Taking The Plunge (The Puppy Honey Series)

Domesticity

"Earth to Pick. Hellooooo. Dude."

No response.

Porshe picks a piece of eraser from the table and expertly chucks it at his best friend's head. He's had a lot of practice and the item squarely hits Pick in the side of his head.

"What the fuck-!" Pick jolts at the sudden attack and grabs the nearest thing he can get his hands on, which happens to be a whiteboard marker and Porshe thanks the angels above that it's not the pair of scissors a few inches away from it.

Porshe single-handedly catches the whiteboard marker, "What?! That was the only way I could get your attention. I've been wasting my breath talking for the past ten minutes and your gaze has been glued to Rome the entire time." He jerks a thumb to where the junior was doing the explaning for an upcoming club project near the whiteboard.

"He's more appealing than you'll ever be." Pick mutters under his breath. "Besides, it's not like I wasn't paying attention."

"Really?" Porshe's tone is doubtful (and he has every reason to feel so). "What was I saying then?"

"Something about..." Pick keeps a straight face on. "...I have no fucking idea."

"Why are you even the vice president of this club?"

"Because we're the only two older seniors and you forced me into it?"

Porshe's laughter is full of disbelief, "Like how you forced Rome into joining the club two years ago?"

Pick shrugs a shoulder, "Hey, if I hadn't done that, you wouldn't be dating Emma and she'd still think that we're two psychopaths stalking her and her best friend."

"...you're right." Pick simply shoots him a smug-as-fuck smile in return. "So...did you work things out with your parents?"

"My dad is...surprisingly okay with it. I think my mom needs a little more time to wrap her mind around the fact that her one and only son is dating a man."

"Just give her more time. Besides, it's not like you were keen to jump on the fucking wagon yourself in the past, King of Denial." Porshe reminds his best friend and Pick glares because really?

"You may be my best friend, Ai'Porshe, but I can still kick your ass."

x.x.x

"P'Pick, can you spend the night at my place today?"

Pick's about to swallow a mouthful of soda and at that sudden request, he sprays it all out. Rome whines at being pelted in the face by droplets of sticky Coke, taking out a pack of wet tissues from his bag.

"What the heck are you saying?"

"What?" Rome scrubs at his face. "I'm just asking if you can sleep over tonight." At his boyfriend's stricken expression, Rome hastily rephrases his words, "I don't mean it like that! Get your head out of the gutter!" He pinches his boyfriend on the arm. "It's just that my pór is out of town for work and mae's sleeping over at my aunt's house to take care of her. And...I don't want to stay alone at home. It's scary."

"Scary?" Pick echoes in completely disbelieving tone. "You watch a shit ton of horror and gore movies."

"That's different, P'!" Rome whines. "I know all that stuff that I watch is fake. But it's different when I'm home alone. Besides, P'Nai used to come ov-" He claps a hand over his mouth.

"That's why your mae said he used to come over often."

Rome takes a long gulp of his drink to avoid answering, but finally meekly replies, "That was waaaaaay before we started dating."