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Homecoming Kiss ~ Rosenwalker

So I heard in a YouTube vlog that apparently during rehearsal for Homecoming Joe and Brian made out while performing the final scene for backers, but it didn't make it into the show??? I feel so cheated. So here's an RP I did with @/Nerdymariamania on ao3!

He couldn't. Could he? The possible thought flew through his head like a bullet, but somehow punctured his heart instead. Immediate hopefullness followed by immense sadness at the wasted thought.

Joe had that thought constantly over the past ten years. Sometimes it'd subside and it was like he wasn't sulking at all. Sometimes he'd pretend it was a joke in his head only for him. But he knew the truth; he also knew the outcome. The regret and the anger Brian would have, the crushed feeling of hurting a friend.

Joe took a deep breath as he got ready for his entrance, seeing Brian on his knees on the stage. Maybe it was his imagination, but it was just like it was ten years ago. With silly songs and stupid makeup, the stupid pranks, the longful, wishful stares Brian would never see. The thought of 'Oh god, he's so perfect, I could kiss him.' Over and over, his thoughts every time they were together. Something he'd never say aloud, only think to himself in private on the darkest night's.

To be happy for a fleeting moment as he imagined what Brian tasted like, what he'd feel like, what he'd do. If he kissed him back and kept kissing him. The moment the thought was there, so was the anguish. The anger at himself for being so selfish towards a friend, even if no one would know.

He stepped forward, taking a deep breath, changing into Voldemort's voice. "Hey, you." Just like old times, the frozen stare they held spoke paragraphs in their silence.

Brian smiled to himself as he laid face down on the floor, popping up and staring up at Joe. "Voldemort, you came back?" The backers in the crowd that were watching their rehearsal were going nuts, but they could've blasted a canon for all Brian was noticing. All of his attention was on Joe as Joe casually walked over, smiling at him. Brian bit his lip, staring at Joe in his T-shirt, jeans, backwards baseball cap like he'd always done back in college. He looked so adorable and Brian silently cursed himself. Ten years later and he still couldn't stop himself from loving Joe, no matter how much it made him hate himself.

Brian jumped up, a slight smile on his face before masking it in disbelief. Joe internally cursed himself for holding their gaze longer than need be, but he assumed it would be alright with the backer fans yelling and squealing. "I came... home." He choked himself up, not sure if he was acting anymore or not, the emotion feeling too real. Joe let out a small scoffing laughter as he saw Brian bite his knuckles, turning the other way. "You know I learned something when I had my body back, Quirrell." He paused, looking over Brian's expression, hoping, needing something to be there. "I learned that life is messy, complicated..." Just like theirs, the almosts, the what ifs, the dreams Joe had hidden and tucked away in his heart. "You think killing people will make them like you, but it doesn't... it just makes them dead." He paused as the small audience laughed, some quoting along, he also broke, laughing too. "And you know, because I killed everyone... I found myself alone. And when I was alone, I kept thinking to myself 'Maybe with Quirrell, things would be okay.'" He stopped, licking his lips. Maybe if he did it things would be okay, maybe if he took that first leap, it would okay, maybe if Brian kissed him back, it would be wonderful.

"Is okay, good?" Brian's voice was soft, Joe could fall in love just by the voice alone, but he knew it was too late. He was already in love. Everything, the inside jokes they shared, the dumb songs they sang, the memories of late night's on the tour bus, or long days at a convention. The time he broke the lights in the first day of rehearsal of AVPM showing off to Brian. And Brian's sweet, soft laughter as glass rained down on them. Everything, all those small little things, the insignificant details that wouldn't matter to anyone, mattered to him the most. He was in love, and Joe was going to allow himself one thing, even if it meant throwing away the last ten years of friendship.