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ﾟ。 Lysander x Beck
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Shaun was freaking out. But only on the inside. So when Judy came to stand in front of him, hunched slightly from her age, he almost jumped out of his seat. She motioned to his mother, glossy-eyed, Alzheimer’s in control of her life. He nodded, surrendering his seat so she could quietly chat with his mother as the movie approached its end.
Judy had been like a second mom to Shaun during the early days when his own mother’s condition started to decline. She had held his hand through the confusion, shared stories that made his mother laugh when words became hard to find, and offered a sense of normalcy in a world quickly spiraling into chaos. It was the kind of support he valued more than he could express, but right now, he just needed a moment to process everything swirling in his mind.
He slipped out of the theater—making it a point not to look in the general direction of Lysander and Beck. He leaned against the wall of the building, taking a deep breath, feeling the chill seep into his skin.
But the lobby hallway was quiet, and he heard the door open behind him. He looked up. Beck. Beautiful, unstoppable Beck. His posture straightened, shaking off the weight that had been pressing down on him. His face caught between a sheepish smile and knitted brows, he watched as she hesitated—one foot going forward, the other pulling back—like she was caught in the grips of a silent tug-of-war.
she leaned in and kissed him softly. It was a fleeting moment—a stolen breath full of so many unspoken emotions. Time seemed to stand still, the world around them fading away into a blur. He was captivated, mesmerized by the warmth and sweetness of that simple touch.
He instinctively leaned down into her, his arms hovering in the air, unsure if he was allowed to wrap her in a hug or if he should keep his distance. He was captivated—lost in the warmth and sweetness of her, leaning into her as if she were a lifeline
To him, before it even started she was turning on her heel and dashing back into the darkened theater, leaving Shaun breathlessly watching her go. Her heels clicking, dissipating as the door fell shut. His mind raced—what had just happened? The taste of her lips lingered like a sweet melody, and he felt a torrent of confusion wash over him. Was he allowed to march back in there and kiss her back? Pull her back out and leave, fck whoever her date had been.
He stood there rooted to the spot, eyes fixed on the door she had just slipped through, and time began to blur. The clamor of laughter and chatter from the theater filled the air around him, but it felt distant, like an echo of a world he no longer belonged to. He didn’t realize how long he had been standing there lost in thought until the doorway exploded with people, and in that flood, he lost sight of her completely.
Shaun had been home, getting ready for the mock election he was about to attend when his phone dinged. A notification flashed on the screen: a message from someone named Ashly. Woo Wait, hadn’t they spoken tonight? He sighed, expecting something trivial, but curiosity tugged at him, and he unlocked his phone.
His heart sank when he read through the comments—Beck had gotten a fake boyfriend to take to his own movie premiere? The world tilted slightly as he tried to process it. Why would she do that? Her being with someone else already made him jealous enough.
He mindlessly typed something diplomatic, a casual response meant to defuse any potential drama, and placed his phone down as he turned to the mirror, finishing his hair. But the more the idea lingered in his mind, the more he couldn’t shake the gnawing feeling that there was more to it.
But Beck had kissed me for heavens sake! Did she really get a fake boyfriend just to make him jealous? And if so, why would she play that game? The memory of her lips brushing against his sent a rush of confusion and desire coursing through him.
He grabbed his phone again, fingers hovering above the screen, battling between a snarky response and the urge to reach out directly. A sense of reckless determination bubbled to the surface, chasing away the self-doubt that had gripped him moments ago. He tagged Ashely asking her to come to the election tonight. The least he could do for Beck.
His heart raced as he hit send, a mix of exhilaration and apprehension shooting through him. He glanced at himself in the mirror, suddenly hyper-aware of his own feelings. Was he really willing to scroll through this rollercoaster of emotions—just to figure out what was between him and Beck? The desire to confront her about it was strong, but what if he was reading too much into everything?
To make matters work, he got a friend request. Lye_the_eye. He could only imagine who that was as he accepted—quite quickly—to stalk the page. Beck made a new post. Oh… sht. Oh… no.
