An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
For a while, Emmett tried to forget it. Really, he did. And he was doing pretty well for a while. Christmas came and went, and then New Years, and then they were back in school and he had new classes and new classrooms to figure out, a new schedule to memorize.
But lately it’s been worming its way back into his brain.
Which is really damn annoying. Because now he’s conflicted. Now he knows about the kiss. He knows that Will wants Mike in some way - and Emmett likes to think he knows Mike fairly well. He can say with some certainty that if Mike hadn’t wanted that kiss, it wouldn’t have happened. Mike is stubborn. He’s not afraid to make a scene. He would have pulled away.
But Mike did want the kiss. Emmett knows that. Something in him has suspected nearly since the start. He’s seen the way the two of them exist together. Two halves of a whole. And now that Will told him - damn it, why did Will have to tell him? - the pieces are falling together. The little touches and smiles. Mike’s mouth on the lip of Will’s thermos, Will’s flushed cheeks in the moment before Mike got off his hips.
How unlucky. How inconvenient that Will chose to tell him.
Ignorance is bliss. And now that Emmett knows, Will has robbed him of the privilege of inertia. He can’t just continue along the same track anymore, blithely forging ahead, eyes on the prize. Only a year and a few months left of high school. Just carve out a routine and let the current carry you there.
Only, not anymore. Because that kiss? It changes things.
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... Yeah I’m really blazing through this. Not even gonna apologize lol. With my writing it’s either feast or famine, you get nothing for 6 months and then you get like 4 chapters in the space of two weeks. I do not control the rate at which lobsters die muse.








