The Lord of the Library

Chapter Sixteen

Fresh opened his door only to have blood streaming down his face, his nose becoming a blood faucet he couldn't turn off. He took off his glasses for a moment, just to make sure what he was seeing as true. And it was.

There, in the kitchen, was PJ, swinging his hips to a song as he cooked something. Maybe more pancakes, this family seemed to really like them.

But he wasn't just swinging his hips, showing off his thighs and curves, he wasn't wearing anything more than small, black... panties? He wore girl underwear! Black panties with a upside down heft cut out at the top of the back, looking provocatively. Covering only his front, He had a small, frilly pink apron, which he was only using because he was cooking.

Paperjam spun around, doing a twirl, his hair, which was down, bouncing around and flowing.

Fresh wanted to fuck him. Then and there. To just wreck his ass as he tried to finish his cooking. It was such a fantasy, it was terrible.

"AHHHHHHHH!!!" PJ screamed at a high pitch, finally seeing Fresh staring at him. "Were you fucking watching me?! You p-pervert!"

"You're basically naked, what the fuck?!" Fresh yelled, blushing.

"I thought I'd be by myself today!" PJ defended.

"So you like to dance around, basically naked, when you're alone?!" Fresh looked away, covering his nose.

"Its hot in this dorm! Besides, we're both guys." PJ rolled his eyes, crossing his arms, blushing.

"You don't look anything like a boy! Besides, you are wearing a girl's underwear! You're so fucking weird!" Fresh exclaimed, still turned away.

"Were you staring a my ass?!" PJ realized, yelling at Fresh.

"I-I didn't mean to!" Fresh finally turned back at PJ. He was so pretty, even when he's pouting, he looked adorable.

"Take off those ridiculous glasses and talk to me like a man!" PJ yelled, pointing at Fresh's YOLO sunglasses.

"No, I can't." Fresh backed away. PJ tackled him, strattling him. "W-what are you-?!"

"Take them off!" PJ yelled. Fresh began to freak out when PJ reached for his glasses, trying to steal it from his face. The glasses read 'OH NO' as Fresh was freaking out, not wanting PJ to reveal his eyes.

"No! Stop!" Fresh yelled, trying to push PJ's face away, but he reached.

"There, that wasn't that bad." PJ smirked, satisfied. He held Fresh's YOLO glasses in his hands, gripping them tight. Fresh was ready turned away, squeezing his eye shut and covering them with his hands.

"Give them back!" Fresh reached a hand backwards, hoping PJ would just give him his glasses back.

"Let me see your eyes." PJ said in a confident tone. "Then I'll give you your stupid glasses back."

"No! I can't!" Fresh exclaimed.

"At least turn to me. Face me, even if you don't open your eyes!" PJ growled, annoyed on how much Fresh was being such a wuss.

Fresh turned, hand over his eyes. The rest of his face bare. PJ suddenly kissed him, a sound being heard from their lips meeting.

"What the fuck?!" Fresh pushed PJ away. He had uncovered his eyes, showing PJ his monsterously weird eyes.

The boy's eyes.

The rose pink right eye. The purple, upside heart in the void for the left eye. Both were flaming with the same purple of Fresh's left eye.

"Your eyes." PJ grabbed Fresh's face, staring into his beautiful eyes.

"Don't look at them!" Fresh yelled, pushing PJ away and covering his eyes with his hand.

"No!" PJ exclaimed grabbing Fresh's face. He stared into his eyes, his eyes sparkling in love and rembering his come out call. "They're beautiful." 

All hatred had gone from Fresh's eyes as his face softened. They stared at each other before Fresh shook his head, getting angry again.

"No! Liar!" Fresh jumped to his feet, yelling angrily.

"N-no, I'm not-"

"SHUT UP!" Fresh screamed before running to his room and slammed the door. Fresh had locked the door, and things being thrown and broken were heard.

Fresh threw nearly everything in his room. Pictures were smashed, his wardrobe was turned, and his bed was shoved across the room.

In the end, only the middle was safe from Fresh's destruction. He sat there, crying into his arms, letting old memories play on loop.

Hours passed and PJ had finished baking. He put the cookies on a plate, putting it in the middle of the dinner table. He leaned against Fresh's door, listening. He only got up to change, but when he did and came back, Fresh's whimpers and cries were gone. He carefully opened the door, seeing Fresh passed out, curled up in the middle of the room, surrounded by a mess of a room.

PJ couldn't help but feel sorry for Fresh.

He sighed and got his paintbrushes, getting to fixing Fresh's room, putting Fresh onto the bed after moving it. He was in for a long day.

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"PJ! We're home!" Gradient called out. He couldn't see his brother, or even his other roommate. All he saw was the plate of cookies on the table.

Fresh woke up from Gradient's calls, surprised to be in his bed, and his room nice and neat. He saw the note tied onto his glasses, which was placed on his bed stand, placed nicely on it. He untied the note from his glasses, putting them onto the bridge of his nose as he read.

I fixed your room. I don't know if you'll be upset because I put things in the wrong way. I let you sleep, hope you rested well. And I'm not a liar, I tell the truth.

Your eyes are truly pretty.

Cookies are on the table, play nice with the other kids. And I got you some soda. It's in the fridge, with your name on it.

~Paperjam

"Hello?" Gradient called out, opening Fresh's door. He hid the note, glaring at the nerd.

"What?" He snapped.

"I was just checking on you. Where's PJ?" Gradient asked, backing up and hiding behind the door, only slightly peeking his head out.

"I don't fucking know! I don't care either!" Fresh barked, acting as mean as ever.

"Oh... sorry..." Gradient mumbled, hiding behind the door more.

"Fine. Whatever." Fresh rolled his eyes. "Get outta my room."

The small teen nodded, closing the door and running off to Vux. He hugged the taller, needing some form of contact.

Gradient often needed someone to hug him, someone to comfort or at least be there for him. Whenever he was scared or sad, he needed someone to hug him or anything, really. Usually he would run to PJ, but Vux was there now. He really liked Vux.

"What's wrong?" Vux hugged Gradient back, looking worried.

"J-just hug me." Gradient whined, hugging Vux tightly. Vux enjoyed Gradient's warmth, so he enjoyed this. 

Soon, PJ returned. He dropped the bag in the kitchen and went to his room, flopping on his bed and passing out.

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