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…soon enough, 4:30 rolls around and he's still in his sweats calling an Uber. He could be fashionably late.
It's Eliott. He could not show up and still that would be okay. Yes.
Yet he stands on the sidewalk, fiddling with his phone and waiting for his ride. Holding his breath and thinking about that time he helped Yann draw all the tiny penises on the practice footballs with brown sharpie so it would blend enough that no one would notice till it was too late.
Sophomore year was wild.
He keeps that thought with him all through the ride. Every twist and turn and bump in the road only serves to reset his thoughts as he refocuses on where he's headed.
When the car stops, Lucas takes a breath and pays his driver even when he thinks the dude just dropped him off in front of the gates of hell.
"I really didn't — just got you to the address you gave me sir."
Lucas nods. Of course he has no control of his mouth.
The young college kid deserves a nice tip. If only to keep him quiet.
—or—
Childhood friends to enemies to strangers to lovers. Just admitting things two decades late. Fashionably late.