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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Will was tired of Roman's bullshit. His constant frown over something. His habit of picking at his food when he didn't like it until he gave in and ate it. The way he always managed to make the biggest mess when he painted. His ability to just get sand everywhere in the house when he came from the beach. His sexual jokes that never failed to make Will glare.
Will could add one every day, like today's was how he makes the loudest ruckus when doing anything humanly possible. With another loud crash, Will huffed and got up. Will had watched Roman tiptoe into the house with his sandy feet. He assumed he went to shower or take a nap, but a few minutes later and he was heard crashing all over the place. He ignored it at first, but he couldn't anymore as he stomped toward the bothersome boy.
He walked into the boy's room, instantly the broken closet door and the boy's body on the floor catching his eye.
Will sighed, debating if he should just leave so he wouldn't have to deal with this. "What are you doing?" His voice sounded close to a disappointed parent, which he felt like right now.
Roman jumped and scrambled off the floor, straightening his hair before smiling, "I found surfboards." His white pearls exposed his wide smile. His smile at times was charming enough to pull the ends of Will's lips up.
"Is that why you broke the closet?" He smirked.
"Well, taking down the window sounded a bit extreme." He smirked and Will grumbled in frustration, the memory of the stupid boy creating a headache on his current headache.
"But mine you have no trouble with." He grumbled, "Where are they?" Roman smirked and pushed open the other closet door, where three surfboards sat aimlessly in the corner. It was a pretty huge closet.
"Let's go use them!" Roman smiled excitedly and Will hesitantly smiled.
The two fixed the door, a bit of yelling and complaining but they made it work. They had to break the news to Coach that they had broken the window when he questioned why Will was sleeping on the couch. He began yelling at the boys, ending up pulling their ears before they ate the food he brought. It was a bittersweet moment.
They grabbed the surfboards, changed into their trunks, and were now wondering how they hell to surf while they practiced on the sand. Roman was standing on the board, practicing his "moves" while Will sat on the board and watched with mild amusement.
"You're Californian, you're supposed to know how to surf." Will pointed out.
"Yeah, norcal." Roman pointed out well.
"There are still beaches, dumbass." Roman did a spin on the board and Will didn't have enough willpower to tell him he probably couldn't do that on the water.
"How about you show me then?" He huffed.
"Oh no, you've got it." He laughed, watching Roman pretend to surf.
