the brain project [1]

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everett

he might actually admit that he is in love with the boy next to him.

always on my mind by the irrepressibles plays softly in the background of their chatter, and how is it even possible to find someone that's amazing as aidan and loves the same band as him?

he turns to aidan. "are—"

"sh," aidan murmurs, reaching over to grasp his hand. his eyes close and he rests his head back against the headrest. "the orchestra solo is about to be on."

the corner of everett's lips tug up. he closes his eyes, too, listening to the rapid playing of the violin and the cello and the bass, listening to the way aidan taps his finger against the steering wheel, listening to everything all at once.

when he opens his eyes, aidan is watching him.