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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Roman stared in utter despair and confusion at the sea of information spread out before him. His hands were lost in his ruffles, tugging in anger with a coffee cup that was supposed to help him but did nothing except make him even more tired. He stared, wondering what the hell he was doing with his time, his mind completely empty.
Roman was the type to do everything last minute. Sometimes he would pull it off, and other times he wouldn't. It was Saturday when he would typically party with his friends, smoke, or do some illegal shit. But now, he was stuck trying to figure out what classes to sign up for with a confusing system. He was already hating college.
While Roman "diligently" worked, Will lounged on the couch in the bonding room, waiting for the raven-headed boy to finish so they could go "bond." Surprisingly, Roman was already up when Will entered the bonding room, which surprised him until he saw him typing away at the computer.
The boys have been here about a week, and it has been everything above an absolute horror. They were either glaring and trying to ignore each other's presence before failing horribly and spending all their time arguing, spitting insults, or threatening to beat each other up. It was like the house was teasing them by putting them alone together, mocking them to fight. But they knew they couldn't.
They still started a good schedule between them. They would do the exercise no later than 11. Though sometimes Will would find Roman already up around six. But he didn't ask as they would finish the activity and receive the keycard. It became a ritual for Will to make breakfast for the two. Will made some easy dish as Roman watched in awe, his mouth watering even though Will barely mixed some spices. After that, they went their separate ways, deciding to swim, listen to music, paint for Roman, or read for Will. They tried to keep to themselves, sometimes overlapping their activities and insulting each other.
Roman had gotten less shy about his painting and had moved to the dining table to paint, the area now littered with watercolors and half-filled used water cups. Roman wouldn't let Will see anything and would move to his room whenever Will came to the living room, but sometimes Will would catch a glimpse of the surprisingly good paintings.
"Can you hurry up?" Will complained, hanging upside down on the couch as his stomach begged for food.
"I'm sorry I didn't sleep with teachers so they can do this shit for me," Roman barked, continuing to click through random registration information on the computer, "I'll make sure to do that next time."
Will rolled his eyes and sat up from his upside-down position, walking over to Roman. The boys never talked about that one punch from yesterday, which luckily didn't leave a bruise or blood. They just gave these longing glares and remarks, wishing they could fight, but if it meant less time stuck together, it was for the better. He leaned behind Roman's chair, staring at the screen with the same confused glint as Roman.
"Leave," Roman growled, not even glancing at Will as his sole focus was to finish.
"So you don't want my help then?" Will inquired, and Roman hurled his head up, looking hopefully at Will.
