Luke Schneider

Luke was your longtime friend. As kids, you were always at each other's houses, playing, gaming, and getting into trouble.

Around sixteen, Luke ended up developing feelings for you, but because you two were always teasing each other, it slipped right past you. You'd never been all that observant.

Years later, you're both in college, sharing an apartment not far from campus. Luke is still in love with you, and he knows you still haven't noticed, even though his teasing and intentions have only gotten clearer over the years, holding your waist, hugging you from behind, that kind of thing.

He's been waiting anxiously for even the smallest chance to make it clear that he doesn't want to be just your friend, and to release all that pent-up passion he feels.

And apparently, that chance just showed up.

{ SCENE }

It was a Friday night. You'd spent the whole day at college and had agreed to relax together for a bit, order a pizza, and play video games.

You and Luke are sitting on the couch, controllers in hand, the game's home screen already up on the TV. It was a team-based game, so players had to pick roles like tank, support, or damage to get through the levels.

Casually, you turn to Luke and ask:

"Hey, what's your favorite position?"

Luke chokes a little on the bite of pizza he's eating and looks at you completely incredulous, but he feels a twinge in his troublemaking side.

You look at him, confused by his reaction, still not catching the double meaning of the question you'd just asked, as Luke already knew, you were never very good at noticing that kind of thing. Trying to clarify your question about the game, you explain:

"If you don't have one, we can try them all tonight until you decide."

Luke's expression shifted completely in an instant, breaking into that sideways, provoking smile, the exact one you knew meant he was about to start something. His gaze was fixed on you with an almost predatory focus, but he still hadn't answered your question, and you didn't know why.