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𝒦 for Karaoke [PG10]

K for Karaoke

"Sing it, Pierre!" I laughed as he grabbed the microphone, bringing it to his lips to sing Sweet Caroline.

We had the idea of doing karaoke to compare who could sing better, but it got out of hand after a couple of bottles of wine.

I was laughing uncontrollably, clutching my stomach while lying on the sofa and Pierre was in another world, singing his heart out.

"Sweeeeeeeeeeeeet Caroliiiiiiiiiiiine!" he shouted, the microphone screeching from the loud noise.

I had tears in my eyes from laughing so much, and when the song finished, I applauded like crazy for my best friend.

We had known each other for over two decades now. We were inseparable. Anything we did, we told the other. There were no secrets.

And yet, both of us kept something hidden from the other.

A feeling that had grown over the years. I couldn't pinpoint when I began feeling them, but I know they are true and beautiful.

Pierre sat down next to me, leaning his head against the headrest. He was grinning like a madman, exhausted from his performance.

"What now?" I asked, holding my head up while facing him, "Another song?"

He shook his head: "No. No more."

While he lay there with his closed eyes, I watched every detail of his face with utter awe. Some part of me had only now realised how much I felt for him.

I felt my hand inch closer to his cheek, hovering over his skin as if it were the most delicate thing, threatening to be destroyed if merely touched.

"What are you doing, Y/n?" he asked, keeping his eyes closed.

My hand was immediately pulled back and I got nervous: "Nothing. Sorry."

Now he turned his head to face me and looked me dead in the eyes: "Spill it."

I frowned but he didn't let it go: "Whatever's bothering you, tell me now."

My heart was pounding; I couldn't think clearly. There was only one way I would come out of this: by telling him the truth.

Pierre could easily tell when I was lying, and most of the time this was actually something positive. But in this moment I just kept wishing he couldn't see through me.

My gaze lowered to my lap and he sat up, stretching his hand out to grab mine: "Hey. Tell me."

I looked into his eyes, contemplating every possible outcome.

"There's not really any good way to tell you this," I began, him concentrating on my words.

I hesitated: "Can you- can you close your eyes?"

Pierre grinned: "What does that mean?"

I shoved him, making him laugh: "Come on! This is serious."

He gave in: "All right, all right, I'll close my eyes."

As he did, I felt myself getting more and more nervous. But this moment was ours. Just the two of us, enjoying another evening together like we had done for the past twenty years.

There was nothing new about it.

But as I leaned in, I knew that there were two options ahead of me: either he kissed me back, or he pulled back, in which case we'd blame it on the alcohol and go on with our lives, a knife of regret piercing into my heart anytime I saw him.

When my lips touched his, the initial moment felt like an eternity. I couldn't tell what Pierre was thinking or doing, until out of nowhere, he pulled back.

My heart clenched, a wave of regret approaching.

But then, I felt him grab my hands: "Y/n."

I opened my eyes and looked at him. There was no disgust on it or embarrassment. I saw only worry.

Pierre squeezed my hands: "Are you sure?"

The way he said those words made me want to throw myself into his arms and let him hold me until I fell asleep. Even while giving him something that I'm sure he had been waiting years for, his first instinct was to care for my well-being.

A tear slipped down my cheek as I smiled at him: "I've never been more sure about anything in my life."

He smiled and grabbed my cheek, pulling me towards him to join our lips again. This time both of us pressed against each other, without hesitation or fear.

Pierre wrapped his arms around me, feeling relieved that this moment was happening. And I'd be lying if I weren't relieved, too.

As he kissed me, I felt nothing but joy.

This was meant to be.

This was right.

*****

Hello my sweethearts,

another week, another exciting Carlando podium!

love you all,

x

Brooke

P.S. we reached 100k??? When did that happen??? I can't thank you enough <33