Steve's POV
"Batman vs Superman was obviously just a cheap movie meant to bring in big bucks from the title," Snot began arguing his stance, "and it was honestly one big trailer for upcoming movies like Wonder Woman."
"But you have to agree that Lex Luther was played amazingly. He was probably my favorite super villain next to Heath Ledger's Joker," I replied.
Snot and I were sat discussing movies and lazily reading through some of the comics laid across the kitchen table. It was almost like any other Saturday or Sunday evening.
"Don't bring up Heath Ledger, Steve, you know how I feel about his portrayal of the Joker." Snot groaned as he ran a hand through his curly hair.
"You're the only person that I know personally that doesn't like his Joker. I don't understand why your opinions are usually so different from other people's." I state exasperatingly. "You don't even like The Lego Batman Movie. Everyone loves The Lego Batman Movie!" I gesture outwardly.
"The only thing I didn't like was how they shipped Batman and the Joker very openly." Snot shrugged as he picked up a random comic and flipped through it. "I mean I can see where they got that from, but I personally don't ship it..."
"Seriously? How could you not ship them after that movie?" I wonder.
"I believe that the Joker should be with Harley, and I ship Batman with Superman," Snot says coolly as he reaches over and grabs a mint cookie from the middle of the table.
"I'm pretending like you didn't just say that," I say with wide eyes as I get out of my chair and head towards the cupboards.
"Aw come on, don't be like that," He grabs my wrist as I walk by him. "I didn't even do that when you said you ship Sportacus and Robbie Rotten!"
"Because I was joking!" We laughed. "Speaking of which, I'll make you listen to We Are Number One remixes if you don't let go of me."
"In that case I might just hold on a little longer," I stuck my tongue out at his comment, and he chuckled as he let go. I dug around in the cupboard and grabbed a bag of potato chips.
"I'll go get my laptop then," I threw the bag on the table and left the room.
As the kitchen door closes behind me I stare questioningly at a guilty Roger, holding his hands behind his back. "What are you doing Roger?"
"What are you doing?" I open my mouth but he quickly cuts me off, "don't answer that, I already know. I was eavesdropping."
"Why would you need to eavesdrop? You already know about Snot."
Roger begins fanning himself with a huge grin plastered on his face. "You two are my new OTP."
My face twists with confusion. "Say what now?"
"I was peeking in when he grabbed your wrist. That was adorable." He puts his hands on his face. "Did you two ever practice cheesy romantic stuff together? Because he totally likes you."
"What are you talking about? We're just best friends." I say, raising my voice to the point where I'm almost yelling at him. "We never do anything in a romantic way!"
"Best friends sometimes act gay, but you two are the verge of 'couple status'," he says in a sing-song voice, shaking his hands in the air.
He was probably joking, but it didn't stop me from chasing him around the room and up the stairs until he ran into the attic and locked the door behind him.
I never thought about Snot in that way. It made me uncharacteristically mad when Roger began teasing me over Snot. I don't even know how he could see us together.
Sure, we had a 'kiss pact', and that might not be normal for most best friends. And sure, we promised each other that we'd get married if we weren't taken by the end of college. We're just different, it doesn't make us gay for each other. Totally.
'OTP,' I hear Roger whisper through the door.
"Roger!" I yell.
"Steve?"
"Snot!"
"Ship!"
"Shut up!"
"Steve, who are you yelling at? You've been gone for like 10 minutes."
I looked up from where I sat against the door up at Snot. His hands were in his pockets and he had a questioning look on his face. His curly hair was a bit longer then I remembered, which I wouldn't usually give a second thought. And his shirt looked a bit tighter than it did a few moments ago. I began to wonder what his sexuality is. We never really talked about stuff like that...
"Steve, you look like a lost puppy." He took a few steps towards me and held a hand out. "Come on dude, let's just go hang out in your room."
I took hold of his hand and did something crazy. I blame it all on Roger for getting in my head.
I tugged his arm firmly so he'd fall on top of me. He let out a noise of surprise and ended up on my lap, straddling me. One hand was on the door behind me for support and the other was partially on my arm.
If we really aren't gay for each other then nothing will happen here. And that'll prove Roger wrong.
"Are you okay Steve?" Snot asked with concern in his eyes. As I looked back into his eyes, he gave a questioning look. And that's when I realized I wasn't even looking at his eyes anymore, but I was looking at his lips.
Roger's POV
After locking Steve out of my room, I quickly made my way onto Fanfic.web to write some Sneve Fanfiction. That way later I could re-read my work and live in the fantasy of my OTP.
After getting halfway through the first chapter I start hearing soft thuds against my door. I thought Steve would've gotten up and left for downstairs by now, but I guess he was still moping outside my door?
I obnoxiously groaned as I got up off my bed and waddled over to the door, unlocking it and twisting the knob, only to have it fling open.
Steve fell onto his back and Snot fell on top of him, perhaps straddling him before hand?
I squealed as the boy leaned back down to kiss Steve. "OH MY GOD MY OTP IS CANON, NO MORE FANFICTION FOR ME!" I ran across the room and flopped onto my bed.
At some point I think Steve got Snot to leave my room with him, because I had no disguise on and he couldn't let his little boyfriend see me.
"Oh, 100% they went back to Steve's room to do kinky stuff. You know I'm gunna be spying on that."
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... "Why would you write this?" Steve looked up at me from the computer.
"I can't just hold back my inspiration, Steve. An alien needs to release his creative juices."
"This would never really happen in real life," Steve gestured to the screen. "Snot and I really don't like each other that way."
"Shush child."
"But-"
"Shush!"
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AN - Idk, I might wright another one in the future. This was kind of just practice.