All boys⇒Charlie, Nick, Ben, Harry. (Tao and Isaac will join if there's a part two)
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(Don't mind the many 'kid' references. You're all the same age, it's just a name you call them.)
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-slightly sexual , reader is perverted / flirtatious-
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"Ah, mr. [LN]. I see you've finally decided to join us. What's got you late on the first day?" Your teacher asked, cutting you off before you could answer. "Never mind. It's non of my concern. The seating plan says you're sitting with Charlie Spring and Nicholas Nelson." He pointed towards the table with his pencil.
I guess new students don't have to introduce themselves anymore.
The month is June and you had just transferred over to the Truham Boys School.
The moves been pretty hard for you since your fathers been up your ass for getting expelled from your old catholic one.
Some homophobic crap about kissing your fellow boys being a sin.
I mean really, it was an all boys school with no girls schools anywhere near. What did they expect? For hormone induced teens to not wanna bone?
Yeah right. It's 20XX. That ship has sailed, move on with your lives.
You looked over to the curly haired boy and his seating partner.
If you were going to be sitting next to them for the rest of the year you might as well get to know them.
Their eyes were already on you, a nervous nod from the boy on the right and a handshake from the one on the left.
Damn. They're cute.
"So, what's your names cuties?" You winked, the two shocked by your greeting as the first one looked like his brain was malfunctioning and the taller was opening and closing his mouth like a goldfish.
Mmm, this is going to be fun.
Blondie looked like a teddybea- no. Scratch that. A puppy. Yeah, that sounds better.
He looks like a golden retriever. Definitely a kind soul. Someone who enjoys other peoples company and let's them be themselves without judging.
Now the smaller..
He's an anxious one. Someone who needs to be told constantly how amazing they are because they overthink and trick themselves into thinking they aren't worth it.
Though you could be wrong. Those are just assumptions based on the way they present themselves. This could totally be an open case where they're actually punk-metal lovers who enjoy bashing peoples skulls in.
You're usually pretty good at reading people, but you can't be right all of the time.
Only time can tell it seems.
The puppy opened his mouth to answer you but before he could get anything out the bell rung, signaling for everyone to get to their respective classes.
Having not had a tour of the place, you decided to ask your desk mates.
"So, either of yous know where 42B is?" Blondie answered for the both of them.
"Yeah, we've got that class now too. You can follow us if you want." He smiled, The anxious ones hand intertwined with his.
Oooo they're dating?
Don't see that everyday.
