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 tenth time.
Roman was feeling the weight of his decisions. After staying up all night 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.
He was fucking free now. No more tests, no homework, no more teachers. He deserved to have some fun. That fun didn't involve anything related to Will.
"Complain one more time," Will ran a hand through his blond hair in frustration, "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 head's 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."
"Asshole."
"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 can hash it out and insult each other all you want at the house." He was glowering at the two boys through the rear-view mirror before he turned back to the road, making sure to turn up the radio.
Roman and Will exchanged scowls, frustration hung thick 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. For Coach's sake, they stayed quiet. But their minds argued back and forth, hurling insults and retorts, each winning in their silent argument.
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 rest of the car ride went as smooth as it could. Coach's truck rattling every few minutes, nostalgic '90s music, and Roman's soft snoring. Will couldn't help but steal a glance at his nemesis-turned-new roomie and the view was a little... abnormal.
His usual tense and brooding expression was gone, instead he looked relaxed. His intense eyes were shut, long lashes casted a soft shadow underneath his eyes, and his pink lips pursed instead of downward in a frown.
The sun filtered through the window, casting a soft glow over Roman's sun-kissed skin and sharp features. His legs were awkwardly cramped in the limited space of the truck and he could see Roman move every minute. But that's not what caught his attention, it was the bruise adorning his face perfectly and a bandaged cut above his eyebrow. He loved how those bruises looked on Roman.
