10

Everything was weird since that evening. Or at least, that's how Eddy felt. They kept filming videos as usual, recording another LingLing40hrs and a Violin Charades. Eddy wasn't sure they could even use the recording from the violin charades because of how Brett looked at him, and how physical their relationship had become since... the lie. Ugh, Eddy knew it was his own fault for leading Brett on the way he had done, and now he wasn't sure how to fix this mess. He felt guilty every time he looked at Brett, seeing his eyes sparkle with joy, every time his cheeks turned a vaguely pink colour. This was not something Eddy could fake on command, obivously, and he wondered how long it would take for Brett to catch on to the obvious signs he was being lied to.

They had agreed on a 'date' at the café later that day, and Eddy was feeling anxious about it. Again he'd have to lie to Brett for hours on end, trying to make it seem like his only problem with holding Brett's hand in public was his fear of being outed as homosexual. He wasn't even homosexual, so he supposed it would only count as a half lie that he didn't want to be outed as one. Eddy had told Brett he wasn't ready for them to go public yet, and being the sweet soul he was he said he had no problems with it. He had squeezed his hand and kissed his cheek before he said: "We'll take it at your pace, Eddy. Always at your pace."

Eddy was getting ready for the 'date'. Was he to dress up for this? The new situation between them made him unsure. They had never dressed up to go to the café before, but now, with Brett thinking things were the way they were... Was this a nice shirt and nice pants-situation? Or could he just wear his regular denim jacket? Normally, if this was a date with literally anyone but Brett, he would ask Brett what he thought. Could he still do that? Stupid, this was stupid. Of course he could still ask, they were still best friends. He pulled out his phone.

Yo, what is the dress code for the date, bro? :Me 13:07

13:09 Brett: Whatever you're comfortable in, love x

Eddy almost puked at the reply. Too sweet, too innocent, too convinced. Worst of all: It didn't answer his question. He wasn't even sure why he cared so much, he was going to the café with his friend. It should appear as if he was going to the café with his friend. He chose the "I need to practice" times three t-shirt and decided on the denim jacket. He put on his white trousers and inspected himself in the mirror. 'Does the white trousers make me look gay?' he asked himself in his head, but shook his head at the thought. He had worn these trousers probably a thousand times before. If it made him look gay, then everyone would think he was already, so he couldn't care about that now.

He grabbed his wallet and phone and put them both in his pocket before heading out, even though he half expected Brett to pay since it was Brett who had asked Eddy on a date. That was common courtesy, right? He checked his hair in the mirror next to his front door one last time before opening the door and stepping out. 

He checked the time on his phone while making his way down the street. Still plenty of time, no worries. Brett was probably there already, judging from the excitement his entire body had beamed with when Eddy had agreed on the date. Eddy hadn't felt anything but guilt. Of course, he was happy for his friend, but it was eating him up inside knowing he was lying to him. This wouldn't work out in the long run, and Eddy knew that, but seeing his friend this happy made him put off telling him the truth. Stupid, but easy.

The café they were going to was the same one as Brett had his breakdown in, which felt weird. They hadn't been there since, and hopefully nothing had changed. Eddy grabbed the handle on the door of the café and stepped inside.