Loved the wrong way

Chapter 2- a boy's house?

TW: sh, gay

    The final bell rings for the end of the day. I walk out of the building and go look for the white camero that Freddie said to look for. I couldn't find it due to him hiding in the back corner of the lott.
    "Hey Ollie what took you so long?" Freddie asked.
    "First off don't call me 'Ollie'... Second you parked in the most hidden spot of the school," I quickly replied.
    "Fine Ollieeee, get in the damn car. "
We sit in the car in an awkward silence and Freddie reaches for the radio. He turns it on and a band turns on. I recognize the name of their silly little group.
    "Lovejoy really?"
    "Yeah, you got a problem with them?"
    "No I actually love their new album, specifically Portrait of a Blank Slate."
    "Me too!" he says a little to existed and corrects himself dully with a cough and "sorry I mean yeah me too I guess."
    We go back to silence for a while until we arrive at a giant mansion.
    "Is this your fucking house."
    "Yeah!?" he says confused
    "This is a fucking castle! YOU HAVE A COURTYARD!" I EXCLAIM.
    "Whatever we'll study in the library."
    "YOU HAVE A LIBRARY!"
    We walk through multiple part of the giant house and end in a two story room with books lacing ever inch of the room. I sit in a very comfy beanbag chair that is in the corner of the room. Freddie sits next to me and opens his laptop. We work on the project for almost an hour before he reaches over and puts his arm around me.
    "Woah umm whats this about?" I ask, pointing to his arm that's now draped across my shoulders.
    "Oh sorry it's just more comfy this way." he says.
    Neither of us move away and he's right it's more comfortable this way but if he keeps up with these actions I might have to wife him up.
    Eventually we get through half of the project and decide to call it a night.
    We hop in the car and he drives me back to my house. I get out of the car.
    "Hey," he tells out the window as I'm walking towards my house, "we should hangout sometime- like not for the project or school just hangout."
    "I don't think your friends at school will like that."
    "Who cares what they think."
    "Fine if that's how it feels then Wednesday night, my house?"
    "I'll be there."

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Author's Note- next chapters gonna be trauma heavy with Freddie's parents so if you want to skip it I'll make it so you can