It is just a chaste kiss, but it’s the most wonderful thing that Skylar ever experienced. Jaime's lips are so soft against his, like the cherry blossom’s petals floating in the air carried away by spring breezes, so gentle and delicate. Skylar can feel Jaime’s warm breath on his face. He smells like vanilla and artificial scent from the strawberry beer he just drank. He hopes the time would stop so he can stay forever like this.

His heart thumping under his ribcage like it’s going to explode anytime soon. The thrilling and excitement he’s been carving for. He always thought the book only exaggerates the feelings but now he knows, it thousand times better.

Skylar is too cowardly to kiss him under the alcohol’s control but he’s too bliss to care, let the alcohol be blamed and let the consequences be damned.

Part of him wants Jaime will remember this only as part of his dream because once again Skylar is too cowardly when he’s sober.

He needs to pull out, eventually; he expects Jaime to push him away or slap him on the face, but instead, he lets out endearing twinkle giggles with his flush cheeks. He giggles until his eyes disappear and at that moment, Skylar is sure he just sees two moons that night.

One in the sky,

Another one in Jaime’s eyes.

Jaime wakes up with a stiff neck and dry throat like he has just swallowed a handful of sand. His head throbbing from the hangover, he’s trying to open his eyes and the sunray almost blinding his vision. He sleeps on the rooftop, for fuck's sake.

“Fuck, feel like a shit” Jaime curses under his breath, he’s trying to get up when he feels a blanket covering him

“Well good morning to you too” Skylar stirs beside him, rubbing his bleary eyes.

“You let me sleep on a rooftop???” Jaime asks.

“Us precisely, and I tried to wake you up last night but you sleep like a freaking zombie downing a litre of vodka” Skylar get off the divan and folds the blanket.

Jaime doesn’t remember what Skylar told him, he was too drunk and tired last night “if I catch a cold it’ll be your fault”.

“it's almost summer you dumbass, now c'mon”

“Where?”

“Breakfast and Ginger need her morning snack”

Ginger meows beside his feet agree

“I can’t eat” Jaime folds his hand on his chest

“Why? Don’t tell me you’re on a diet or something because I won’t believe that shit. I tried to drag you inside last night and I almost broke my spine”

Jaime's eyes widen in incredulity “You! – asshole!” Jaime hisses “I need to shower first”

Skylar groans “Who the hell showered before breakfast on Sunday?”

Jaime rolls his eyes “Who the fuck can eat with a sweaty body after sleeping on the fucking rooftop and wake up after sunbath”

Skylar shakes his head defeated “Alright, we shower first”

“we?!!” Jaime makes a dramatic gasp, covering his mouth with his hoodie paw

Skylar chokes on his spit “I – I mean I shower first then You next” he saunters away and leaves Jaime to go inside

Jaime stares at his back, amused.

After finishing his shower, Jaime finds Skylar already sitting on the kitchen counter. He’s wearing Skylar’s black T-shirt, not he has many options to choose as he barely found anything different besides dozens of damn black T-shirts.

“You seriously don’t have any long sweatpants or something?” Jaime sits in front of him, he’s wearing Skylar’s shorts that even can’t reach his knees and gets shorter when he sits.

“I brought all of that to laundry yesterday, weekend is my laundry day” He answers pouring water into both of their glass.

“Yeah, of course, Mr organise freak” Jaime teases wiggling his eyebrows.

“Shut up and eat, I’m trying to have a peaceful Sunday morning here” he grunts whilst throwing a pair of chopsticks to Jaime’s chest.

Jaime chuckles and starts to eat soy sauce ramen from his bowl.

After a long argument between ordering pasta or chicken and they came up with the conclusion that both of that was too greasy, Jaime suddenly whines he got sweet-tooth and Skylar was too hungry to argue further, he ended up giving up and letting Jaime get his fucking soy sauce ramen. Actually, Skylar is not a picky eater, he just purposely chooses something opposite from Jaime. He likes it when Jaime talks back and argues, listens to his whine and insists that he should get what he wants. Teasing him could be his new hobby from now on.

