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Everything was going perfect until then.
It could've been in the heat of the moment. Or maybe the extreme amounts of sugar and carbonated drinks had made him act before he thought. Maybe it was all the couples that were slow dancing around them, or just the way that the red and pink lights circled them.
But one thing was for sure, Harold kissed his best friend.
It was like everyone had gone completely silent. In fact, they had.
Harold quickly pulled away, realising what he had just done. He noticed George's wide eyes, extremely red cheeks, the way he hadn't moved at all when Harold kissed him.
And especially how humiliated George looked.
Whispers surrounded them, anything but kind and/or supporting.
"I knew he liked him, but not like that."
"Oh my God!!! Chicken boy is gay. What a freaking fag."
"This has got to be one of his pranks. If not, I'm gonna barf."
"Ew!!! I thought he was actually cool. Then he pulls this stunt!"
"U-uh...I-I..." Harold tried to speak, but he couldn't get any actual words out. He wasn't going to lie, the kiss felt nice. George's lips were oh so soft. And heck, even the way he smelled. It was like someone had put Harold under a spell. A love spell. If it weren't for the awkward and embarrassing moments afterward, he wouldn't of regretted it at all.
Sadly, that wasn't the case.
Harold gulped, trying to hold back salty tears.
"I-I..."
George still had his mouth slightly open from shock. Harold couldn't believe this. He could handle being embarrassed himself, but he felt terrible embarrassing his own best friend.
"I'm s-sorry."
He bolted. Leaving behind the whispers, stares, laughs, and George.