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8: who's the better kisser?

warnings: High School AU, fluff, expletives

summary: it was a very simple question, that requires a very simple answer. but no matter how many times brett recalls it in his mind his face automatically turns red.

it was a stupid truth or dare his friends initiated, and in behalf of the lovable duo that is brett and eddy, brett was asked,

"who's the better kisser?"

well, the problem is, they've never kissed each other (nor anyone) to back up their side about who's better at kissing.

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It all started with an innocent truth or dare.

Just fun times really, Brett's friends doing silly things, either downing a glass full of gin (no chaser), dancing to a random Britney Spears song and making everybody laugh their ass off, or even taking shower while fully clothed.

So when it was his time, he broke the steady line of dares into a simple simple truth.

Stacy as the birthday girl casually asks, "I know you and uh, Eddy? Was it Eddy? Are close, joint to the hip kind of friends."

Another one buts in, "Yeah it was a miracle you didn't bring him here." This resulted in a couple of laughter in the group, including Brett himself.

She continues, "From the two of you, who's the better kisser?"

See here's the thing, when you practice almost all of your free time you're basically becoming a slave to your instrument, so naturally, and obviously, kissing someone is not Brett's top priority. It's more like he'd rather play the instrument than be a playa.

His friends were all looking at him like he even knows the answer himself, "To be honest, I don't know. Because I'm sure he's never kissed, someone. And I've never kissed someone." The group groaned in frustration.

"So you're telling me, there's nothing happening between the two of you?"

Brett asks while drinking his bottled water, "Is there supposed to?"

Stacy smacks her hand to her forehead, "I know you have glasses to see things Brett, but my god you are a whole level of blind to not see him pining on you."

Wait . . . What?

The group went on like usual, but now Brett couldn't stop thinking about it. This is too much to process. Maybe they were just messing up with Brett? Maybe to get him riled up? Maybe to get him to do stupid things too?

He didn't know, heck he didn't care. What if it wasn't true? What if it was all just a weird rumor?

That night, Brett remained quiet and none of his friends noticed, he liked it better when no one notices anyway. He was deep in thought, he's never seen Eddy as . . . Something else. All this time he's only seen him as a friend and nothing else. So it feels strange.

As best friends they've talked about getting really attracted to girls but, guys? Really... guys?

Am I gay?--- his brows furrowed in contemplation. He hugged his knees to his chest. Maybe he just needs to sleep this off.