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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Silence.
Quite unlike the days with their loud quarrels, explosive yelling, and expressive fists. They weren't ones to keep their emotions tucked in for the embarrassment they might get or the scene they could make. They just didn't care. Some would say emotional, yes. Shameless, sure. Dramatic, obviously. Childish, surely. But they weren't known for this odd quietness they found themselves in.
They were sitting on the bonding couch opposite of each other with a box between them. Roman's arms crossed on his chest as he stared at the lamp he was so suddenly interested in.
Will sat sideways on the couch, one leg dangling while the other was tucked under him as he stared at his fingers. They have been exactly like this for a while, wondering what to do or what to even fucking say.
After what happened in the ocean, they unavoidably made out for what seemed like forever. It felt endless with their wet skin and lips clashing against each other as they held onto one another. When it got too cold, they swam and ran back to the beach house, swarming into the warm house. The weed seemed to have worn off after their showers as Roman found refuge in his room.
Will? Well, he went to his homemade bed in the living room, which was just the couch as he stared at the ceiling. The only thing on his mind was how Roman had managed to get him to smoke. With his parent's ridicule and warnings, he never thought he would even touch a joint, but... here he is now. He kinda liked it, the freeing feeling in the back of his throat.
Not the lingering taste of the salty water, or the smoky sweetness of the joint, or the tainting feeling of Roman's lips. It was the feeling of infinite things he could do, he felt like he could be anyone. Not the little kid his parents strive him to be, but just free in the middle of the ocean, stilling idly, with a dark brunet tied to him.
But then reality hit in the morning. Will never managed to fall asleep, wandering into the room at 4 a.m. to think what he was going to say to Roman. Roman woke up late as usual, spending a good hour having an existential crisis, before tiptoeing into the room.
When Roman caught Will looking lost on the couch, he expected the blond to tease him, but he looked almost horrified with his eye bags dragging him down to his frown. Will had expected Roman to be carefree and shrug it off, but he looked equally as perplexed.
After finally having enough, their voices spoke.
"Let's just-"
"We shou-"
They both began at the same time before shutting their mouths. They glared nervously at each other, these past three day's events running through their head so much clearly.
"I'm just gonna..." Will trailed off as he grabbed the box and read the notecard on top. "Last 30 Seconds. Think of a memory you'd want to relive in the last 30 seconds of your life and share."
