watching movies with soap in his room every weekend had become somewhat almost sacred. the little movie nights were a tradition, a routine you both looked forward to week after week.

with his legs stretched out on the coffee table, your legs over his, wrapped snugly under a blanket with you beside him, soap felt at peace. by now, 7 years into your friendship, soap probably felt more comfortable around you then he did ghost. both of your attention was fixed on the screen, fixated in the hot making out scene between characters in the movie unfolding before the two of you.

“what if we tried that?” his voice broke the silence, accompanied by the quiet sound of him moving his hand from the bag of popcorn to take hold of you jaw, making you face him. “have you ever thought about it? you and me?”

when you didnt respond, as you were completely baffled, soaps gaze returned to the TV, readjusting his position on the couch, “just for fun.” he added nonchalantly, as if testing the waters.