Dreaming Dreams of Sunlight and Wildflowers

Before Long

They had both left the scene distressed and wound up back at the hotel with only the option of room service. Which was mostly Brett's fault considering he didn't want to go out and wanted Eddy to leave even less. So they had stayed in Brett clingier than usual to which Eddy didn't say anything or particularly mind, which was suspiciously close to enjoying it in the younger's mind. Not that Brett noticed any of this.

It was barely a day and a half since the crazy accident.

They were at their usual go to for sweet bubble tea, in a booth where the sun was never in their eyes. Oh God the popping balls... so, so good. Little bursts of so, so goodness, in so, so good milk tea. They failed today, popping balls of meh. Well at least compared to the miracle in front of him.

He drew him in, in a completely sappy way and he knew he shouldn't. The way someone took in sunlight setting fire to frosted leaves and stalks of grass, or the first hesitant bloom of cherry blossom when noses and cheeks have just begun to redden. The same way that the golden summer light of the dying hour is looked upon with hope undimmed. He was, since yesterday, unveiled as every humble beauty in the world, from wild flowers in a forest to a perfectly bowed G. Brett felt he could disappear at any moment just as they did. And then felt very annoyed at the stupid part of himself that had just compared Eddy to wild flowers and sunlight. The stupid part piped up again and he squished it down like one would when juicing a stubborn lemon. He'd rather wallow than this, this... whatever it was.

"You gonna confess your undying love or something?" Eddy teased, taking a big gulp of bubble tea. Broken from his self-scolding reverie, Brett's chin fell from where it rested on his palm. His annoyance turned it's squinted eyes on his friend.

"Maybe I will, better do it quick, huh? You could throw your life away at any second." Brett bit out, stabbing his straw into his tea more times than necessary. Eddy snickered and poked Brett's hand with the wet straw he had pulled from his own tea, he made a face at the soon to be sticky skin.

"Why? See another truck coming?" Eddy says with mock surprise. "Better kiss me quick, any minute now."

Brett, who had been grumbling and wiping at the milk , felt his heart clench. He knew Eddy hadn't meant to but the absence of care for his distressed state was dampening. He both did and didn't want Eddy to see, the half hidden fear and hurt was frustrating. He sighed heavily and buried it deeper than before with a smirk and a scoff.

"Better pucker up then idiot."

And he did the lousy, dumb, annoying ass, he couldn't imagine living without. He pushed Eddy's face away, strained nervous laughter forced it's way out of him. Eddy grinned and pushed back, seeming determined. He pouted his lips again and Brett was considering letting go and watching him smack his face into the table. Eddy's knees were on the chair now, almost all of him suspended over the table by Brett's hands on his face. When his arms wobbled Brett couldn't help the genuine laugh that burst from him.

"Dude stop! Oh my God, I can't! They'll kick us out. Where will we get tea then? The tea! Eddy you'll spill it." Eddy hissed a laugh that ended in a crazy 'hah!', Brett wildly tried to keep him from falling his grin wide. "Eddy please. Stop, I'll do it if you don't. Man she's looking over please."

Eddy flopped back into his seat with a satisfied smile, that got on Brett's nerves in weirdly good way. He was staring again before long.