Break All the Rules (LGBT) ✅

Break All the Rules 3

Part 3

Alex and Freddie had something of an agreement.

They didn't like each other, not even a little, but they both liked Sean and, for his happiness, they'd put up with one another. It meant that Alex had to be civil when he bumped into them on the walk back to halls—and he saw them often, due to their timetables—or when Freddie appeared in the kitchen in the mornings, looking smug and satisfied the way he always did after sex. It wasn't a look that Alex particularly wanted to see but he'd grown far too familiar with it considering the frequency with which Freddie slept over. So, ater a while, Alex had gotten good at avoiding him.

"I thought I'd find you here."

There was only one person in the flat who'd enter his room without knocking and Alex recognised Jessica's voice anyway so he didn't need to look up from his laptop. She didn't wait for permission before she was sitting on his bed, pulling his pillow into her lap.

"Well, come in," he drawled, "it's not like I'm doing anything important."

"You're watching Disney movies."

He shrugged, "Yeah, you're right, do you want a biscuit?"

She grinned, helping herself to his selection, "This is why I like your room."

"It's a good place," he agreed, "much better than the kitchen, at least here I can control who comes in and out."

"You're talking about Freddie."

"What? No!" It sounded unconvincing even to his ears.

"You don't like him," Jessica said, around her chocolate digestive, "and I don't think he likes you that much, either. Is it the soulmate thing?"

Alex had taken an ill-timed sip of tea, choking and spitting it out everywhere. Swearing softly, he used his sleeve to wipe down his laptop screen and buy himself some time to think, to work out if she knew, "What soulmate thing?"

"Do you not like him because he's not Sean's soulmate? You can tell me if it makes you uncomfortable, I won't say a word to anyone." She was earnest, all big eyes and trust.

He wished it was that simple and he shook his head, laughing, "Nah, it's not that, I promise."

She arched an eyebrow.

"It's not, honest! It's just," he hesitated, and then shook his head again because he couldn't say it, couldn't put her in that position of keeping it a secret, "sometimes you meet someone and you just like them, even though you don't know why. With Freddie and I, it's the opposite. We don't get on, and we can both feel it, that's all it is."

"He's nice, though."

"Yeah," he grudgingly admitted, "he's good for Sean. Why aren't you in the kitchen with them?"

She laughed, "I like the two of them, but I don't need to get in the middle of them when they're going to do gross sex stuff."

"Oh, God."

She nodded in agreement and settled more comfortably on his bed.

And, if there was one good thing that came out of Sean and Freddie and their ridiculously affectionate relationship, it was the relaxed Netlfix sessions that Alex had with Jessica. They'd curl up with pizza and cookies, sometimes ice cream that melted on his table when he was too lazy to put it back, and managed to make it through a full four seasons of American Horror Story. Some days, Megan would join them but she wasn't as interested in the show as they were and she had work to do, too, so she often left early. Alex liked to joke that she was pruriently interested in Sean and Freddie and she'd hit him when she found out what that meant.