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See You In Five Years.

a vds one shot. you can find more on my ao3.

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Sometimes, making life-long pacts with your best friend is the only way to avoid being alone. Even if you were never really alone to begin with.

Lucas didn't look up from his laptop even as he heard the pitter-patter of the rain against his window stop. He didn't look up when he heard his window slide open and he didn't even look up when he saw a shadowy figure from the distance slip right in. He only looked up when the figure shakes his head, tossing light flickers of water droplets from his dark wet hair towards the entirety of Lucas' room.

Really, he only looked up because some of it fell on his face and he groaned that he had shoved his bed too close to the window, clearly not protecting himself entirely from the now drenched boy staring at him.

Raising a brow, Lucas snickered as he took in how funny Jens looked. His dark hair was sticking towards his forehead, fitted button down shirt completely soaked and there was now a small puddle underneath his feet. Lucas tried to hide his snicker as Jens narrowed his eyes onto him, giving him a beady look.

"I take it the date didn't go so well?" He asked, biting his lip back from releasing his giggles.

Jens snorted. "Do I need to confirm that?"

"Well no," Lucas teased, "But I do want a backstory on how you found yourself climbing through my window in the pouring rain when you still have so much of the night left with your date." He got up from his bed and walked over to his closet, pulling out a clean fresh towel.

Jens just snorted again, as Lucas handed him the towel. The snarl on his face looked playful, but he still narrowed his eyes at him. Lucas just continued to watch as he dried his hair and patted his shirt down a bit, even though it still remained just as soaked.

"Do you have a shirt I could borrow?" Jens asked, clearly averting the topic of conversation. Lucas would let him get out of it for now, but it was going to be brought up again. One way or the other.

For now, he would help Jens avoid making a literal flood on his bedroom floor.

Turning back around into his closet, Lucas rummaged around in one of his drawers. Most of his own clothes were packed and in boxes, but he still left the small section of Jens' shirts and a spare hoodie stored where they always were. Picking up the first red shirt he saw folded up, he repeated the same motion and reached over to hand it to Jens.

"Thanks," Jens said, as he began to unbutton his shirt. "I keep forgetting that I have a stash of clothes at your place."

"You don't remember coming over with a backpack and a bunch of crumpled shirts after the first night you stayed over and claimed my shirt was going to suffocate you in your sleep so you made a show out of it by taking it off?"

"You don't remember my chest about to rip that thing apart and you crying that I was ruining your favourite shirt?"

"I was not crying." Lucas protested, before letting out a light huff.

Jens stuck his tongue out at him before peeling off the soaked button down, and Lucas tried not to look at the broadness of his chest before pulling the shirt over his head. It wasn't the first time he'd seen his best friend shirtless, but each time he did it was like a shock to his system. He always found Jens rather attractive, possibly even being the most attractive person he's ever laid eyes on. He was also convinced he was the most attractive person to roam the earth. But he didn't want to be awkward and make things weird, so he tried to avoid gawking at Jens and his prettiness, no matter how hard he tried.

After all, they were just friends.

Best friends sure, but just friends.

Lucas snapped out of his little thought bubble when he felt Jens unzip his black jeans off, leaving him in his boxers. He flopped onto his bed, enveloping in its soft warmth and Lucas was just glad he didn't crush his laptop. Sighing, Lucas took a seat on the edge of the bed, staring as Jens stuffed his face into a pillow and groaned.

"Dating sucks." He heard him mumble into the pillow. Even though Jens couldn't see his expression, Lucas nodded in agreement.

"Was the date that bad?"

Lifting his head up, Jens turned over and laid on his back. Lucas watched as his dark brown eyes glossed over his ceiling, frowning at the lack of posters that used to hang over his head.

"Did you already remove your posters?" He asked, clearly changing the subject.

Shrugging again, Lucas nodded. "Jens, we literally move into the flat next week. University starts in two weeks." Pausing, he looked at him, quite alarmed. "Don't tell me you haven't started packing yet."

Jens huffed out a laugh, the creases by his eyes crinkling a bit. "I have not. Thanks for reminding me. Maybe it'll be nice to finally meet some new people."

Raising his brows, Lucas gave him a smirk. "To meet as friends or to go on more horrible dates with?"

Scoffing, Jens wrinkled his nose and looked at him. "At this point, both. You're annoying me and I could easily replace your title of best friend."

"You won't. You already lost your dignity when you drunkenly admitted I was your new best friend. Poor Robbe, I don't think I've seen anyone so heartbroken."

"Yeah well, when you chose kissing me over Kes, I think he was just as heart broken."

"Kes is my best friend!"

"And I'm not?"

"You are. But, you're probably easily replaceable as well. Unlike him."

"Fuck you." Jens laughed, grabbing the pillow behind his head and gently hitting Lucas with that. "Take that back."

