It's a bar chord for Liam Ramirez whether Leo Quintero's shift from hater to fan is genuine or conceals darker motives─hard to play, so he simply goes along with it.
A-Side: from rival bands in high school, Liam as a newfound vocalist of the reignin...
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WE reached the nearest bathroom and changed as fast as we could. We almost came out at the same time, finished dressing up, exchanged nods when we noticed we were both ready. We ran from the bathroom to the athletic field to make sure we caught the sunset. We didn't talk much until we finished stretching.
Then all of a sudden, he started running ahead without even telling me. I noticed he was already far ahead of me. Nevertheless, I chased him as fast as I could. I was annoyed because no matter what I did, I couldn't catch up with him. I've been chasing him since earlier.
Both my thighs and legs were shaking, I felt weak and sweaty, panting heavily as if my lungs were struggling to get enough air. I felt like my energy was running low, so I stopped. I gave up.
"Hey! I thought we were just jogging!?" I shouted, trying to speak loudly even though my lungs were struggling to catch my breath.
He slowed down his run. He must have heard me. With how loud my voice was, it's like I was using a microphone.
"Right... jogging! I was just testing my speed! Why?" he said, facing me. He was laughing as he slowly ran backward. "Just warming up!"
"Seriously! Warming up! Are you going to compete in athletics?" I replied, gathering strength and starting to run slowly towards him.
"No! It's just a speed test!" He grinned at me. I knew I was obviously still panting and sweating. All he knew was speed.
Well, that's what he's good at! Just speed. Speed to make you fall. Speed to give and send mixed signals. This is bad and scary. It seems like I'm also falling fast.
"Why did you chase me? Can't you catch me? I see... you're short," he teased me. My mind returned to its right place and stopped thinking about unnecessary things.
"Wow! Very clever. You act like you're ten feet taller than me!"
"How tall are you, Li?"
I didn't want to disclose it, so I answered, "I don't know, Le! But I'm over 5'5" last time I checked!"
"I'm 6'1", sorry. You're probably 5'8" now," he said, convinced that his dad was as tall as me.
"So what if you're taller? We'll be the same height in bed anyway."
"What!?" He almost choked.
"I mean... yes! You're taller now!" I made an excuse. Damn it, why did I say that? Where did that come from?
"And handsome too," he said, winking.
I waved my clothes and pretended to be windy. "Whoosh! Thanks for blowing me away. It's so hot, and I'm sweating."
