My Favourite Queers

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Rowan's P.O.V

I wake up to the sound of heavy metal screaming beside Phoenix's head. Of course. I thought she was going to turn it off, but she slept through at least ten minutes of the thing. Damn girl. You can really hold your own against a heavy metal band playing right by your head. I quickly cross the room to the bathroom with a few towels and some clothes. I turn on the shower, adjusting the temperature. Then I slip my clothes off and toss them in the general direction of the door. Then I hear it open. Never in my life had I moved so fast as when I hit Phoenix over the head with my towel.

"Out out out out OUT!" I screech, shoving her and locking the door. I sigh, feeling my cheeks burning up. 'I'm way too gay for this' I think silently.

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"Phoenix?" I ask cautiously, stepping out of the bathroom in my new clothes. "Did you see... anything?"

"Aside from that perfect ass?" She smirks as I felt my face grow warm. "Nope!"

"Oh my god, why are you like this?" I pull my hair in frustration.

"Would you like me to stop?" She pulls an extremely convincing British accent and tilts her head to the side a bit, like a puppy begging for food or something like that. 'She's really freaking cute.

"Stop!" I yell, then realize I said that out loud, quickly correcting myself. "Yes, please, stop. Sorry for shouting like that."

"It's fine. I'm used to it." Once again, she has me speechless.

"What do you mean, 'used to it'?" I stared at her confused.

She suddenly gets quiet. This is unusual, even for her. Especially for her. I can see she doesn't want to talk about it, so I drop it.

"So," she starts, changing the conversation. "What career are you aiming for?"

"Architect," I answer hastily. Why am I so nervous around her?

"Nice." She flashes me a warm smile, and I can feel my heart melt. "I'm going to try and get in with a good graphic design company when these four years are up. That or teaching a class on phycology and sociopathic behavior." Phoenix adds.

"Cool. That's awesome." I reply.

"So... Can you tell me about architecture?" 'Oh no... Not again.' I think to myself. 'I can't fall in love again, not after last time'.

Phoenix's P.O.V

Oh my stars she thinks it's awesome that's the nicest thing anybody has said to me in a long time. I'm over here, listening to every word she says about architecture, absorbing every bit of her soft voice. I have no clue what she's talking about, for the most part, but I listen anyway. After about half an hour, I get up to take a shower. Damn I miss her voice already, and she's only on the other side of the door. I shake my head, trying to clear it. But somehow, her voice still lingers in the back of my mind.

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I come out, wrapped in a towel, to find Rowan sketching something on a piece of loose-leaf. I go past her and rummage through my drawer for a shirt and some shorts. Scandalise, I know. I drop the towel and quickly pull the shorts on, turning around and pulling the shit over my head and pushing a pair of glasses up my nose, just in time to catch Rowan staring. And blushing. A lot.

"Honestly Rowan you look like you've never seen a naked person before." I joke.

"No, no... It's not that..." She mumbles something under her breath that I can't quite catch and goes to take a picture of whatever she was drawing a minute ago. Then I grab my bag and pull out my laptop, signing in and logging on to Tumblr. It's time to update this blog I've had since like, middle school. Damn it's old. I quickly find an icon based off something I drew and update the header. Checking recent activity, I see I have a new follower.