so?
Yeah I donno. I guess i should respond.
Now do you believe me?
All these years tell you that man looked at you like he wanted to eat you. And you just thought I was being dramatic.
We were 15. You thought every gay man wanted to suck my dick. Which, thanks for being such an ally. I guess.
History has proven that I am correct.
girl, don't.
Tell me how it goes, xoxo
Luka clicked his phone off and got the laptop for August, then returned to the living room where they were eating an apple that had somehow appeared in the minute he was gone.
"Give it here.” August tossed the apple onto the coffee table, making Luka cringe, and reached for the laptop. They made a face once it was in their hands. “I forgot how heavy this thing is, Christ. Okay, what’s your password? Thanks so… Let's see here. Whoa, you were not kidding.”
“Told you.” Luka peeked at the screen and felt his anxiety spike through the roof. The notifications had reached over eight thousand.
“Oh.”
“You have so many DMs. Do you want me to go through them? Also, I’m shutting down your inbox now. This is crazy.”
Luka didn’t want to look at the screen. “I’ve never had to filter my inbox before. Never thought that would be a problem.”
“There, now only people you follow can message you.”
“Thanks.” He dared to look and immediately turned away, feeling nauseous. The sheer number of messages he had gotten was terrifying. “Put my account on private too; I’m begging.”
“Got it.” August clicked away then started scrolling. “Oh, here he is.”
“Wait, really?” Luka snatched the laptop and stared at the screen for all of two seconds before shutting it. “I can’t do this.”
“Sure, you can. Or I mean, I’ll do it for you.” August grabbed the laptop back and opened it. “Password again?” Luka reached over and typed it in, then promptly turned away from August. “Want me to read it to you?” they asked.
Luka sat for a moment, running his finger over a hangnail on his thumb and considered yanking it off even if it always madea bigger wound than if he just left it alone. “No," he said, then regretted it. “Yes.”
“Hey!” August started, sounding more chipper than Reno probably would but Luka wasn’t insane enough of a fan boy to correct them. “I’m Reno! We met back in two thousand five. I didn’t meet a lot of people on that tour, it was my first time in the states. I thought of you many times. Want to come to my concert? I have VIP pass for you if you want to catch up. L.M.K. In all caps.” August paused and put a hand on Luka’s shoulder to force him to turn back to them. “What do you wanna say? The concert is a few hours away in Columbia. I’ll drive.”
“I can drive myself.”I thought of you.“Is that really what it says?”
August laughed. “Yes, and I don’t think you’ll wanna leave your car parked overnight there if you end up not driving home, if you catch my drift.”
Luka shuddered. “That won’t happen. There’s no way he wants that from me.”
“Okay, well I’m messaging back telling him to put me on the guest list because I’m driving you and you’re going.”
“Wait, what are you typing?” Luka was sweating through his t-shirt at this point and it wasn’t even that warm outside yet. “Please don’t make me a loser.”
“You could never be a loser. I said, ‘I'd like that, my friend can drive me. Will you put them on the guest list since the show is sold out?’”
“It’s sold out?”
“Yeah, I looked it up. I’m fast.” August smiled and it only helped take the edge off his panic slightly. It was probably a good thing he wasn’t walking into this alone. “Oh, he’s typing. He said, ‘Oh great, I can do that. Give me a name to put it under and they will be at will call.’ Hm, a bit too the point, but maybe he’s nervous too. ‘Luka Fischer.’ There, done.” August snapped thelaptop closed. “The notifications should calm down after a bit. But a word of advice: hide your hair under a beanie or something when you go to the show. Your selfies are on Twitter.”
“Shit.” He didn’t want to change his hair. He’d had the same color since he was fifteen. “Can I borrow one? I don’t know where mine is.”
