(BL) What If I Love You?

Chapter 1

My room looks like a crime scene. As if someone tried to rob me, and when failed to find something to steal, decided at least to make a proper mess. Forgive me, dear robbers, that I don't have anything of value!..

Okay, nobody robbed me. I just need to pack one single bag. And how am I supposed to choose from my whole life what should fit in there?

What would you take with you to a desert island? Three things only! Damn... I always hated such stupid riddles. And now I'm trying to solve something similar. Of course, I'm not going to an island.

College awaits me, a dormitory! A life of a young and carefree student...

"Where did you put your documents? It's the first thing you need to show to a dorm supervisor, or do you immediately want to impress everyone with your collection of panties?"

This is Mark. When I want to annoy him, I call him Marco.

"My God, Mark, you're such a bore! It feels like you're about to turn forty! I hope there won't be people like you!"

Mark laughs.

"There will be dozens more like me, and they will be hundreds of times more boring."

"Then I changed my mind. I stay."

I start unpacking, but only to pull out the folder with documents and put it on top of things, as Mark told me.

"Hell no!" He makes an angry face and begins to shove my things hastily back.

"Mark!"

But he already grabbed my bag and slammed the door in the hallway. I'm standing in the middle of the room with the folder in my hands. I'm not sad. Maybe a little. But that's okay, isn't it?

Come on! The dorm is not so far from home! I can always come here. But on the threshold, for some moment I forget why I wanted to leave so much...

I didn't feel bad here. I just desperately wanted a change. For some reason.

In a car, I constantly skip songs. Mark is pissed off, but he is silent, tapping his fingers on the steering wheel when we stop at traffic lights. He seemed to have gone deep into himself, in his thoughts. Even his farewell smile looks somehow forced.

"Don't do stupid things, okay?" he throws one last thing and drives off, leaving me on the street in front of a three-story dormitory. And after a moment I begin to feel a rush of power from the freedom that has fallen on me. I can't help smiling.

The supervisor does not appreciate my joy and meticulously checks the documents, without even once glancing at me.

And finally, the keys to the cherished room. A door. And... an empty room where sunlight is pouring from a large window. A bunk bed, a table and a chair, a large wardrobe.

I drop my bag to the floor, climb onto the top bed, and lean back on the pillows. Before I had time to think about anything, someone else entered the room. How did I forget? I have a neighbor...

The neighbor turns out to be a tall and gloomy guy, he looks younger than me, but he is sullen, as if he needs to pay a mortgage. Although, how do I know? Maybe he needs to ...

"Hi," I say, breaking the awkward pause as he stares at my face. "I'm Ray. Ray Connor."

"Ted Morris," he mutters and sits on the lower bed.

Not a very friendly.

So my student life started. Ted Morris is no longer such a bore. It turned out that we had many common classes, and little by little we got along. Mark only called me occasionally, but I never called him. It's hard for me to explain why... It's not that I didn't want to talk to him. Or I had nothing to say...