This is a scene where two boyfriends try to support their friend. It’s from Falling in Love and Other Bad Ideas.
Ryan and Luke watched me eagerly as I grabbed things from my locker. I shared homeroom with the former, and Ryan treated homeroom, punctuality, and other things he didn’t want to do as optional rather than mandatory, one of the few things I respected him for.
Luke always complained about Ryan’s brown hair falling into his eyes and adding additional walking challenges for a guy who never made peace with gravity, but now his own blonde locks were doing the same thing. Ryan had the same shoes as Luke so their feet could be twins or something. They were both wearing flannel shirts, Ryan’s mostly red with blue, Luke’s mostly blue with red. Which… how? Did they call each other up and plan their outfits? Luke never even wore flannel.
Luke said, “I want to talk about Zach’s love interest.”
I scowled at how he phrased it while saying, “And now for the simple, folksy Luke wisdom.”
He frowned. “Don’t think anyone has ever called me folksy before.”
I smirked. “They have called you simple, that’s what I’m hearing.”
“Hey,” Ryan warned, jumping to his boyfriend’s defense. “I will fight you. With my words.”
“Dude, come on.” Luke said to me, giving me his earnest, dumb Luke smile. “You should go for it.” Groundbreaking. He kept going. “Somewhere along the line you went from not dating much to not dating at all. If you like this guy—”
“I don’t even know him.”
“Then get to know him. And if you like him, go for it.”
“God, you’re hot,” Ryan told him.
“Thanks babe.” Luke’s dimples appeared as he smiled at Ryan. “I’m also right.”
“Duh, that’s what makes you even hotter.”
They left, even though we had been right next to homeroom, and Luke needed to go to homeroom because that was how school worked. He let Ryan lead him off anyway because true love meant more than compulsory attendance or some shit like that.
When Luke and Ryan were morons who made their relationship 50 times more difficult than it needed to be, at least they provided some entertainment. However, it was also a hassle for me because they would both expect me to listen to their woes and provide answers. Nobody even paid me for it. Yet this same page, ride-or-die stuff they’d been doing lately was so… insane.
The couple weren’t just crazy kids hopped up on hormones thinking they were destined to be together forever. They had become shockingly stable somehow. As if they truly expected to go the distance when they’d barely even started the race.