Sticking two hot heads who've had it out for each other since day one didn't seem smart. But yet that's exactly what happens. Roman and Will didn't "click" together, the closest they were to having something in common was their swim team and their n...
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"Can we go back?" Roman whined for the 10th time.
Roman was feeling the regret of his decisions. After staying up all night smoking with Reid, he realized how insane his decision-making was. It was ironic how he finally made the right decision for his future, and now he was stuck in a beach house with none other than Will Adler, out of all the people in the world.
He was fucking free now. No more tests, homework, or listening to teachers. He could do anything and deserved some fun. That fun didn't involve anything related to Will.
"Complain one more time," Will ran a hand through his blond hair frustratedly, "I didn't hear you the first time." Roman forced a smile, only to turn it into a glare.
"Of course you can't hear me. Your heads buried in that book."
"Surprised you knew what it was." Will snickered.
Roman reached over and smacked the book down. The sound of the book hitting the floor faltered Will's laughter into a disapproving frown.
"Bitch." Will spat.
"Fairy."
"Cunt."
"Mommy and daddy issues," Will's face immediately turned a dark crimson color as he brought his fist up, about to punch Roman, but Coach's loud protest interrupted him.
"Can you guys just shut up?" His voice seeping with desperation, "You guys can hash it out and insult each other all you want at the house." He was glowering at the two boys through the view mirror before he turned back to the road, making sure to turn up the radio.
Roman and Will exchange scowls, frustration strong in the air along with the fresh strawberry air freshener. They reluctantly went back to their own business. Will picked up his book and began reading while Roman stubbornly stared out the window. The silence prevailed for Coach's sake, but their minds argued back and forth, hurling insults and retorts, each winning in their silent battle.
They honestly had no idea how they could get through two months without a fight. Let alone be friends by the end of it.
The car ride went smoothly with Coach's shitty car noises, the nostalgic '90s music, and Roman's soft snoring. Will couldn't help but steal a glance at his nemesis-turned-new roomie, the view a little abnormal. His usual tense and brooding expression was peaceful, with his eyes gently shut, his long eyelashes casting soft shadows underneath his eyes, and his deep pink lips weren't turned down into a scowl. The sunrays filtered through the window, glowing on Roman's brown sun-kissed skin and sharpening his jaw. His legs were awkwardly cramped in the limited space of the truck. But what charmed Will's attention the most was the bruise adorning his face perfectly and a bandaged cut above his eyebrow. He loved how those bruises looked on Roman's face.
After driving two hours from their bustling city in San Francisco to the windy Santa Cruz, they finally made it to the beach house.
The house left Will a little struck in awe. It was a simple, almost cottage-like house, adorned with tall windows at every wall. The balcony wrapped around the house which connected to a long walkway that led directly to the beach. The waves crashed dramatically and the birds calling out. Maybe he'd enjoy this more than he thought. He followed Coach's pursuit in getting out the car as he opened the trunk to get their bags.
