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    He looked around at the emptiness of the tree house. His wonder about what he would find inside was now replaced by curiosity about what, exactly, his neighbors and their friends did here. His question was partially answered when he caught sight of the black and white keyboard piano leaning against the back corner.

    He reached out to touch it.

    “Holy crap—”

    Wille whirled around, eyes widening.

    It was the curly haired boy, standing in the tree house.

    He stumbled, his foot slipping on the open edge behind him. Wille shot out his hand and caught the other boy’s flailing wrist, tugging him forward, hard, before he could fall.

    They stood, suspended there, hearts pounding, brown eyes meeting brown eyes for the first time.

    **

    “And then you said, ‘uh, I’m Wille,'” Simon says. “Like I didn’t almost fall to my death!”

    “I was just trying to be polite!” Wille says. Simon throws his head back and laughs, and Wille laughs, too.

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    Or, a childhood-friends-to-lovers tree house au, based on a prompt by grapehyasynth on tumblr.

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    06 Jul 2023