This, People's Choice, was another tricky one, what with the boys competing over the girl from the minute they see her, and not stopping until she turns out to be married.
In this one it's clear that relationship has already started before the vignette. How long before is as vague as the rest of the thing.
"You said you was in love." Such a petulant sound to those words.
"Bo," you idiot. "I didn't mean that. She was just pretty standing there, is all."
"There's a difference between she's pretty and I'm in love. For someone so smart, you ought to know that." Still in the voice of a child wondering just how much whining it's going to take before the candy comes out of the pockets and gets handed over.
"Fine," comes out in a heavy breath. "I said the wrong thing. Now why was you going to shave your head?" Because that's the important question here.
"I wouldn't have, not really. I was just – you called me a little boy." Another thing that should never have been said.
Their mouths are loud and foolish. Their bodies know better. Funny how they were both supposed to be courting Thelma Claire but she got relegated to the General's back seat, CB handset cord stretched to its full length so she could make her campaign promises from back there, while the Dukes sat up front and side-by-side, like always.
Luke's right hand finds blonde curls, tangles there. "I wouldn't have let you." All the same, the razor's got to come out of the car and be hidden away from Bo's impulsive hands before that kind of threat can be followed through on. "Come here."
Pouting dissolves like the leftovers from last night's thunderstorm in the morning sun. A smile, then Bo leans forward for the sweet candy kiss that Luke offers.
The Duke boys survive another day.