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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"Great, as if my morning isn't bad enough I have to be with you," Roman groaned as he entered the bonding room.
Roman wasn't having a great morning. He woke up on the floor, his bad sleeping habits catching up to him with a sore back and a crooked neck. If that didn't put him in a sour mood, waking up to no coffee was worse. He began ranting to Will, who lay innocently on the couch, about how he needed coffee and how he would strangle him if he didn't get him some, which may or may not have begun a small wrestling match. That's when Will forced them to do the bonding exercise.
"I love I have that much of an influence on you." Will's smug voice spoke from the couch, and the raven headed boy couldn't help but roll his eyes.
"Shut up." He grumbled, grabbing the box from the shelf and sitting across from Will on the couch. He read the instructions before his face churned into a frown.
You have to give compliments, ones you mean, to one another. Keep adding them to the original ones three times. Record it and send them to Coach Brown.
Will glared at the box until Roman asked what it said, taking it when the blond didn't answer and reading it to himself. His face instantly turned sour.
"Is he being serious?" Roman questioned.
Will sighed as he ran a hand through his wavy locks.
"I can't give a compliment without being sarcastic," Roman reasoned.
"Please," Will was drop-dead handsome, and he knew it.
Will allowed his eyes to flicker to the blue eyes in front of him, looking at him in conflict. It was either they have an awkward conversation now and go the day with food, or be stubborn and wait until tonight after they have suffered the whole day without food to do the exercise.
"Let's just get this over with," Will grunted out, his eyes tearing off Romans. He got up and positioned the computer towards them. He began the recording, sitting down in front of Roman on the couch and sitting up straight. Will tried to think of a redeeming quality of Roman, but for the first time in his life, his head was empty.
Maybe he wasn't trying hard enough, or there was just nothing. "You go first."
Roman gave him a tight-lipped look, awkwardly looking away so he didn't have to look at the blonds eyes. "I like... your shirt." He spoke in a monotone voice, his voice strained. He lightly scratched the back of his ear before resting his hands down.
Will narrowed his eyes. The boy painfully lying wasn't going to help them leave and he just knew they would be here for hours.
Will ignored his response, "I like..." He drawled out, examining Roman with a narrowed look, "Your annoying attitude." Maybe he secretly likes his annoying attitude. Maybe all this hatred was just a cover for his love. Who knew?