"Fine, I'll take it back." He teased, rolling his eyes in fake annoyance. Reaching over, he poked Jens in the stomach. "So, what happened on your date with that hot chick you saw at the club?"

"Hot chick?"

"I'm gay Jens, not blind."

"Fair enough." He snorted. Sighing, he just shrugged. "I don't know, I feel like she was just rushing too into it you know? Like it's our first date, and you're already asking me about a possible future? I don't even know your favourite colour!" Taking a paused, he sighed again. "Can't believe we were already talking about marriage."

"Damn," Lucas replied. He didn't really know what to say, so he gave him another soft smirk. "Doesn't really explain why you crawled through my window though."

"Because I think she wanted to kiss me in the rain but she had this seafood pasta at the restaurant and I was not willing to make out with lobster tonight. So I kind of ran away, realized I was on your street, hid in your bushes and figured I had some luck with your window."

"I have a front door."

"What's the fun in that?"

Giggling, Lucas shook his head. His soft curls, bounced lightly as he felt Jens still smiling rather cockily at his. Giving him a teasing look, he replied.

"I think you're just as much of a bad date as she was."

"Maybe," Jens admitted, laying his head back down on Lucas' pillow. "I hope she finds the guy who's going to agree to her wedding dress on their first date though."

Not really knowing what to say, Lucas nodded. He then decided he was feeling a little drowsy, so he laid down himself. The blankets, sweater and sweatpants he had on felt cozy and warm, but it was also the ease and comfort Jens gave him that made him want to drift off. Closing his eyes, he hummed lightly, allowing himself to listen to the gentle rain hit his windows as Jens breathed slowly beside him. A few minutes passed, and he felt Jens stir a bit. Opening his eyes back up, he took a peek at the boy, who was already gazing at him.

"What are you thinking about?" Lucas asked, taking in the expression on his face. After two years of knowing him, Lucas had gotten fairly good at reading through all his expressions.

"You know, some people have this pact. Like, if in ten years they don't get married, they'll just marry each other. Like a back-up plan."

"So in ten years, you're telling me you won't have one good date?"

"I mean, I didn't say that. But you won't find the one you want to marry I guess. So, you resort to the person you made a pact with. Probably better than being alone."

"Probably. Though, it would suck if the whole thing is orchestrated just so two people don't end up alone. Kind of sounds a bit lonelier."

"Yeah but," Jens sighed. He turned away from looking at Lucas and faced his, now empty, ceiling. "You would obviously make the pact with someone you could see living forever with. Someone platonic enough that you could see yourself being with them for the rest of your life."

There was something in the way Jens was speaking, something hidden. Lucas carefully studied the way his jaw was clenched, hands pressed firmly on his stomach and the intense chewing on his lip. There were many expressions of Jens that he had come to know and love, but this one suddenly felt the most unfamiliar.

"What are you getting at?" He finally asked, forcing Jens to look back at him.

"We should make a pact."

Widening his eyes, Lucas quickly bolted up. He let his jaw hang loose for a second, trying to see if there was anything to hint that Jens was joking. Jens slowly sat up and shook his head, wondering why Lucas reacted to strangely. How else was he supposed to react? His best friend had essentially asked to marry him.

At least, in the next ten years.

"Are you serious?"

"Dead serious. Shitty dates keep happening to us, at least in the end we'll have each other."

Lucas knew what his heart wanted. He knew exactly what he longed for and you know what, maybe, maybe, just maybe, in ten years, he could have just that. There were many risks that could occur if he agreed, but on the bright side, he could deal with it later.

As in, in ten years.

Getting up without a word, Lucas headed over towards his desk. It was probably the last part of his room he had left to pack. Pulling out some of his fancy art paper and some calligraphy pens, Lucas began to scribble about. He could feel Jens eyeing at him, as he tried to make the most impressive contract he could muster up in a few short minutes.

Finally, he headed over back to Jens. Handing it over, he watched as Jens began to read through it, his brows furrowing at the words on the paper.

"In five years from today, if we have no luck with anybody else, we will go on a date. And whatever happens from there, we will determine into our ten year plan. At least, we can test the waters before diving into, well, marriage." Lucas explained.

Jens nodded, agreeing with what was contracted. He looked up at Lucas, his beautiful brown eyes looking into his blue ones. Holding his breath, he tried not to get lost in them.

"Hand me a pen to sign it." Jens instructed.

And with that, both boys scribbled their names over the hasty black line Lucas had drawn out for them. The blue ink seeped into the paper, running a bit messily over top of each other's signature. Taking a second to admire the agreement, Jens turned his head to smirk at Lucas.

"See you in five years."

