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For as long as Lucas could remember, he’s always been the definition of a ‘gay disaster’ .
Lucas remembers his first crush in kindergarten. Louis Bisset. He also remembers trying to hug Louis from the behind which led to him pushing the small, blonde boy into the sandbox. Little Lucas did not talk to the blonde for the rest of the year.
Even after years of growing up, puberty, high school and coming out, his awkwardness around other guys never died out. In fact, it probably became worse. At least young-Lucas still approached his crushes. Teenaged-Lucas only stared at them from 10 feet away with drool dripping down the side of his mouth and god forbid they come close to him for the fear of his brain short-circuiting.
Thankfully, he no longer had that problem.
Because he’s resigned to simply ignoring his crushes and running away when he sensed their presence.
Which was why he and Imane were laying down on opposite ends of her couch, tossing each other a tennis ball while their biology notes lay dormant on the table in the corner.
Outside, Idriss was playing football with Sofiane and the one and only, Eliott Demaury. Hence, when Imane recommended joining them, he shot that down immediately and claimed he had appendicitis.
Rich, coming from an S student..
Lucas and Imane stayed in the living room talking about whatever came to mind when Lucas was pulled out of the conversation by the sound of the glass door sliding open and footsteps walking towards them.
“Hey.”
Lucas caught the tennis ball Imane tossed him and turned sideways to see a sweaty Eliott smiling at the two of them. His elbow ‘slipped’ off the edge of the couch causing half his body to fall off the couch. He watched the ball roll to Imane with his left cheek planted to the ground.
“Are you alright, Lulu?”
“Yeah, yeah. The couch was slippery.” Yes. The old leather couch with a thick blanket over it was slippery .
“Okay… Anyway, I have to go now but I saw the two of you in here earlier and I wanted to say bye before leaving.”
“Oh, cool.”
Imane rolled her eyes and picked up the ball to throw at Lucas’ drooling face. “Bye, Eliott. I’ll see you tomorrow?”
“Yeah,” Eliott said with his trademark smile and left with one last nod at the two study partners.
Once Eliott was out the door, Lucas let the lower half of his body join him on the ground as he curled up against the coffee table in excruciating cringe .
“You seriously need to tell him you like him.” Imane turned to face him with a knowing look in her eyes.
“I do not,” Lucas argued.
“You have been in love with him since the minute you met him.”
“I have not.”
Imane stayed silent for two minutes, which
scared
worried Lucas enough to uncurl and look up, only to find that she was going through something on her phone.
“Wh-”
“Ah! Here!”
She passed Lucas her phone, and on her screen was an old chat between the two of them..
Jan 6, 2018
Luc:
Imane !!
Help !!
I’ve fallen in loveeee !!
Imane:
ugh
i thought this was going to b a real emergency
shut up and let me sleep
Luc:
Nononono
Pleaseeeeeeee. I think he’s one of your friends… or Idriss’
He was at the party
Imane:
there were like 200 people at that party lucas
and 100 or 120 of them were dudes
ur not helping
Luc:
He’s tall? Brown hair? Smile that could light up the whole room? Hands of a God? The kind of guy that would giggle if you accidentally bump into him and spill your drink? A kind hearted soul that would offer you another one?
Imane:
what are you? a 12 year old kid writing fanfiction?
sounds like eliott
Luc:
Imane
Imane
Imane
If you drop me his insta or twitter or something, i will always and forever be in debt to you
Imane:
srodulv
i was gonna drop it anyway
but thanks for that
Luc:
YES
IT’S HIM
THE MAN OF MY DREAMS
Lucas drops the phone on the couch and returns into his curled up position while Imane smugly grabs it back.
“So?” Lucas sighs.
“I think you should ask him out.”
“Oh no. I absolutely cannot do that. Have you seen him?!”
“Fine, then flirt with him a little bit… then ask him out.”
Imane heard Lucas grumble before pocketing her phone and standing up.
“C’mon,” she urged as she nudge the gay lump on her carpet. “We still need to study DNA replication.”
Lucas sighed and got up, trying to tame his hair that was now standing from the static of the carpet.
“How do I even flirt with him?”
“I don’t know. Just don’t use any of those horrible pick up lines you used on Chloé.”