DISCLAIMER: I don't own Scott or Lance, more's the pity.
WARNING: This story contains slash, that is male/male relationships, if you don't like it why are you on the third chapter already?
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~4 days ago~
Lance had made it home, in a dazed sort of way, and now it was the following day, about an hour before school was supposed to start, Lance was lying in bed staring at the ceiling.
He kissed me, *Scott Summers* kissed me, who would have thought he was gay? Guess he was too perfect to be straight, all the girls say the best guys are gay. But... he kissed me! And I don't want to kill him. I... I didn't like it! No, I'm not gay! …Oh stop kidding yourself Lance, you've known since you were 14, time to stop denying it. And now I've got to face him, English first thing, maybe I could just stay here. But do I want to?
After a lot of very similar thoughts, he finally got up and got dressed, ready for school, his mind still not made up what he was going to say when he saw Scott.
As if the teacher knew something, she paired Scott and Lance together in the activity they were doing, acting out some scenes, apparently you could get into the script better if you acted it out. Of course the fact that their English teacher also taught Drama may have played some part in this.
"So…uhh." Lance started, embarrassed, as Scott came over.
"Yea...sorry about yesterday, I shouldn't have done it, shall we just get on with this?" His tone was abrupt, almost dismissive.
"Uh...yea, sure…yea, so what scene are we doing?" He asked, trying not to decide disappointed, one of the few things he knew for certain in his confused little brain was that he *had* enjoyed the kiss.
Scott waved a piece of paper, the result of a lucky dip, then handed it to Lance, who took it and read the name, flicking to the scene he read through it, his eyes growing increasingly wide.
"Which one is it?" Scott asks, sitting down and getting out his own copy of the book. Lance seems unable to answer so Scott reads it himself - the scene where Romeo and Juliet first meet, and talk… and kiss.
"Oh." He says, not sure what else you could say in this situation.
"Well...I don't mind if you don't." Lance said slowly, looking at him.
Scott smiles "I don't." he says hesitantly.
Grinning now, the two boys start on rehearsing their scene, but without the kissing, for now.
When they get out of English, talking about when they can 'rehearse' in private. Pietro zips over to them, going fast for a normal person but slow for him.
"What'reyouhangingoutwiththatloserforLance?" He asks, still thinking in Quicksilver mode, Lance stares blankly at him until he repeats himself, slower.
"Oh, I'm not, we just gotta do some stuff in English is all, like I'd want to hang out with Summers! Let's go." He leaves quickly, leaving the younger boy blinking after him before zipping off again, and Scott looking slightly hurt.
Despite the fact Lance gave him the cold shoulder earlier, Scott still turned up to the secluded part of the forest they'd agreed to practice in.
To his surprise, Lance was waiting for him when he got there.
"Thought you didn't want to hang out with me?" Scott half snapped, making Lance frown in a guilty sort of way.
"I didn't mean it Scott, but I can't exactly tell Pietro 'I'm hanging out with him because he kissed me and I really want him to do it again', can I?"
"I guess not...wait, did you mean that?" Scott tilted his head, stepping closer.
"Didn't we cover this yesterday? If I didn't mean it I wouldn't have said it." Lance stepped closer as well as he said it.
Suddenly, as if drawn by some invisible force, they stepped forward and within a speed to rival Quicksilver himself, they were kissing as if their lives depended on it.
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