-

Banging on the door, Lucas waited impatiently for Jens to open it. He didn't think moving back to Utrecht meant Jens would follow him, but after they both studied at the University of Amsterdam and completed their degrees together, Jens figured it would probably be an easy way to make job connections if he stayed close to where he graduated from. Lucas wasn't complaining, even after the four years he and Jens had lived together during university. And a year later, after landing steady successful jobs, Jens being a producer for upcoming Dutch artists at a record label and Lucas being one of the main managers at a art and history museum, he was still not tired of coming home to his and Jens' shared place at the end of a long day.

Except maybe right now, when Jens was being stubborn and Lucas was getting annoyed at the feeling of wet clothes sticking to his skin.

"Jens, open up." He called out, banging on the door again.

A minute passed and Jens finally did open up. Lucas noticed the set of headphones he had on his shoulders and realized he must have been playing his music too loud to have heard him the first few times. Jens took one good look at the way his curls pressed agains his forehead as water droplets trickled down his face. He tried to look annoyed, but with the wet clothes still sticking onto him, he probably just looked cold and tired. And miserable.

"Jesus," Jens mumbled, opening the door wider so Lucas could come in. "You are drenched. Come in."

"Thanks." He huffed, trying not to sound as sarcastic as possible.

As he peeled off his wet shoes and socks, Jens wandered over to the thermostat to turn it up a bit. It still may be the last few days of the summer, but with how Lucas was shivering underneath his, now soaked, knitted sweater, he could use some extra heat. He peeled his denim jacket off his body as Jens disappeared into his room. Heading straight to the dryer, he dropped it in, ignoring the water droplets that leaked a little trail behind him.

"Here," Jens said, handing him a towel. "I suggest you take off your shirt and jeans off now, before you flood the rest of the place."

Scoffing, Lucas did as told. After he dumped his clothes in the dryer, he wrapped the towel around him "I'm going to head to the bathroom to dry my hair." He chattered, feeling even colder as he stood in just his boxers.

Jens nodded. "I'll bring you some clothes."

"Thanks."

Once he got into the bathroom, Lucas frowned at his reflection. His face looked extra tired, his cheeks sunken in a bit as the bags under his eyes seemed more prominent. This week had been hell, and it finished off just as horrible. A small knock on the door startled him quickly but he relaxed as Jens held a hand out with a change of clothes.

"I'm not looking." Jens announced as Lucas took the pair of sweatpants and sweater from him.

"I know." Lucas said, mustering a small smile.

He looked at the pair of grey sweatpants in his hands and Jens' red sweater, the one with a graphic design and was worn through a large portion of high school. A warmth finally glowed within him, feeling sentimental at the gesture of Jens giving him his own sweater to wear. The second Lucas pulled it over him felt like a warm and reassuring hug. He quickly slipped on the sweatpants and did his best to dry his curls. After freshening up by quickly washing his face and brushing his teeth, he sighed heavily. When he finally felt like he didn't resemble a wet rat, he walked out the bathroom and headed to his room.

He hadn't expected to see Jens laying on his bed. His headphones were now off and set aside on his night table. He hadn't looked up from aimlessly scrolling through his phone, and Lucas took a second to admire him. The blue shirt he wore hung loose over him, but his shoulders and chest had still gotten a little more broader since his teenage years. His gym shorts showed off his tanned legs from the days of the summer sun, which had defined some of his toned muscles. Lucas still considered him to be the most beautiful boy to ever exist. The weight of the horrible week and the horrible date lifted off his shoulders as he realized how lucky he was to come home to this, every single day for the past five years.

Finally, Lucas sighed and wandered over to the empty space on his bed. He flopped down and groaned into his soft pillow, earning Jens' attention. Jens looked away from his phone and smirked at him, before reaching out to push a few damp curls away from his face.

"I take it your date didn't go so well?" He teased, his smirk growing.

Lucas snorted. "It was probably the worse thing to happen to me all week. And that includes how I completely set up the wrong exhibit and had to stay until midnight to set up the correct one."

"You'd think we'd have some luck with dates by now. Let alone relationships."

Furrowing his brows, Lucas looked at him confused. "Didn't you have a boyfriend in your third year?"

"You mean the guy who just wanted me to have a threesome with his actual girlfriend? You can't really think that counts as something good." Jens scoffed. "I wasted a good six months on that asshole."

"At least you didn't get your date coming in with his boyfriend and asking for a threesome on the first date." Lucas groaned. "At least your asshole waited six months. Mine waited like, two hours."

"Holy fuck." Jens said, a laughter erupting from his chest. He tried to use his hand to cover up his wide grin, as means to empathize with Lucas, but it was no use. Laughter still escaped his body.

"Holy fuck," He repeated, as he tried to calm down from his outburst. "Is that why you're here so early? I wasn't expecting you to come until much later. Honestly, maybe not even until the morning."

