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Porsche can't help it and as Pete had put it he does have a type ("You do man, stop drooling on my notes")
There was something about the tallest cold stare down, unbuttoned vintage shirt and slick back-one strand hair.
So he has a crush on Kinn Anakinn and even his name was stupidly intimidating alluring.
Maybe they had only crossed paths once when Vegas accidentally spilled his coffee on the others blue jeans. He loved Vegas. He was Pete's boyfriend since first semester and he bought them food and took him places when he wasn't busy sticking his tongue on Pete's throat. But he was a character himself; he was short tempered and comunnicated exclusively in a range of fifteen words.
So the moment they locked eyes he could see. He saw Vegas pushing Kinn, he saw Kinn throwing a fist to his nose and aiming another at Porsche. He also saw himself walking alone at the altar for his chances with the love of his,most likely,life were waving him goodbye all because Vegas wouldn't wave the accident off.
"I'm sorry,man" He prayed to God Vegas saw the look on his face and apparently he did. Kinn only spared him a look and nodded off like it wasn't a big deal. It wasn't. Gave Porsche one look and walked off, cleaning the spilt coffee on his loose jeans.
Maybe they didn't spoke per say.
But there was something realer than gravity pulling him closer to him.
Destiny, Pete would say.
Horniness, Arm told him the other day.
To Porsche it was both.
•
People spoke. But then, people always spoke.
Rumors said that Kinn was just a facade and his family was the principal to a main mafia underground.
He arrived uni in different cars, always dressed well and upload histories to the most new nauseating restaurants money could afford. Pete and Porsche couldn't relate, only to the nauseating food they could afford in their dorms.
Of course he knew all of this because, who didn't? Kinn was quite a hot topic,girls wanted to fuck him and every guy who wanted to be well off for at least one party looked to hang with him too. But Kinn was only seen in clases and occasionally with his brother and that was about it.
One day, he was walking to his dorm and he saw a brown cat. Vegas had named him catch since he allowed no one around and many people tried to lure him into their dorms yet it was useless since the cat took whatever food you may bring him and ran away with it. It did not allow a single pet, not even by mistake.
Yet there was Catch, laying his head on Kinn Anakkins legs purring so loud he could hear it from when he was spying their private moment like a fucking weirdo in bench three meters behind them. The moment was gone when a group of people passing by scared Catch away and he was gone, leaving Kinn sitting alone with the face of a man content with everything in his life.
So Kinns wealth and the procede of it was part of what spiked Porsche curiosity.
But it was something warm at the pitch of his stomach and the tip of his fingers that made him want to know more.
•
When his second class of the day was over he knew he was done. He had three more to go but it was Friday and he was over Economics. So Porsched pulled his airpods and decided to walk home and sleep until Sunday.
When he was around the building, someone was tapping his shoulder.
"You dropped this"
It was Kinn.
He was offering Porsche something. He didn't know what, just nodded, muttered a quiet thanks and kept walking as fast as he could.
When he arrived Pete wasn't around and he turned off the music from his phone yet he wasn't able to move until Arm knocked on his door later.
•
It took him until Sunday morning to open up his laptop and notes to make himself productive.
As he was running through the things he had to get done on his notes, something flew away between the papers.
It was a black pen that didn't belong to him. It didn't belong to him because it looked more expensive than the cheap transparent pen you buy at the convenience store or the ones he usually steals from Pete or Porchay. And this one had a tiny paper on the lid
Hey, I think you're really handsome
877-XXX-XXXX
Holy shit.
Holy Shit. Holy shit. holy shit.
He called Pete right away. Vegas picked up.
"You better be dying, you piece of sh"
"I am" he said seriously and he heard Pete say something on the other side, then there was ruffle.
"Porsche, wh-"
"He gave me his number" he dead paned on the line
"Who?" they both asked and when they were meet with silence it was Porsche who spoke on the line
"We're going to get married, and we are going to have children. And every new years eve we are going to travel aboard.
Maybe to Korea or somewhere sunny where he'll be shirtless"
"Man, have you even texted him?"
There was another silence.
"Porsche"
"I gotta go Pete, love you" then he hung up.
He was gonna throw up. Does a text would work? Does he call him? God no that's too personal.
So he went to type a message.
Hey, you're not so bad yourself.
Was that cool enough?
Then he hit send and swallowed hard.
That evening Porsche tried to concentrate on his assignments but all he could think was a pretty smile attached to a magnetic man.
•
His head and heart and body was full with anxiety. It was Monday morning and Kinns answer never came, he started to believe it was a joke or maybe he changed his mind or maybe mistaken him for someone else.
Regardless it never came. Until it did at 11:45 am. Just eighteen hours since Porsche texted him, no big deal.
Thanks, I try :)
God Porsche was gone
Wanna meet? I'm infront of your building
What the fuck. He was going to commit multiple types of law violations. He'd shown Pete the message and the other looked as astonished as Porsche felt. He was floating.
I'll wait for you if you want
Another text had entered and the way his heart was racing wasn't okay.
Be there in 10
As soon as the class was over he was launching himself out without even saying Pete goodbye, his eyes were already on the door.
When he arrived outside he tried to locate the other.
Kinn was sitting on a bench wearing a white shirt and black pants, the living image of model off duty himself. There he was accompanied with Catch who was munching a treat. He taught he must cherish this moment on his mind before he makes the next step wherever it may take him. Kinns loose smile and the summer shadow over him.
"I think you're the only one he likes" he said, motioning to Catch.
The taller looked up at him, his furrowed brow dissapearing to make entrance to a smile from his eyes.
"It's a girl"
"No way"
"Yeah, it's a feisty girl, are you?" Kinn said to the cat, who rubbed herself against Kinns hand in order for him to keep petting her.
"I'm Porsche" he said, extending his hand to the other
"I know"
His stomach dropped.
"I've-Well, I've seen you around" he stuttered a little bit, it left Porsche wanting to see more of a flustered Kinn. "I'm Kinn"
"I know" Porsche smiled, as the other shook hands with him "I've seen you too"
When their hands meet, he felt a million stars melting to the touch of thousand of lifetimes and possibilities.
To Porsche, it didn't matter what might be on his past. What mattered to him was the warmth of Kinns smile on him and his heart opening to a kind stranger for the first time.