Freddie And I: Frian

Chapter 7

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I was in class yet again, when my teacher walked over to me. 

"Freddie?" I glanced up.

"Yes?"

"What are you working on in class? It must be very important because I am currently trying to lecture the class about different colour theory concepts." The class snickered away, I rolled my eyes. I wasn't going to let this prick pick on me anymore. This isn't bloody high school.

"Different colour theory concepts? Sorry isn't there only one concept, really? It's just the depth of the subject, it varies. There is only one concept- Sorry you were saying?" I found myself to no longer be seated but, stood in front of my desk, my eyes intimidating towards the teacher. The lecture theatre was so quiet and the air was so tense that every student was uncomfortable. It's not very common for a student to speak up to a teacher in college.

"Please be seated Bulsara." I nodded with a very sarcastic smile and somehow that made everyone else in the room laugh. The teacher rolled his eyes and muttered a couple words before continuing to speak to the class- not looking my way once.

Soon enough, class ended. I unlocked my dorm room to be greeted by an angry Roger. 

"Why do you never fucking have food!? WHERE IS YOUR FOOD!? IM STARVING!" He yelled, not bothering to greet me nor even look at me. His head was stuck in the fridge and all I could see was his ass puckering out. 

"Sorry, I didn't know I was serving a horny seven-year-old with anger issues." I huffed before throwing my books under my bed along with my sketch books and...magazines.

"Yeah, don't worry about trying to hide your porn, I saw it earlier." He noticed me pushing my magazines far back under my bed.

"Roger!"

"THEY WERE STICKING OUT AND ALL I COULD SEE WERE BIG BOLD LETTERS SAYING 'JOHNNY BOY'S NAUGHTY LESSON'!"

"ROGER!"

"IM THE ONE SCARRED!" 

"Jesus christ." I muttered, "Brian's coming over later." He groaned, giving me a beer and cracking one open for himself. "Why do you hate him so much?"

"I don't hate him." He said, immediately becoming defensive. He stared at the wall in front of us. I rested my hand on his shoulder, giving it a reassuring squeeze. He slowly turned his head, noticing I hadn't moved my hand. Our faces were so close, the room was silent, his eyes flickered between my eyes and lips. I was paralysed. I only notice his beautiful, big, icy, blue eyes now. They don't represent his strong attitude that lacks manners. No, they represent something much more; love. Are they always this gorgeous, this intriguing. "I--"

His lips grazed mine softly. He stared into my eyes once more before connecting our lips. My hair was tugged, making me moan loudly. He passionately kissed me, slowly pushing me down. He swung his legs over mine, grinning like mad. I smiled at him before our lips reconnected. Our breathing was so heavy and I couldn't help but rub his torso.

Suddenly, he pulled way, "I'm gay...."

"I know." I laughed.

"No-- I-- I'm in love with you."