// i wonder if i should do a sequel after i've finished this one ?? like college ?? idk would that be too much guys ?? //
"hi," phichit said, standing on chris giacometti's doorstep. he brushed his hair back from his face and squinted in the sun.
"hey," the golden-haired boy replied, stuffing his hands into his jeans pockets and looking down at phichit. "how are you? you get here ok?"
"easily enough," phichit smiled, drawing himself away from chris's bright green eyes and following him inside, narrowly missing tripping over a cat that was asleep slap bang in the middle of the hall.
"watch out," chris laughed to himself, and phichit blushed in embarrassment.
"so cute," he murmured, ending down to stroke the cats honeycomb fur.
"are you more of a dog or cat person, phichit?" chris gasped in mock horror, catching phichit's attention. "god, after three years sitting next to you in maths, i ought to know something like that."
phichit giggled as he set down his bag and jacket.
"more of a hamster person, actually," he admitted, looking up at chris who raised his eyebrows.
"you learn something new everyday, huh?"
"you do indeed."
there was a small pause, in which chris realised he had been staring at phichit chulanont - the boy who had worn the blue sweater and walked into maths sucking on a cherry sweet - for too long, and looked away scratching at the back of his head.
he's got a boyfriend, chris.
"so," he finally said, rubbing his hands on his jeans and trying to get the blush out of his cheeks. "better start practicing, shouldn't we?"
"ugh," phichit said with a playful roll of the eyes, flopping down on chris's sofa with a huff. "the script is so long. ugh."
"tell me about it," chris scoffed. "and yet, you know so many of the lines already, phichit. how? i'm struggling to remember my character's name as it is."
god, was phichit chulanont's laugh adorable, chris though, leaning against the arm of the nearby chair and forcing himself to look at the floor instead of the dimples on his cheeks and the way strands of hair fell across his forehead when he laughed.
"i-i've got an idea of what we could do, actually," phichit said, kicking off his shoes and crossing his legs. chris could see that he was wearing light pink socks, and tried to distract himself with the moving shape of his cat sloping about the hallway his could just make out out of the corner of his eye.
stop looking at him like that.
stop thinking of him like that.
he's got a boyfriend, chris."and what's that?" chris suddenly said, remembering that it was phitchit who had spoken last. phichit reached out his hands, nodding at the remote lying on the table near to chris.
"gimme," he asked like a little child, and chris felt the familiar feeling he got in his chest whenever he caught phichit humming to himself or chewing lemon bubblegum in the desk beside him.
a boyfriend.
chris tossed phichit the remote, and phichit shuffled over so that chris could sit beside him. after hesitating, chest tightening and managing to stop his heart from beating out of his chest, chris did so.
his "at-ease-friend" act was wearing thin, because chris was flushing hot in the face from being so close to the boy who had worn that baby blue sweater that just reached his knees and now had light pink socks poking out from beneath his jeans.

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