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[Bad's pov]
I have a problem. A really bad problem. What's the problem you ask?
The overwhelming urge to hold my best friend's hand. Or hug him, cuddle him, kiss.. him..
HOOOKAY BAD LET'S NOT HAVE A GAY PANIC ATTACK.
Anyway, it's getting hard to ignore. Like, borderline impossible. Every time we touch it gets stronger and stronger.
We've technically held hands before, but that was him grabbing my wrist to drag me somewhere.
Either way, it sent a shiver through my spine and I can't get rid of the desire to feel it again.
And it's made even worse by the fact we're roommates and co-workers!
Imagine spending at least half of your waking hours with someone who makes your brain short circuit every time you look at them! That's my position right now.
God, something's wrong with me.
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"Hey bad!!" My cheery roommate squeals, running up to me.
"Hey muffin." I respond, not looking up from my phone.
"Soo, we need to grab some essentials from the grocery store, so I was thinking maybe we could make a day of it or something!" He suggests, leaning on the arm of the couch.
"Won't the groceries go bad then?"
"Bad, We'll get groceries last." He deadpans, and I mentally face palm at the fact I didn't think of that possibility.
"Ok, that sounds good. What did you have in mind?" I question.
His face lights back up as if I never said anything stupid.
"Okay okay! So I was thinking we could go grab lunch, then maybe do some window shopping, then get groceries!" He explains.
The plan sounds solid enough, so I agree and we both make our way to our rooms to get ready.
I finish in no more than 5 minutes, and sit back on the couch to wait for him. Skeppy always like to dress up more than me, not to mention he puts more effort into styling his hair.
About 10 minutes later, he comes out of his room and we head off, making sure to say goodbye to Lucy and Rocco on the way out.
"So, what do you want to do for lunch?" I ask, opening my car door and plopping down on the seat.
He sits down as well, and takes a second to think as I start the engine.
"Hmm. Maybe we could go to that new Thai place?" He suggests. Thai food really does sound good, so I agree.
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We make it to the restaurant and take our seats. A rather tall man walks up.
"Hello! My name is Waen, and I'll be your server today. What can I get you?"
I get an order of Pad Thai and rice paper rolls, and skeppy gets some type of curry.
Our food arrives rather quickly, and we both start chowing down and talking.
Eventually, skeppy rests his hand on the table. A meaningless subconscious action, surely this won't lead to anything!
...
HOLD HIS HAND HOLD HIS HAND HOLD HIS HAND!
It'd be so easy!
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