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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(since everyone's confused the story is based in 2018, don't ask why idk either)
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"2015." He flipped the coin on his finger, deep in thought, "I went to Hawaii."
Roman groaned, falling back dramatically on the carpet. "This is boring."
"We've only done 1 round."
"Yeah, and hearing about your dead grandma killed the mood."
"Fuck you, man." Will glared.
"Ask me to dinner first." Roman uninterestedly said as he sat back up, picking a coin from the bowl, "2000... I was born?"
"Now that's very interesting."
He frowned, "No one likes sarcasm."
"Really?" Will sarcastically said, picking up another coin. "2014... I meet an annoying asshole." Roman grimaced.
They were playing Penny for Your Thoughts. This (according to Roman) stupid game is where you pick a coin from a pile and share something significant that happened that year. Will was enjoying it until Roman became annoying, which was quick.
Roman picked a coin and read, "2011. Uh, I turned 11?"
"Yeah, my answers are boring," Will rolled his eyes, attempting to grab his coin, but Roman stopped him.
"Fine, let me think." The raven-headed boy stared at the coin, twirling the old thing before he chuckled at himself, "I smoked for the first time." He smirked at the memory before looking back up at Will.
Will rolled his eyes, "I'm trying to imagine you with a personality except for just weed."
"Oh, you have an imagination?"
"Oh, you can think?" Will retorted.
Roman grumbled and threw the coin back inside the bin. Will took one out, "2017." He smirked, "I got the middle lane for our championships."
Swimming was a big thing for both boys. Obviously, since they were willing to live together just so they didn't lose their scholarships to their respective colleges. They loved the adrenaline of swimming the fastest they could, not the feeling like they were drowning every practice. They loved the cheers as they beat their time, not the uncomfortably tight speedos. They were in love with swimming, and the two were both incredible. Well, at least Roman was. He would never admit Will was even remotely good.
"Coach felt bad because you fractured your leg the last time." Roman loathes that sneering look on his face.
"I still would have gotten the middle lane," Will smirked arrogantly.
Will always managed to dampen his mood. No matter what, Will was there to make him feel annoyed. And he was already feeling sore, from sleeping and falling off his overly comfortable bed. On top of that, his stomach ached in pain from swallowing all that salty ocean water. He probably drinks more ocean water than clean water.
