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Truth being told, the decision of going to Quesadilla island or not was a harsh one for Bad.
He knew it was only a few weeks or a few months of vacation, but the prospect of being away of everything he knew always gave him the ick.
When he had received the invitation he emailed Quackity back, asking if he could invite his roommate and best friend Skeppy with him. The answer was an apologetic no, because the islands list was already complete.
So Bad had felt a little uneasy, bwing so far away from Skeppy for so long. When he went up to his best friend about the invite, Bad saw the hesitance and frustration in Skeppy's eyes. Call them co-dependent all you want, because thats what they were.
But Skeppy, like the angel he was deep down, swallowed his doubts and pushed his best friend to go on this awesome vacation. Guaranteeing him that they'd write letters everyday, that when Bad would come back they would spend lots of time together. Maybe Skeppy knew better, because Bad had been craving for a break, he just would have preferred it with his friend.
As soon as he arrived on the island everything had felt so wrong. Bad had never been this far away from Skeppy before, and it felt like the distance across the ocean was some magical force that made him feel exhausted. Bad wondered if Skeppy felt the same.
When the announcement fell that they could never leave the island, Bad simply ignored the seriousness of it, he felt even farther away from Skeppy somehow, but he would do everything to go back to the other man, one way or another.
On the first day where he was meeting the other habitants, one person in particular kept catching his eye. Its not that they were loud, chaotic and charismatic. Well, it was, but also familiar features kept drawing him in.
His name was Roier he learnt. And his acquaintance, Foolish, was the first one to point out how this guy looked a little bit like Skeppy.
Well, in the attitude maybe, but Bad didnt see any reassemblance!
Roier had hazel eyes, whereas Skeppy had dark brown eyes that could be mistaken as black. Roier's skintone was a little lighter and warmer than Skeppy's. Roier had a square strong jaw, when Skeppy's was more soft and triangle shaped.
Skeppy's hair was black, and Roier's was brown. Even though both of their hair seemed to be a mess of swooping curls that defied gravity.
When Bad had a conversation with Roier later, he had to admit that his facial features where quite similar. They both had thick dark eyebrows, and even with the color difference, both their eyes sat big and pretty on the faces. The most obvious things they had in common were their similar prominent noses that seemed to sit perfect right above their dark pink lips. Though Skeppy's lips were more plump than Roier's.
"– Bad, man, don't stare at me like that, i'll blush." Roier laughed, after Bad, maybe, awkardly stared at his lips.
Roier had the same tooth-filled grin, the same obnoxious laugh, and his nose also cutely scrunched, when he laughed, just like Skeppy.
That made Roier so much more annoying to Bad, that there was a copycat of HIS Skeppy that kept bothering him. Not bothering him in a lovely way like his best friend would have. No, Roier only had being handsome on his side, he wasnt an angel like Skeppy was.
So yes, Roier was handsome, because he shared so many traits with Skeppy, thats all. Bad had always thought his roommate was handsome, but maybe this was accentued now that he found himself blushing at Roier's flirting. Looking at Roierhe found himself imagining Skeppy, got flustered, and Roier took it personally.
So maybe, that one time, when Roier led Bad to his room, brushed their hands and got closer than two friends should be, maybe Bad had spared a glance at the other man's lips, almost the same lips as Skeppy, and had considered it. Untill Roier's voice snapped him back into the reality of the situation.
"– What if we kiss, man?" Roier whispered.
Bad snapped out of it and refused. Kissing a man he barely knew because of his resemblance to Skeppy would be extremely unfair. Well, unfair to Roier and to Skeppy.
This whole thing made him reevaluate how he felt about his roommate and realized, maybe that wasnt his first time he had contemplated the idea of colliding his lips to some dark pink, plump ones. That he had thought of Skeppy as more than a friend.
So later, he'd go back to Roier's house, apologize for sending signals. Roier would say that he had nothing to apologize for. Bad would tell him about his dear friend and roommate, and how alike they looked. And they'd laugh about it.
And Bad would go to sleep everynight thinking about how he'd embrace Skeppy, next time he saw him. How maybe there was something there, something to explore. He had never been so excited and unnerved to get back to his house. Thanks to a pestering, copycat, neighbour and new friend.