āItās pitch black and I can still see you blushing.ā or " Please, just shut up so I can kiss you" the boys mcpriceley plz ty
Kevin and Connor are sitting opposite each other at their tiny kitchen table, wordlessly staring each other down. There is a chipped, gray mug sitting between them, halfway filled with liquor of questionable origin, waiting for someone to take the first sip. The table is covered in cracks and mystery stains and thereās this unidentifiable sticky substance caked to the top that never seems to come off, no matter how hard they scrub. Most likely from a twenty-year-long line of rotating missionaries that has abruptly ended with them.Ā
Itās their legacy, Kevin thinks, and heās not particularly sorry for it.
He feels guilty, yes. And perhaps even a little bit sad. But thereās this other part of him, a part of him heās only recently allowed to surface, that actually feelsĀ thankfulĀ for all of this. Thankful for Arnold. Thankful for Elder McKinley. Thankful that he doesnāt need to beĀ Elder Price, anymore. Thankful that nobody expectsĀ perfectionĀ from him, anymore. They donāt expect it because he has already let them down. And byĀ them, he means everyone. His parents, the Churchā¦ even his fellow Elders, several of whom promptly left only days after agreeing to stay. They blamed Arnold and Kevin for their disgrace on their way out, citing that they will report this blasphemy to the Church the minute they get back.
And, yet, Kevin Price still finds himself feeling pretty damnĀ good. He thinks Elder McKinley feels good, too, but is too stubborn to admit it. Thereās a light in his eyes, these days, that hadnāt been there before.Ā
Kevin pushes the mug to Connorās side of the table. āYou first.ā
āNo way,ā Connor makes a face and pushes it back. āYou first.ā
Kevin scoffs. āWhy doĀ IĀ have to go first?ā
āBecause you lost at rock, paper, scissors,ā Connor says, waiting a moment before adding, āAnd because I said so.ā
āI donāt have to listen to you anymore, you know,ā Kevin says with a cheeky smile. āTechnically, the district is dissolved, and you canātĀ leadĀ a dissolved district.ā
āI canĀ leadĀ whatever I want and right now IāmĀ leadingĀ you to take a sip of this drink.āĀ
And then Connor smiles with those bright blue eyes of his, and Kevin knows heās lost.
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