“What do you do today?” Skylar asks, still focusing on slurping his noodle.

“Nothing, usually I’ll watch cliché drama with Mikey. Oh shit! I forgot! I sent Mikey back by a cab last night and I forgot to check him up, fuck I hope he’s not choked with his vomit” Jaime immediately send a text to his roommate to ask if he was alright and apologise didn’t tell him he wasn’t going home last night. 

He gets the reply quicker than he expected only with ‘I’m in Jessica’s ’. 

Of course, Mikey will spend Saturday night in his fuckbuddy’s house.

“Mikey?” Skylar asks

“yeah my roommate, he’s going feral if he knows where I slept last night?”

“why?”

“He’s a big fan of Band-Aid band” Jaime chuckles, stealing a radish pickled from Skylar’s bowl

“But now you’re one of them”

“I know, he seems proud of me than I proud of myself, he’s fucking cried when I told him I nailed the audition” Jaime tries to steal another radish pickled but Skylar slaps his chopstick away, makes Jaime pout

“He’s a good friend, you should keep him” Skylar gives up with that pout and puts two radishes pickled in Jaime’s bowl causing the younger to grin.

“I know” Jaime mumbles after shoving himself a mouthful of noodles.

“If you don’t have anything to do today, we can start to make music” Skylar informs.

Jaime almost chokes, he gulps his water before asking “you serious??? We are making music? You and Me???”

"Yes, We. What part of we you don't understand? Aren't you a scholarship recipient?"

"Oh hell yessss!!! Fucking finally!!!" Jaime punches the air like he just won a lottery or something.

Skylar feels warmth creep onto his chest when he saw how passionate Jaime is in making music like he has been waiting for this moment for ages. The puppy look that Jaime throws at him makes Skylar’s cheek heated. He clears his throat “Finish your food and wipe your mouth, I’ll wait in my studio”

Skylar’s studio turns out as a spare room in his humble apartment. He stuffed it with a computer and any other compartment for music production. There’s also a keyboard and electric guitar on the corner. Skylar already sits behind his computer screen, clicking some files. Jaime sits on the long bench behind the keyboard.

“You play the keyboard?” Jaime asks.

Skylar hums, his eyes still focus on the monitor screen “My first instrument that I played is piano, actually. I rarely play it tho, though mostly Yannick  use it when he’s too anxious to practice before his recital on his own piano”

Jaime hums understanding “what that’s a camera for?” Jaime is pointing to his mirrorless camera on the table.

Skylar rubs his neck shyly “ Uh I – I make cover sometimes” then he looks away bashfully "Sometimes just random live broadcast, talking about music"

“No way! You’re kidding, right?” Jaime's eyes widen in surprise.

“It’s not serious, just when I’m bored” Skylar averted his gazes from Jaime, he never talked about it to anyone else besides his bandmates

“Bullshit, how many subscribers ?”

“I dunno 10.000 I guess”

“Oh damn, you’re secretly famous, aren’t you?” Jaime shakes his head in disbelief.

“Quit being dramatic” Skylar snorts but he feels glad about Jaime’s reaction

“you never told me, I should subscribe you.”

“you never ask” Skylar shrugs “you can be my guest”

Jaime is still silent, his shoulder tense a bit

“I – I mean, if you want to, ” Skylar clarifies

“You sure? You’re going to lose your subscriber ” Jaime teases. He expected Skylar to say ‘Nah maybe they’ll just skip your part or mute it’ but instead-

“Rubbish, they should listen to your amazing voice and they’ll realise what they’ve been missing” Skylar blurts out, and he successfully makes himself surprised. He can see Jaime’s eyes pop up, and he’s blushing, Jaime is sucked to cover his flattered look, Skylar can tell from his trembling lips trying to suppress his smile, that he’s so fucking endearing.

Skylar clears his throat “So what kind of song do you think we should play for the competition?”

Jaime seems taken aback by the subject changes but he smiles eventually “so you’re asking for my opinion right now?” he teases.