= Luna POV =
9:45 PM
Luna stretched and closed his ptop. It was time for him to get ready to go.
He stood up and began to rummage through his closet for something to wear. This was the first time he would see his crush DJ-ing, he had to look his best.
Eventually, he decided on white pants, a knitted ripped bck top with a singlet inside, and bck sneakers. After turning up in scks and a T-shirt to university so often, he also wanted to show Judy and Anna that he could dress up.
Running gel through his hair, Luna used an eyeliner to line his water line, which made his eyes look more prominent. He was tempted to put on mascara but hadn’t used it in years and figured it might be crusty and gross.
He looked at the liner and smiled to himself. It was his mom’s. His parents had known he was gay and his mother was the first one to embrace him and talk to him about fashion. She even went out of her way to take him to drag events just to introduce him to the scene. Sometimes he felt bad that he chose business instead of fashion as his mother had been so excited to support him in the arts, however, he had always admired how hard his father worked on his business, and how well he took care of him and his mom, and he wanted to be that person, for someone special.
After the passing of his parents, Chris had kept a few of his parent’s possessions, however, the whole apartment in Manhattan had been bitterly squabbled over by his retives, and in the end, the bank ended up repossessing it due to some complications over debts his father’s business had had. The majority of the furniture and other stuff in the house had been packed up and moved into a storage unit, which Luka helped Luna pay for monthly so that when Luna finally had his pce, he could get all his parent’s stuff back.
His mother had always wanted to move to San Diego and buy a house by the sea. She had often said living in Manhattan was his father’s dream, but he had promised her that they would retire in San Diego one day, and as Chris had managed to get a hold of his parent’s ashes after their cremation, he intended to fulfil his mother’s dream one day, by moving there on his own and taking his parent’s ashes with him.
Luna put the eyeliner back in the floral make-up pouch and wiped his eyes with his sleeve. The eyeliner was waterproof so it didn’t smudge.
Luna also put on a silver neckce that his parents had gotten for him for his 15th birthday. It had both his parents’ wedding bands on it. Luna had had the two rings fused to make a figure eight as a symbol of them being together for all eternity, in life and death. He wore it whenever he went to see something really special, like a concert or visiting a new restaurant. He wanted a piece of his parents to always be close to him when it mattered.
Luna stood in front of his toilet door. He had stuck square mirrors that he had bought from a local dolr store to form a full-length mirror. He ran a hand through his short brown locks and checked his pants and his shirt. As far as he could see, he looked pretty good.
Luna grabbed his keys and wallet, locked up his room apartment and called a cab.
= Luna POV =
I woke up looking up at Ryan’s chin. I must have been lying on his p from this angle.
Ryan gnced down and smiled “ Good morning sleepyhead” he grinned and brushed the hair out of my eyes, leaning down to kiss my forehead.
“M-Morning?” I asked as he pulled away.
Ryan looked up “Well the clock says 3 am so I think it’s safe to say it’s morning” Ryan replied.
I sat up immediately. What was I doing? I had come to a rave, separated from my friends, gone off to have sex with a stranger and ended up getting jerked off by my crush in the staff room.
“R-Ryan, omg I have to go. I left my friends out there in the crowd. I’ve behaved like a complete idiot. I-“ I started, covering my face with my hands in shame.
Ryan’s arms wrapped around me from behind “ Hey, no matter what, I’m here for you. I’ll protect you. You’re not an idiot for wanting some human contact. You’re right, you are single, and in a loveless retionship. Why shouldn’t you go out and have fun when you’re still young and not officially tied up in that false retionship? In this situation, I think I am the real idiot, getting all jealous from seeing you with another man…”
I turned in his arms to face him “ Jealous? You’re jealous of me?” I asked, half smiling. I never imagined that maybe the connection I felt with Ryan that one night we shared a kiss, was mutual “ We only met that one night, and then again at the café… do you suppose that you have a crush on me?” I asked bluntly.
Ryan released me and sat back. His face flushed and he averted his eyes “ Y-Yeah well, you’re really cute, it’s hard to forget you” he said, suddenly his entire demeanour changing, as if he was retreating “ Anyway I cleaned up the couch after our liaison earlier, and I put back on your shirt” Ryan said and stood up, walking over to a table with a phone on it and picked it up.
That was so weird. Why was it only when I mentioned our first meeting that Ryan got shy all of a sudden? And seriously just how many people had Rachel already bbbed about our engagement to?
“Hello? Yeah, we are down the hall, turn the corner and the fifth door on the right” Ryan said over the phone.
I got up, I guess this conversation was over for now.
Ryan went over and unlocked the door, then as he pulled it open, he looked back at me, with such an unreadable expression. For some reason, it made my heart ache. I took a step forward but stopped as familiar chatter and familiar faces appeared in the door frame.
“There you are Chris! We looked everywhere for you” Judy grinned as she came in with Anna in tow.
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