he joked.

       "Hey! Don't diss on yoga before you try it," Luc defended, "Can you touch your feet to your head when on your stomach? I don't think so," he smirked.

       "Dude, when will I ever need a skill like that. And I highly doubt you're flexible enough for that, don't lie to my face." Aksel challenged. "That's the kind of shit Váli can do easily. Look at your body, and then look at Vál's. Notice any physical differences?" Aksel laughed, pointing to the obvious fact that Lucien was much more built than Váli.

       "Just because I'm more beefy doesn't mean I'm any less bendy," he backed, glancing back at Váli. His head was cocked in interest, clearly having been listening to their conversation. The hoodie he wore concealed his body, but his thin wrists and delicate neck hinted at his lean physique.