bunny boys[ohmtoonz]

hat tricks

YeeT I FINISHED IT FINALLY after 24 years of procrastination i wrote this.

Also shoutout to the one n only Bryce McQuaid for making fucking twitch emotes of his cats?? Like What even???

And I'm gonna apologize in advance because idk how to write people arguing. This book is a lot of testing ground for me tbh.

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"Did- did he lock us in?" Ryan stares in disbelief at the door to the restrooms. He watches as Luke angrily kicks at it, not caring whether he breaks it down or not.

Luke gives out some strange, frustrated noise, slamming a fist into it. "Fucking hell! Bryce McQuaid, you sack of shit, get back here!"

(Wow, angry much? Where did this anger even come from?)

There's nothing but giggles from the other side. "You guys make up! Sort out your feelings and be happy! Trust me, you guys have a lot to say to each other!"

They both stare at each other. It's dead silent. Do they go with Bryce's plan? Or do they break the door down? Ryan's sure Luke is capable of breaking it down. Does he know this door is a public door, though? Like... they're in a coffee shop. He can't just destroy the door like this-!

"Luke! Stop!" Ryan moves to grab Luke's fist and hold it tightly, pulling it away from the innocent door and the not-so-innocent man behind it. "We're in a fucking coffee shop! You can't just break the door down like this!"

Luke doesn't hesitate to respond with a bitter, "Oh, but Bryce can lock us in? That's socially acceptable?"

"W- well, not really, but..."

Ryan is now realizing that Luke has a point, as much as he hates to admit it. How did Bryce get them into a place like this, and manage to lock them in a fucking restroom with no consequences?

He wants to call out to Bryce, but he's almost positive he won't be getting an answer anytime soon. So he squeezes Luke's fist tightly in an attempt to be reassuring, and smiles. "Come on. It... we don't have to actually talk. He'll let us out eventually."

"We don't have to talk? What, the same way you didn't talk to me?"

Ouch. Okay, so maybe Ryan did a stupid.

"It- it wasn't my fault," he sputters out. "I- I just-"

Luke rolls his eyes. "Oh, it's not my fault that I chose deliberately to not speak to you, now ain't it?"

"I panicked! I panicked, okay?! Excuse me for being surprised by a question! I didn't think we would have that conversation!" Ryan crosses his arms out of habit and gives Luke a stern look. "What does it matter what we are?! We're friends, aren't we?"

Luke steps away from Ryan, clenching his fists. "Friends don't just get all kissy-kissy with each other, you dumb fuck," he shouts, making Ryan flinch.

"Okay, okay! Maybe you're right," he whines. "I just didn't think we needed a label! You like me, and I guess I like you too and-"

"You guess?! You fucking guess?! Gee," Luke yells, "I guess I might as well go shove my dick into a fucking blender!"

Ryan isn't sure what it is about Luke's tone that pisses him off. Yes, he panicked a bit, but dear lord is this an overreaction. He wants to say that Luke should go take his nice beard, his muscles and charming personality and go fuck himself. He wants to tell Luke to pull his head out of his ass and stop wearing it as a hat, or to stop taking out his own insecurities or whatever on him. Ryan wants to do it so, so badly. The words are on the tip of his tongue, he can feel his chest puffing up with air so he can scream and yell and give this bastard a piece of his mind and...