Gooseberry is as close to off the grid as Lucas is able to tolerate. Normally, his preoccupation is with the lack of wifi, but as Disney drew closer and, with it, the promise of a certain degree of freedom, other things sprang up as significant. Like, it's really hard to go on a proper date with your boyfriend when the only place to go is the cafeteria and you're in constant, close quarters with 158 other people your age?
And, okay, so, that naturally led to the realization that he and Bash have never been on a proper Date. Which detoured into an existential crisis about the nature of relationships. And how bad he is at this. And who lets sixteen-year-olds do anything, anyway. And oh my god they're going to share a bed together - oy vey ist mir, what was he thinking. But that was like five days ago, man, and Lucas is cool now. Sorta. Kinda. (Fake it til you make it, Lucas.)
Anyway, the point is, they're going on a date. An honest-to-god, dressed up sorta nice, food and small talk and, you know, whatever else you do on a date Date. And speaking of not knowing what the hell you're doing, the first thought Lucas had upon seeing Sebastien once they'd both finished getting ready was a breathless sort of jumble that translates roughly to, But soft, what light through yonder window breaks... And you know the rest and I'm not elaborating because he's an embarrassment, honestly. Still, Lucas tries very hard to convey this feeling, several times, with words and without success, because Lucas' insides feel like warm melted caramel whenever Bash looks at him.
"You, um, you know, you're like, wow," is the closest he gets to right, stammered as they re-enter the park. Lucas hopes a meteorite falls out of the sky and ends his pain. He squeezes Bash's hand, anyway, expression fond, if a bit owlish.
Two Nerds Go On A Capital D Date
And, okay, so, that naturally led to the realization that he and Bash have never been on a proper Date. Which detoured into an existential crisis about the nature of relationships. And how bad he is at this. And who lets sixteen-year-olds do anything, anyway. And oh my god they're going to share a bed together - oy vey ist mir, what was he thinking. But that was like five days ago, man, and Lucas is cool now. Sorta. Kinda. (Fake it til you make it, Lucas.)
Anyway, the point is, they're going on a date. An honest-to-god, dressed up sorta nice, food and small talk and, you know, whatever else you do on a date Date. And speaking of not knowing what the hell you're doing, the first thought Lucas had upon seeing Sebastien once they'd both finished getting ready was a breathless sort of jumble that translates roughly to, But soft, what light through yonder window breaks... And you know the rest and I'm not elaborating because he's an embarrassment, honestly. Still, Lucas tries very hard to convey this feeling, several times, with words and without success, because Lucas' insides feel like warm melted caramel whenever Bash looks at him.
"You, um, you know, you're like, wow," is the closest he gets to right, stammered as they re-enter the park. Lucas hopes a meteorite falls out of the sky and ends his pain. He squeezes Bash's hand, anyway, expression fond, if a bit owlish.