Lucas snorted again. "Yeah, I decided to lie and say I was headed to the bathroom. That asshole and his boyfriend could pay for dinner for all I cared. But then I realized I didn't really know where I was and walked in like, fifteen blocks of pouring rain."

"You poor thing." Jens replied, finally slowing down from laughing so hard.

There was a sparkle in his eyes that seemed to create warm sparks throughout Lucas' body. The lamp that was dimly lit warmed up the soft smile on Jens' face, and his dark brown eyes looked rather golden. Outside his window was the soft pitter-patter of the rain, sounding much more gentle rather than the aggressive rain that had made it its mission to drown him on his walk home. Even when bad days, or bad weeks, occurred, Lucas always forgot about them the second he came home.

The second he came home to Jens.

"I found something while cleaning out my closet today." Jens announced in a whisper. Lucas finally remembered the curiosity about the sparkle in his eyes and widened his own eyes in response.

"Is that how you found your old sweater?" He asked, gesturing at the one he was wearing. "You haven't worn this since your first year at University."

"Kind of grew out of it." Jens explained. "But, I knew it would fit you still, so you can have it. You haven't grown much."

He tried to hold back his giggle and frown at the statement, but Lucas couldn't help the grin on his face as he knew Jens was giving him his sweater. Sure, it made sense, since there was no way it would fit him now, but it was still forever going to be Jens' sweater to him.

Even though it was on technically now his.

Whacking him playfully, Lucas rolled his eyes. "So, what did you find in the black hole of your closet?"

"Very funny." Jens retaliated. He rummaged his hand in the pocket of his black shorts and pulled out a neatly folded piece of paper. The look on his face was soft and shy, almost hesitant as he handed it to Lucas.

Unknowing what it could be, Lucas took a look at Jens, completely puzzled. Jens just shrugged and Lucas sat up before unfolding it. As the paper's words began to jump out, he felt his heart leap suddenly and couldn't help but drop his jaw.

It was the contract they had made five years ago. The one in which they had made a pact to go on a date if they were both single and not seeing anyone else. The silly date that was supposedly going to lead them to a marriage in the next five years. Lucas didn't actually forget it, but he didn't think it was serious enough to bring up again. He also figured they had lost it in the process of moving in and out of their residences and towards Utrecht.

"Check the date." Jens whispered. "It's dated five years ago today."

"Which means," Lucas whispered back. "Today is the day the agreement is supposed to occur."

Jens flashed a rather sympathetic smile. "Look, I know you may have thought it was stupid when we made it. I thought it was stupid too. But don't you think its a bit funny how five years later, we're in the same position we were in when we wrote that?"

"I guess it is all very coincidental." Lucas agreed.

"Luc, I don't know about you but when everything in my life went wrong, you were the last thing I saw at the end of every day. And I also realized that you were maybe the only thing I ever got right." He paused and bit his lip. "I'd be lying if I said you weren't who I wanted to be with for the rest of my life."

The smile on his face couldn't stop from growing and Lucas could feel himself about to burst with pure happiness. Jens still looked a little lost with the lack of response, so Lucas just gave him a playful wrinkle of his nose.

"If, you would like to take me out tomorrow for breakfast at the place down the street, I wouldn't oppose to it. In fact, I would actually look very forward to it."

Now Jens wrinkled his nose, but snickered lightly. "Did you just ask me to ask you on a date?"

"Was that not the plan we made five years ago?"

"You're right." He laughed. Turning quickly, he pulled up the blankets to Lucas' chin, snuggled under it himself and turned off the lamp. It took a second for their eyes to adjust in the darkness, but when they did, Lucas didn't mistake the way Jens was smiling at him.

"Are you sleeping with me tonight?" He giggled.

Jens nodded, still keeping his smile plastered on his face. "Yeah, so maybe then, you'll be the very first thing I see at the start of my day."

Lucas grinned and huddled towards the empty space between them. He felt Jens put an arm around his waist, pulling him in closer to his chest as his hand gently played with Jens' dark hair. Their feet were a tangled mess but that was just fine with him. He was warm, safe and in the arms of his best friend.

Though, if things finally went right, if he finally had a good date after an endless string of bad ones, maybe being just friends would be a title of the past.

Within a few minutes, Lucas felt his body drift off into a gentle slumber. The last thing he saw before his eyes closed was the way Jens admired him under the soft moonlight making its way past the rain clouds. The last thing he heard was Jens humming them both to sleep softly, their breathing in sync and chests rising together. The last thing he smelt was the faint smell of Jens on his sweater, but the strong scent of Jens and his mixture of shampoo, faded cologne and fresh laundry surrounded him, completely enveloping him. The last thing he felt was Jens pulling him in even closer, his hands having a firm but gentle grip on him, his arms holding the entirety of his body closer towards him and the gentle kiss placed on his forehead.

And finally, the last thing he thought of was how he couldn't wait for the morning.