Hello, fans!
This fic is a collab done with my friend coffeeandlicorice, an excellent writer. It's the second fic I've ever done, and I'm hoping it's better than the first.
For those of you wondering about my first fic, When Worlds Collide, I deleted it. I disliked my style of writing and realized that it was highly predictable and quite typical. I have decided that I don't want it to be connected to me, and I deleted it.
On that note, let's dive into the story!
Lukas walked down the avenue, checking his watch nonchalantly and whistling. He texted his bride-to-be, rolling his eyes slightly. It was really more of a betrothal than anything.
A silver haired Icelandic teen crossed his legs in the shade of a nearby tree, watching the passing scenery boredly. He liked his job; he got to see happy families. Being surrounded by balloons was AWESOME. Anyway, it was similar to a scene out of a weird monthly calendar with pictures on the top page.
Lukas walked by a tree and caught sight of a boy who couldn't be younger than 18. He paused and looked at the silver-haired teen, smiling softly. He then shook his head. 'No,' he thought, frowning slightly. 'Engaged, remember?' He sighed and continued walking, unconsciously swaying his hips.
Emil raked his eyes over the scene, (That was surely not Lukas, mind you. Nope, it was surely the park, and not the beautiful man that was walking along his field of vision who had the most softest looking wheat colored hair and deep blue eyes he had ever seen), resting his elbow on his knee, and flipping his hair out of his eyes. His other hand fiddled with a leaf, and surely he was hidden by the massive amount of balloons that surrounded him, also getting an unneeded amount of static on him.
Lukas couldn't help but look back at the silver-haired boy. Sighing, he figured if there was any reason to buy a balloon, it was that kid with the intriguing stare. He strode back to the balloon stand with a confident smile. "Hello," he said, flipping his hair slightly.
A smile tugged at Emil's lips, having to tilt his head slightly to look at this - in a word - pretty stranger. "Hello," He responded, softly, and even if he doesn't know why, he thinks it's a monumental moment in his life.
Lukas smiled softly and picked up a red balloon. Natalya actually hated red, but he just needed it for some reason. "I'm Lukas," he greeted, extending his slender, soft hand.
Emil reached out his own, gloved hand, but was instead met with a shock, pulling his hand away slightly. Pausing for a moment, he mulled over what he would say. "I guess you could say this was a shocking experience," he laughed before telling his own name. "Emil." He said, eyes flicking to the red balloon. "You can have that free of charge." He snorted before smiling.
Lukas's elegant facade crumbled as he laughed. He snorted three times and he sounded like he was violently hiccuping. Lukas looked at the other, his eyes crinkling in amusement as he snorted again.
Emil grinned for possibly the first time in his entire teenage years. He took another look at Lukas, who looked like he might possibly hit the ground laughing. It was really cute. He was really cute.
Lukas looked down at his feet and blushed scarlet as his eyes drifted up to meet Emil's again. God, he was adorable and he had a pretty smile and …. curses. He bit his lip to keep from laughing again. "S-sorry about that, my laugh is kinda dumb," he stammered, feeling shy for the first time ever.
Emil frowned. "No way. Your laugh sounds like a bunch of angels from the clouds above." He grinned. "Excuse my French." He dramatically put a hand to his forehead, doing a kind of crumple-faint mimic thing. A light blush adorned his cheeks, half from the warm afternoon and half from meeting this hot piece of booty.
Lukas chuckled softly. "So, where do you live?" he asked, before realizing what that sounded like. "Oh god, no, I didn't mean like- I'm not going to-" he stammered, facepalming because he's a big dork.
Emil snorted. "Stalker." He joked, waving it off. "Around here. I won't give you my address because, as attractive as you are, you might be like an axe murderer or something!" He laughed, not realizing that he said that Lukas was attractive.
Lukas blushed very pink and made an accidental uke face as he bit his lip. "Y-you think I'm attractive?" he asked, eyes flicking up to Emil because he was also a hot piece of booty.
Emil stared blankly at him for a moment. Rewinding the conversation in his head, he gradually blushed from a light pink to ferrari red. "I-I did, did-didn't I? Now I'm the one sounding creepy. But you kiiiinda are. Well-Well actually you are really, really attractive, so yeah." The words just went past his mouth unfiltered.
Lukas blushed scarlet. He looked at Emil and decided to play it the way he had learned. He smiled charmingly as the blush faded away and leaned over the stand, raising an eyebrow. "You aren't so bad looking yourself," he said smoothly, his eyes flickering down for just a moment before meeting Emil's again and hoping desperately he didn't notice that.
Emil followed his eyes for a split second before smirking. He leaned closer, until their noses were touching. "Why, thank you." He whispered lowly, a seductive look in his eyes, before remembering they were in a park in the afternoon. He pulled away abruptly, smiling slyly.
Lukas blushed before realizing that he was losing the game and straightening slightly. He smirked right back, even though his mind was saying something like 'shit shit that was hot dammit what do I do dammit'. He scanned his eyes around the park, making sure nobody was watching, and kissed Emil's cheek. "I have to go," he said, scribbling down his number on a paper and shoving it at Emil. He winked and ran off.