SOTUS: Make The Best Of It (The Graduation Series)

Chapter 21: Graduation Bells

Note: This chapter takes place after a few months. Also, I used the characters actual last names in the graduation scene since I have no idea what their last names are in the series (except for Arthit).

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''Rome.'' Emma pinched her best friend on the thigh. ''Can you please stop fidgeting? And stop looking at your watch, you've driving me crazy. P'Bright's going to be here any minute now.''

Rome gave his friend an imploring look, ''Emma, you don't understand.'' He declared dramatically. ''I've not seen P'Bright ever since he returned from his trip Europe. His job takes up most of his time, and I'm stuck here with club activities and never-ending assignments and...it's been two months of text messages and Skype video calls. You're lucky that I'm not crazy yet.''

''Now you're just being dramatic.''

He coughed into his palm, ''Says the one who nearly had a meltdown when P'Porshe went to another city for his internship.''

''I thought we agreed not to speak about that ever again.'' Emma hid her face in her hands and groaned. ''Ugh, what was I thinking?''

The main building where the auditorium was were filled with Industrial Engineering students who were graduating today; decked in smart casual attire with their graduation robes neatly pressed, males and females alike carrying balloons, flowers and gifts that had been gifted to them. The ceremony was only due to start in a couple of hours, but Bright had suggested that they meet earlier so that they could spend a little time together. Rome's phone buzzed in his hand, Bright's name flashing on the screen and he hurriedly answered the call.

''Hello, P'?''

''Where are you? It's so fucking packed here and everyone looks the same.''

''I'm at the bench near the water cooler, P'. Have you reached?''

''Rome, there's like five benches near the water cooler. Wait, I just thought of something.''

There was a muffled thud and a few seconds later, Rome heard Bright shouting his name out loud instead of talking to him through the phone. Confused, he turned and looked around only to find Bright standing on one of the tables with his hands cupped around his mouth, ''ROME?! ROMEEEEEE. WHERE ART THOU, ROME-O?''

Rome smacked his own forehead (but had to mentally applaud his boyfriend for such a creative idea), bringing his phone to his ear once more, ''P'Bright, look to your left.''

Bright turned to his right.

''Left, P'Bright.''

The moment the older male spotted him in the crowd, Bright immediately hopped off the table and made a beeline towards him, and Rome had the widest smile on his face when the male pulled him into a bear hug the moment they were close enough.

Bright was slightly tanned from his long trip in Europe and at times, his job required him to visit certain sites. He seemed more rugged than ever, and without a second thought, Rome yanked his boyfriend down by the collar of his shirt and squarely kissed him on the lips. The older male was all too happy to comply and if it wasn't for Emma clearing her throat pointedly at them, they'd have forgotten that they were in the middle of a crowd.

"Did you miss me, kitten?" Bright asked (still as honest and shameless as ever).

"A little."

"A little?" The other gasped in disbelief with a mock-wounded expression on his face. "We've been apart for...wait, how many days are there in four/five months? Then again, who's counting?"