*Jacob POV
It's bad enough that Milo was able to catch me off guard, but it's worse that I got fucking flustered about it.
After our little 'fight', I excuse myself to the bathroom. I look at myself in the mirror, Almost let my guard down, I think, running a hand through my hair. I try not to smile as I'm thinking of Milo. I try to think of other things, like the fact that the lavender-blue dye looks good with my black hair, or how I have a little scar on my cheek from falling when I was seven.
Once I feel composed enough, I leave the bathroom and walk down the hall to meet Milo blasting music.
"Careful, don't want to get a noise complaint from the neighbors." I joke, as he turns around.
"My music taste is amazing, if they can't handle noise they can suck my dick." He says, smirking.
He goes through a playlist on his phone, until it reaches a band I know and love.
"Holy shit, I love Green Day!" I say as 'Basket Case' starts playing.
"Fuck, I love their music." Milo says.
"Favorite song?" I ask.
He lets out a groan, "That's fucking hard... maybe Basket Case, Good Riddance, Look Ma, No Brains!, and..." He stops and pauses for a second, contemplating his choices, "Oh! And In The End."
"Interesting, but Good Riddance is pretty amazing." I say.
Milo scrolls through his Spotify and plays Good Riddance. He gives me a smile. I smile back.
"Hey, I have an idea." I say.
He looks up, "And what is that?"
"We should ask each other questions, to get to know each other."
He smiles, "Okay, you go first, ask me anything."
I laugh, "Okay, wise one. What's your favorite band of all time?"
He bites his lip, "Green Day and Queen. You next, what's your favorite band?"
My brain does a mental inventory of all the bands I listen to, "My Chemical Romance and The Interupters." I say, bluntly.
He gasps, "They're so good, you made the right choice. Okay, my turn to ask a question, what's your favorite music artist?"
I look at him, "Isn't that the same thing?"
He rolls his eyes and leans back on the couch, his shirt lifting up to reveal a bit of his abdomen. I look away, not showing emotion. I mean, it's rude to stare.
"It'd be one person, not a group." he says.
"Okay," I start, "Probaby... Hozier, 1nonly, and... The Weeknd."
"Mhm... okay mine probably are, Conan Gray and Bruno Mars."
"You have have better music taste that me," I say with an exasperated gasp, "Next question, what's you favorite color?"
"Red." He says.
"Mine is blue." I say.
"Okay, now, what's you're favorite food?" He asks, picking up his phone.
I think, "... Okay you got, me, I have no fucking clue."
Milo laughs, "Understandable. My favorite food is probably a New York style deep dish pizza, preferably pepperoni."
"If Imma be honest, that pizza is kinda the best there is. Damnit now I'm hungry."
Milo looks up from his phone. "Already gotcha, you like Chick-fil-A?"
*Author's Note
I used this chapter as an excuse to give some more details on the main characters and some things they like. Almost like the Round Robin back in chapter 5 when they talked about their sexuality and gender orientation (Very important moment in the story because this is an LGBTQIA+ story). A mini Q&A, if you please. -lucasyari
(They wrote the past nine chapters since my stupid-ass broke my wrist. But yea, they fucking slay.)- lordofreading
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The Boy Between Dreams
RomanceMilo is officially insane. He can't stop having these dreams about one boy in his friend group, Jacob. Jacob's the newest one in the university group who is struggling who is struggling with drugs. Milo is swooning harder than ever for this godsend...
