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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"Did you forget to turn off the stove?"
Will looked up, mid-bite of his eggs, with an offended glare, "You think I would forget to turn off the stove? I make this amazing breakfast for you and you question if I turned off the stove?" He threw his fork down to glare at the dark-haired boy.
"Well, it smells like gas in here." Roman simply muttered as he shrugged.
"The only gas here is my food."
Roman rolled his eyes and shoved his fork of eggs in his mouth, "Shut up and turn the stove off."
"Maybe you left it on," Will replied.
Roman glared, "Me now? You won't even let me near the kitchen, let alone the stove."
"This sounds exactly like you, to turn it on so you can mess with me." Will stared with narrowing and confronting eyes.
"Are you trying to blame me now?" Roman snickered, disbelief strong in his voice.
"I'm just saying," Will continued, curving his lips. "I would never try to mess with your head like you're doing to me right now."
"Now you're trying to sweet-talk me." Roman deadpanned.
"Is it working?" Will grinned, in a cocky way as he tilted his head down toward the dark-haired boy.
Roman groaned as he put his fork down. He could never win with Will. "No. Now go turn the stove off, it stinks in here." He accused.
Will looked around, "I don't smell anything."
And he's had it. Roman grabbed Will by the wrist, he was a little heavy with the stubbornness and arrogance holding him down but he eventually got him into the kitchen. They shuffled toward the stove, where a fire flickered in heat.
Will turned a light pink as he looked over at Roman, "I told you so!"
"Well- I only left it on a little." He tried to reason as he embarrassingly turned the stove off.
"Oh, a little?" Roman scoffed with a small crept smile, "I'm so relieved, the house would've only burned down a little."
"I'm sorry," The blond mumbled but Roman's eyebrows raised, silently urging him to continue. Will turned to him and basically rolled his eyes back before he uttered, "I'm terribly sorry, Ro. Forgive me for almost burning the house down with the stove on low. This doesn't reflect on my other better attributes."
Roman smiled softly, wrapping an arm around Will's waist, and locked eyes with him. "Hm. What type of better attributes?" A stupid smirk played on his lips.
Will played along as he pursed his lips and slid an arm around Roman's neck, "I think you can figure it out, you're a big boy."
Roman squeezed Will's side, "I'm a visual learner."
