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[sub][url=https://youtu.be/ZhIsAZO5gl0][color=#DDCC22]KISS[/color][/url][/sub]

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[sub][color=#B93235][b]Location:[/b][/color] King's Academy Cafeteria
[color=#B93235][b]Interacting With:[/b][/color] Amoli Varma, Archer Diedrikson[/sub][/center][indent][indent][hr][hr][/indent][/indent][indent][indent][color=#B93235][b]"You know, at this point I think you just like having me chauffeur you around."[/b][/color]

As usual, Kavan Varma had found himself in the school library during Monday's lunch period, his head buried deep in some classic novel that he'd already read numerous times. The only inconstant at that time happened to be the presence of the young man's older sister—not in person, fortunately for Kavan, but through a FaceTime call. Amoli had called her little brother right as he had stepped foot out of his previous classroom, and he opened it to see her lips fixed in her infamous smirk, poised to say something she knew he didn't want to hear. [color=#B93235][b]"There's probably nothing even wrong with your car. Ma said that it was supposed to be out of the shop a couple of weeks ago, so what the hell is the problem?"[/b][/color]

[color=gray][b]"Oh stop acting like a baby, [i]bhaee[/i],"[/b][/color] Amoli said with a chuckle, but Kavan didn't find the situation amusing. [color=gray][b]"Come on, it's just for another week. I promise you, I don't like riding around in your car as much as you might think. If I have to listen to one more Kiss album, I'm gonna lose my mind."[/b][/color]

[color=#B93235][b]"What's wrong with [i]Kiss?[/i]"[/b][/color] Kavan said, slightly raising his voice. To further prove his point, he even went as far as to sing the first few lines of one of his favorite songs. He immediately regretted this, however, when he received a warning glare from the librarian who sat not too far away at her desk. Kavan simply shot Mrs. Davenport a sheepish grin before turning back around and slumping down in his seat. [color=#B93235][b]"We'll just have to talk later. I'm not even supposed to be on the phone in here."[/b][/color]

[color=gray][b]"Ugh, whatever,"[/b][/color] Amoli said with a roll of her eyes. Kavan was just about to end the call when his sister opened her mouth and piped up once again. [color=gray][b]"Oh, and I forgot to ask you about your boy this morning. How's he doing? You know... after everything that happened at the party? I still can't believe I fucking missed it all!"[/b][/color]

An indescribable feeling came over Kavan as the events from Saturday night replayed in his head. To say that it hurt him to see Archer be treated that way would be an understatement. It made him sick to his stomach. And what made him even more sick was the fact that he knew Archer partly blamed himself for the metaphorical target that was now placed on Kavan's back. And it was true, Kavan had started to receive weird looks and snide remarks ever since he'd become more public about his sexuality; but coming out to the outside world was [i]his decision[/i]. So screw whoever had something negative to say about it.

[color=#B93235][b]"Well, he's got a nasty shiner,"[/b][/color] Kavan finally responded to his sister, [color=#B93235][b]"But I think he's holding up pretty fine. Or... as well as anyone would expect after all that he went through."[/b][/color] Soon after he said this, Kavan ended the Facetime call and stood from his seat at the back table. And after quickly checking out his latest book, the boy made a beeline for the cafeteria. Although he wasn't hungry enough to even bother going through the lunch line, he was eager to meet up with his boyfriend after going through the first half of the day without seeing him. Kavan surveyed the room full of students before finally spotting Archer in the farthest corner table. In swift motions, the boy took the seat next to him, slung his arm across his shoulders, and gave him a quick peck on the cheek.

[color=#B93235][b]"Writing anything interesting?"[/b][/color]
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