“You two seriously couldn’t wait until I left?” Xavier quipped as he came into the kitchen to find his parents in each other’s arms, being overly affectionate for the time of morning. “Want to say that again?” His dama challenged in a playful tone that still let him know he should watch what he says next. “Nah, I think I’m good. I have to pick up Athena anyways.” He said as he turned around, heading towards the front door. “Oh! Good luck with that boy!” This made him quickly do a 180, giving his mom a theatrical look of betrayal. “Mom! You said you wouldn’t tell them!” His mom snickered, covering her mouth with her hand. “Xavier, let’s be honest here. When have I ever hidden anything from your dama?” She responded, smirking. Damn it. He thought to himself, knowing that she was right. “Whatever. I’ll see you later.” He said, jogging to the door and leaving before either of his parents could say anything else.
He got in his car and drove to Athena’s house, texting them once he was waiting outside for them. Now, when it came to Valentine’s Day, Xavier and Athena couldn’t be more different. Xavier thought that the holiday was romantic and fun whereas Athena thought it was better to pretend it didn’t exist. “I hate it when my dad and Chris are all lovey-dovey with each other.” They said as they sat down, adding an exaggerated shudder, just for good measure, making Xavier laugh. “Just because you don’t believe in love doesn’t mean that nobody else can.” He teased them as he drove towards the school. "If it makes you feel any better, my parents were the same when I got downstairs this morning.”
Now, Xavier’s actual plan for the day began as soon as he entered the school and began searching for Reuben. He and Reuben were on the soccer team together but he had recently developed feelings for him and what better day than Valentine’s Day to confess those feelings? When he finally found him, he approached him with a smile, hoping to hide the fact that he was terrified. “Hey, Reuben!” He greeted him, fighting the very persistent urge to start his usual habit of playing with the cuff of his sleeve. “Can I, um, can I talk to you?”
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