"I think you're a cute girl even though you're a hot boy too."

Fredrik would keep Mikkel's secret well hidden if he did visit the clubs where his best friend danced. As far as everyone was concerned, Mikkel was a girl dancer. The Swede giggled and gently placed some bubbles on Mikkel's head. The smell was floral but it wasn't overpowering, at least not to the bassist.

"You can wash mine after I finish washing yours if you like."

The cheeky Swede kissed Mikkel's shoulder blade and then began massaging his friend's hair.