They always have their hands on each other. Whether it was holding hands, gentle arm rubs, gingerly rubbing the pad of their thumbs over the other's burning knuckles; you name it. They tried to be subtle, which was the cute part. Especially since they were polar opposites. Levi, the slightly taller one with a black undercut, was introverted and recluse from the world. He wore all black, and rarely any other color. Connie, the shorter one with a shaved head and widows peak, was obnoxious and wasn't afraid to show affection to anyone who deserved it. He wore a multitude of colors; a walking rainbow. But, at the same time, they complimented each other. It was like a homosexual, literary orgy with poop jokes sprinkled in. It was. . .
Beautiful.
Everything a relationship should be.
But, they were too embarrassed to admit they were completely, utterly. . . Gay, for each other. And not because their society was against gays or anything (actually, their society ran based on how many homosexuals were in the area. If their was a lot, that town was exiting. If there was too little, the town's death rate would be high.), but because they were so blinded by love they didn't even realize they were in love! And they were just in high school, too afraid to say anything was certain; afraid of change.
Sasha Braus was going to change that, she decided one day as she ate lunch. Connie was her best friend, and hung out with her as much as he does with Levi, which she was grateful for, but it bugged her that he never brought the quiet kid up. Why someone so bright and stupid decided to hang with him when he was the exact opposite of him. But no matter, she would get an answer.
She slammed her locker shut after Science, and stomped up to them. With a mischievous look in her eyes, she asked: "So are you two dating?" She asked with such conviction, such boldness, that all Levi could do was get bright red. As if she knew.
Connie only grinned, grabbing Levi hand for support. Sure, the quiet kid had a hard time articulating his feelings (unless he was being blunt in French), but the bald teen found that endearing somehow. So he didn't say anything, and let the slightly taller man blush himself into another dimension.
Finally, as the late bell rang, he stuttered out a quiet, violent, "W-what. . .?"
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Fiksi Penggemar( KAIROS : a time when conditions are right for the accomplishment of a crucial action )
