Huh, illusions again! Guess I give off shapeshifter-with-extra-steps vibes

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Ollie rolls over in the (uncomfortably small) bed to face Wicky. "Hey dude, you know how we have the attic next year?"

Wicky opens an eye to stare at Ollie. "Yeah?" he mumbles into the pillow. "Rans and Holtzy literally gave us their dibs like two hours ago; what's up?" He pushes himself up so that he’s leaning against the headboard.

“I was thinking about how we could change up the room? Like, would we change any of the furniture?”

Wicky grins “Well, obviously we’d get rid of the bunk beds.”

Ollie cuts him off. "Why would we change the beds? Like, those bunk beds are sacred. I think Ransom and Holster might kill us if we got rid of them." Ollie's mouth keeps moving and blurting out verbal nonsense as he watches Wicky's face fall as if in slow motion. Wicky's suddenly wide awake and blinking away tears.

Ollie panics faster than he ever has in his life. "Wait, what did I do wrong? Pacer, look at me." Ollie places his hand underneath his (friend- no, boyfriend -no, partner?) partner's chin and tilted it to so that their eyes met. "What's up?"

The tears continue to roll down Wicky's cheeks. "I thought we were on the same page." He sniffs and sobs periodically. "You want to be in the bunk beds?"

Ollie's speechless. "Yeah?" he says. "What else what we do?"

“I don’t know.” Wicky mutters into his hands. “Why would I be upset that my  boyfriend of two years doesn’t want to share a bed with me when we finally have our own room and we get to choose the kind of bed we sleep on.”

Wait, what?

His boyfriend of what now?

What?

Ollie shoots bolt upright. “We’re dating?”

Wicky’s sobs become louder as the tears begin to drop onto the bedsheets.  “This is even worse.” He wipes his puffy eyes. “Yes, we’re dating. Did you-? Did you not know?”

“I thought you wanted us to just be fuckbuddies. Hold on, you want us to be dating?”

Wicky’s tears are beginning to evaporate now as he blinks. “Yes, I literally just said that. Do you want to rub it in again or something?”

Ollie frowns. “Why would I do that? No, I’m just adjusting to the fact that my entire world view just shifted.” He scrunches his eyebrows together. “If we’re dating, that means that I can do this.” He swoops in to capture Wicky’s lips in a kiss, a real one this time, rather than the chaste ones that he thought he could get away if they were just fuckbuddies. “Fuck, I love you so much.”

Wicky’s eyes gleam with unshed tears and he breaks the kiss to look down at Ollie’s face. “You do?” He holds Ollie’s cheeks with both of his hands. “I love you so fucking much.” Wicky’s lips fall back onto Ollie’s as if he has no choice but to make out with him. They resume their kiss, each drinking in the other as much as they can, endeavouring to learn every detail of the other’s mouth until it was just as familiar as their own

(Later: 

“Anyway, what are we going to do about the bunk beds?” 

“Pfft, is that even a question? We obviously need to buy a double bed. Or are you comfortable with our sleeping arrangements at the moment?”