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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Roman hated waking up to an empty bed.
Don't get him wrong he loved living with Will. His clothes would always magically become clean and folded in a drawer and dishes would always disappear after he placed them in the sink.
He also loved watching Will walk around the apartment in nothing but shorts.
What he didn't like was waking up, a warm comforter wrapped around his feet, and white wispy curtains allowing the morning sun to seep in. It was perfect, except a brunet was always gone in the mornings.
The brunet stayed true to his word, finding some minimum wage job that forced him to wake up at four a.m. and spend the next six hours there slaving away making Americanos and lattes.
Roman hated waking up by himself.
He thought the domestic life would mean warm smiles in the morning wrapped around together and breakfast shared on the crappy dinner table. They didn't have to worry about bills or jobs or classes, they would just lounge at home all day kissing.
He thought it would be exactly like the beach house. Where they didn't have to worry about anything, except for each other. It would just be lazy mornings, golden grins, sunny beaches, and hickeys splashed over each other.
Obviously, they had bills, utilities, grocery shopping, jobs, and arguments over nothing. Still Roman missed him every morning.
So, just like every other morning, Roman woke up to a comforter wrapped around him instead of Will.
He took twenty minutes, lazing away on his phone and staring at the ceiling before he reluctantly got up. He took a hot shower, remembering the times Will would yell at him for taking too long before Roman dragged him into the shower with him.
He roamed the empty wooden floors to the kitchen in the morning but a towel, remembering the times Will always lay on the floor in the weirdest positions to read his books.
He went to the kitchen and cooked a sad meal, remembering how Will would cook for him when he could and make the most delicious things he's ever tasted (sorry auntie).
Then he sat at the table alone, staring at nothing. He really missed Will.
Roman never really thought much about anything after High School. He knew he liked swimming, he liked messing with Will... and that was about it. He had a scholarship to a university he wasn't excited about. He had a promise to play in a D1 swimming school, but it didn't feel like he could compete without Will.
He never had any thought about what he wanted to study, no prospects or dreams for a potential job. Absolutely nothing rattling in the back of his mind.
Roman just went with whatever he was given on a plate.
But now he had Will. Classes he hated at a community college. Teammates he sort of liked on a club swimming team. A part-time job on the weekends renting our surfboards for some cash.
