memes at the park ft green jacket

The wind billowed throughout the park, rustling the leaves on the trees and eliciting waves from the grass. The clouds drifted by lazily, obscuring the sun for a moment only for it to reveal itself once again. Under the tree, patches of sunlight adorn two men sitting upon the soft greenery.

Eddy shifted his gaze from the horizon to his bespectacled best friend slurping away on some matcha bubble tea. A small smile is playing at his lips as he looks down at his phone. Eddy can sense the contentment emanating from Brett in waves, accompanied by the hummed notes of the Tchaikovsky violin concerto. Eddy took a slice of guava from the tupperware they brought from home and munched on it.

"Whatcha lookin' at, hey?" Eddy asks, curious as to what his favorite person is smiling about other than the tapioca pearls in his mouth. Brett smiles wider and shows him his phone screen. Pictured on the screen is the most talented subreddit ever, and Eddy chuckles at the meme/petition on it. Brett scooches closer to Eddy to better share the screen as they view the page together.

They peruse the memes in silence punctuated by occasional laughs, Brett's bubble tea slurping, and the singing birds backed by the whistles of the breeze. After a few minutes, Eddy realized that Brett is basically pressed up to his side now. He felt one slight tremor too many shake Brett's small frame, and Eddy took off his green jacket to drape it over Brett's shoulders.

"Thanks," Brett says, snuggling deeper into the fabric. Eddy feels something weigh in his chest at the sight of Brett basically drowning in his jacket, an I love you whispering at the back of his mind, like a cat curling up for a nap. Brett really does look good in green. Eddy settles back again to continue looking at memes, his arm finding its way around Brett's shoulders. At some point, Eddy took a random dandelion and tucked it in Brett's ear, earning himself an eye roll.

Time flows around them faster than they expected, the sun now slowly dipping behind the tall pine trees on the horizon. Stars slowly twinkle into being on the purple sky as Brett yawns, his eyes droopy like a koala's, and Eddy figures it's time to go. Eddy gets up, bringing Brett with him by the hand and they pat away bits of grass from their clothes. Eddy picks up the empty bubble tea cup Brett left behind and they walk back to Eddy's car, Brett still looking at his phone. Eddy dropped the cup into a trash can they passed by.

The car was parked by a lamp post on the passenger side, and Eddy almost, almost let Brett walk into it but decided to drag him back by the scruff of the jacket at the last second. Brett just kept walking as if nothing happened, and Eddy shook his head, feeling a smile tugging at his lips. Yeah, he should've let him walk into it.

Eddy put on their Spotify playlist, the first notes of Méditation de Thaïs flow into the car as he geared the car into ignition. Brett was looking forward steadily when Eddy glanced at him, his head lolling side to side to the music.

"What do you think we're gonna do once we're not as famous anymore?" Brett asks out of nowhere. "We're famous?" Eddy jests, but starts to contemplate it more seriously. He's sure they'll continue to get viewers for a while but they're almost in their thirties, and eventually they're gonna be in their forties and they wouldn't even realize. Hopefully TwoSetApparel will continue to thrive but it is quite concerning where they might end up once they get older. It feels just like 3 years ago again, people asking what they will do once the YouTube thing is done.

Eddy glances at the radio, the last notes of Salut d'Amour left suspended in the air. "What if we upload recordings on Spotify?" Eddy says, more to himself. "I've seen fans leaving comments, they like to see and hear us play seriously." Brett stays silent, probably mulling it over in his mind as well. The scenery shifts from tall pine trees to small houses and then to their familiar neighborhood.

The moonlight bounces off the asphalt as Eddy parks the car. The familiar sight of their potted plant on the porch greets them, and they enter the small apartment. Both men take off their shoes and put them on the rack, Brett going off to the couch and letting himself fall face down.

Eddy follows him and runs his fingers through Brett's hair once, taking a seat at the armrest. "We'll figure it out together eventually, yeah?" Eddy receives a muffled "mmh" in reply, and he goes off to call for Chinese takeout.

He takes a quick shower and finishes changing right as the doorbell rang. As he walked to the door, he saw that Brett had fallen asleep, his glasses askew on his face. He was curled in a fetal position, the jacket covering half his cheek. Cute. Eddy paid the delivery guy and brought the food to the coffee table.

"Hey, food's here." Eddy shook Brett's arm to wake him. Brett groaned groggily but got up, rubbing his eyes as Eddy took a seat beside him. Brett laid his weight on Eddy's arm, and Eddy laughed at Brett's attempt at staying awake. With the trajectory his head was on, it's basically going to end up on Eddy's lap at some point. Eddy put the food on his lap, expertly feeding Brett pieces of salted chicken and rice and pushing his head back every time it went dangerously low. Eddy barely caught him once and Brett almost nosedived into sweet and sour sauce and rice.

Eddy put the styrofoam container back on the coffee table once they finished the food and just sat back on the couch. Brett laid his head on Eddy's lap and snuggled in, and Eddy ran his fingers through Brett's hair, humming Deux Arabesques.

"Hey Eddy."

"Hm?"

"I love you."

Eddy smiled. "I love you, too."

Notes:

Every update of this series thing always starts with some vague idea that eventually unfolds itself I guess. All I had written at first was just the jacket and something about nature, but I guess green was kinda tranquil for me (as long as it's not neon). The guava came from my grandma bringing a frick ton of it the day before I was writing this and every time I left my bedroom, I smelled guava.
I was listening to my classical music playlist as I was writing and pretty much all the pieces I mentioned except Meditation was playing at the moment that I wrote the sentence. Also, have you noticed yet that I'm a sucker for casual physical affection? <3
Pieces:
Tchaikovsky Violin Concerto in D Major
Méditation de Thaïs
Salut d'Amour
Deux Arabesques