Winning means being accomplished.

(Y/n) couldn't stop staring at Lavernius from across the lunch table outside. Caboose wasn't here today, so it was just him and Lavernius.He thinks it's because now that he knows Lavernius likes him, he feels as though if he should at least try to like him back. At first, he was against the idea of forcing love on himself. But now, (Y/n) can't stop himself from doing it voluntarily. Maybe he's just feel as though his relationshipwith his best friend has changed a but, and he just really misses him.

That, or it could be the way Lavernius's soft, black, short dreads just bounces when he makes just the slightest movements. Or the way his aqua-blue eyes justshine even on the dullest days. Or the way his dark skin just seem so clear 24/7. Or the way his smile seems to make (Y/n)'sheart squeeze, and the butterflies in his stomach flutter like crazy.

Nope...UGGGGHHHHHDIFFIDENTLY THE FIRST ONE! HE JUST MISSES HIS BEST FRIEND!

Lavernius glares at (Y/n): "Why the hellare you staring for?"

Losing means being a failure.

"Um, I...what?" (Y/n) was staring.

"Look, just...I said it was cool, okay? Can you just...stop acting so weird?" Lavernius sighs.

(Y/n) violently shook his head while flushing a bright pink, "NONUNUNUNU! Sorry, I was spacing out. I guess I was choosing you to space out on."

Lavernius chuckles, "Sure you weren't just thinking I looked pretty?"

(Y/n) scrunched up his face is fake disgust, "God, no."

Lavernius winced, "Geez thanks. I was only kidding."

Fuck.

"Well...so was I...?" (Y/n) hesitated on telling the truth.

Lavernius only frowns, "Stop pretending already."

Out of what I have learned so far, lifeis simply a competition.

(Y/n) frowns in return, "I'm not lying when I said I was kidding, dude."

Lavernius shakes his head, "Well, then just stop anyway. You're way better looking. Alright?

What? With my (h/c) hair and (e/c) eyes? Compared to his?

"What? No way! I-"

"-Well, I clearly wasn't enough to get you! So just...SHUT UP!" He angrily cuts me off.

It's a competition of staying alive.

(Y/n) bites his lip. Should I go for it?

"I think I lik-"

"-No. You don't," Lavernius scoffs.

A competition of getting good grades or jobs.

"And why the hell not?" (Y/n) angrily asked.

"You just don't alright? You think you like me because I like you," Lavernius runs his hand through his hair, "You don't like me."

(Y/n) gets angry, "Recently, for the past 2 months, I was always excited to say hello to you."

(Y/n)''s lightly blushes, "And been reluctant to say goodbye."

Lavernius smiles nervously, "I don't think that-"

"-I think I like you." (Y/n) cuts his off.

There is no such thing as "passing" or doing a "personal goal".

Lavernius looks to his right to avoid prolong eye contact: "I don't think so."

(Y/n) frowns, "I like you! So let me learn to love you, damn it!"

Lavernius sighs, "Do what you want. I want ice-cream."

(Y/n) grins, getting up with Lavernius to hold his hand. Lavernius' face turns red.

"Let's go together...bae," (Y/n) teases.

"You're incorrigible," Lavernius mutters while walking to the cafeteria.

"Jokes on you, Bitch," (Y/n) states proudly, "I don't know what that means."

It's just not real, notfeasibly possible.