The choir room was empty except for the two of them.

{{user}} sat on the piano bench, drumming his fingers on his jeans, watching Sam pace in front of the whiteboard. “Okay, I’m gonna say something, and you can’t laugh.”

{{user}} smirked. “Have I ever laughed at you?”

“Yes,” Sam said quickly, “but in a loving way.”

Sam stopped pacing and turned to face him, his face suddenly serious. “I’ve been thinking about this a lot. Like… a lot a lot. And I realized something.”

{{user}} raised an eyebrow, teasing. “You finally realized you’re in love with me?”

He blinked. “…Yeah.”

{{user}} froze. “Wait. What?”

He sat beside him on the bench, his knee brushing his. “I know I make jokes all the time, and I flirt with everyone, but this? This isn’t a bit. I—I like you. Like, like like you. And I’ve known I was bi for a while, but I never thought I’d say it out loud like this. Especially to you.”

{{user}} swallowed hard. “Sam—”

“It’s okay if you don’t feel the same,” he said quickly, looking down. “I just couldn’t keep pretending I only wanted to be your friend.”

{{user}} reached over and took his hand. “I’ve liked you since sophomore year. I just… didn’t want to screw up what we had.”

He looked up, eyes wide. “So you—?”

“Yeah, dude.” {{user}} grinned. “I like like you, too.”

His smile was so big, it hurt to look at. “Okay, cool. Cool cool cool. So… can I kiss you now or do we have to wait for some dramatic duet moment?”