B - "how are you actually this bad at a game?"
L - "oh, shut up. you're not any better yourse— HEY WHAT THE FUCK?! HOW DID YOU KILL ME ??!
B - "becauuusee im actually good at this game. i actually know how to play it, im actually not literal dogshit."
L - "alright listen here you motherfu—"
it was around 3am. liam and bryce sat on the couch, playing a random video game bryce had laying around for years. they'd gone through three pizzas somehow (fucking fatasses). all the lights were off except for the console they were playing on, giving the room a nice late night atmosphere.
L - "ALLLRIGHT. YOU KNOW WHAT?! YOU KNOW WHAT??"
B - "WHAT? DO I KNOW WHAT? THAT YOU SUCK AT THIS GAME? YEAH, I KNOW, IM PLAYING IT WITH YOU."
L - "FUUUUCK YOU !!"
B - "FUCK YOU TOO !! I WISH I DATED TEXTY INSTEAD OF YOU"
L - "OH YEAH? I WISH I DATED AIRY INSTEAD OF YOU"
B - "woah. airy..? didn't you try to kill him?"
L - "..yeah. i guess i succeeded since he's dead now."
B - "no. he died from falling down a waterfall, not from you hitting him with an axe. everyone knows you cant get a single kill."
L - *sniffle.* "i don't like you."
B - "what? well i don't like you either."
liam stood up and crossed his arms with his eyes closed, muttering to himself. in response bryce spread out on the couch, laying on his back. he just played on his phone, waiting for liam for do something while looking like he didn't care. liam finally sat on the couch: on the armrests since there was no more room on the main part.
B - "liam."
he turned his head to look at bryce.
B - "wanna cuddle or not?"
liam smiled a bit and blushed, not saying anything. he stood up and walked to the front of the couch, looking down at bryce. after just a second bryce grabbed liam's arm, pulling him onto himself. they wrapped their arms around each other, happy to be with the other.
the room was peaceful and quiet. fuck wings and halos, this was actual heaven to both of them. just the two of them, silently bonding.
a question popped into liam's mind, breaking peaceful silence to ask it.
L - "hey bryce? can i ask you something?"
B - "sure. what is it?"
bryce stroked his fingers through liam's hair, listening to what he was asking with his eyes closed.
L - "do you.. regret the plane..? you know, being on ONE? i.. i know we didn't have a choice if we wanted to be on it or not but.. if you could go back in time and stop airy from sending you there, would you..?
bryce opened his eyes and stopped playing with liam's hair. he looked down at liam, seeming almost startled by the question.
B - "oh.. wow uh... that's definitely not like what i was expecting you to ask. but, i guess not. i wouldn't have met you. and if we hadn't gone on it, we wouldn't have been able to stop airy."
...
L - "yeah.. that's my answer too."
