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"It was magical, especially for my inner child!" Luca reminisced his date with Chief last night.
"That man took me to a drive in movie! I didn't even know those still existed. On top of that, he had everything there I loved; like kit kats and stuff," Luca's eyes glistened in the splendor of Chief's actions.
"And to make it all better, Twilight was the chosen movie. God, i may just have to jump the broom for that man," He jokingly held his hands in a prayer position, then laughed.
I chuckle lightly to match his energy, masking my inner animosity towards his significant other, "I'm glad you had a good time." I graced honestly.
"Good? That was phenomenal, best date i've been on if you ask me." He romanticized.
I rolled my eyes playfully and looked down at my phone, still swarming with tons of interactions.
Me and Jeremiah's relationship seemed to shake the ground on campus. I didn't necessarily want to be so public, hence, the cons of being a public gay and black relationship. He insisted that we were though, he didn't want to make me feel like i was a secret, and that was hard to argue with.
All of it seems like a lucid dream. The random people suddenly taking an interest into my life and having a boyfriend in the first place—greatly foreign to me.
Fortunately, it's real.
"....every time we kiss, it just feels like our love is as good as new—are you listening?" He jerked his neck in my direction, feeling my attention start to disconnect.
"promise." I sweated flatly—beginning to turn my attention between both my phone and my best friend.
He looked at me smug, then continued, "Angelo, it gets even better."
"hm?" I looked up at him in confusion.
"Well, originally I was supposed to come back here, to your dorm, and debrief everything to you. That clearly didn't happen though, because he took me back to our dorm and we—"
"if you start to describe how you two had sex, i'm leaving." I cut my head up at him sternly, making him giggle.
He's very well aware of my hatred for pillow talk, smut, or anything of the sort. I promise you I don't care that you were folded like a pretzel—nor do i want to know.
"Come on! It's not even that bad! All we did was—"
"luca harris." I growled intently, serious about what I said.
