Wil flips nervously through the channels, anxiously shifting in his seat, not bothering to stay at any channel for more than a few seconds. He even flips past the really bad 70's horror flick, but not before pausing a moment; it's the kind he loves watching just because they're so corny and bad even though they're not supposed to be.

Rath lounges next to him on the couch, relaxed, seemingly unaware of Wil's nervousness, watching the passing images uninterestedly.

Everything's become so much more complicated now that they're going out.

Before, Wil could just do whatever he wanted without feeling like he had to careful, like Rath was judging him or something, and he'd break-up with Wil the second Wil did something wrong. Before, if Wil was flipping through channels, he would have stayed at the horror film, one he's probably seen before because watching bad horror flicks is a hobby of his, and make funny commentary on everything so Rath would smile a little and laugh, because it was so rare for him to do so.

Wil stops his channel flipping for a second when he comes across another scary movie, he thinks he might have seen this one, but presses the button on the remote twice as hard when he realizes it's actually one of the scary ones. He used to love to watch the scary ones with Rath, because then he could snuggle up to Rath and grip onto him during the extra scary moments, and Rath would put his arm around Wil as if protecting him from the zombies or vampires or little dead girls or whatever the movie was about. And Wil used to pretend it meant something, before he learned that it actually did, and would always try not to blush but fail miserably.

Wil's half tempted to turn the TV off, not like anything's ever on, anyway, but then there would such an awkward silence and that would just kill him. He's focusing so hard on the TV that the colors are starting to blur, and he doesn't see Rath reach over until he grabs Wil's wrist and stops the channel surfing. Wil looks down at his wrist, surprised to see Rath's hand around it, and continues to watch as Rath lets go and pushes the 'off' button on the remote. The hand moves back to his wrist, grips it, and his other hand moves up to Wil's face, cupping it and lifting it upwards so that Wil has to stare directly at Rath. Wil drops the remote, because the grip on his wrist is tight, but not painful, and Rath's intense stare has made him forget what he was doing.

Wil can't even say anything, just sort of stares at Rath, but it doesn't matter, because soon Rath lunges at Wil, letting go of his wrist and face and pinning him down on the couch. And then Rath presses Wil's lips up against his own, and they're making-out on the couch, that horrible, ugly yellow leather couch, and Wil's gripping the side for support.

He doesn't make Rath stop even after he gets over the shock, because he really doesn't want Rath to, even though he knows his mom's just in the other room, and she could walk in on them at any second, and that would probably be the last he ever saw of Rath, but Wil doesn't care, because he's been dreaming of doing this with Rath since they first became friends and he's actually glad, for once, that they started going out.
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I totally didn't forget about updating this. Really. And this AU, if you hadn't noticed. And fear the run-on sentences.

Sorry for any and all brains exploded because of the last drabble. It's Ceolsige's fault. Because I can blame her. And many, many thanks for all the reviews and the 390 pageviews! And as always, reviews and concrit are very much appreciated.