Deacon cautiously opened the bathroom door, and stepped inside. The boy was leaning against the sinks, head down, looking frankly adorable.
"OMG you came" he said softly, looking way more nervous than he had seemed in the cafeteria. He was probably showing off to his friends.
"I'm Francis" he said, more confidently
"Sounds posh" Deacon laughed, "I'm deacon"
"Sounds posher" Francis returned the grin "I promise I'm not posh, my parents are teachers"
"I'm not posh either, but apparently everyone thinks so"
"You're here for the maths trip, right?"
"Yeah, I'm with Truham College"
"St. Mary's"
"Aren't they like.... Really Christian"
"Yeah but... Its not as bad as it seems."
Deacon slid closer to Francis as subtly as he could, which was not at all. Francis gave him a look, and followed suit.
"Do you maybe want to..." Francis muttered. He didn't need a reply, and pulled Deacon into a soft kiss.
BUZZ BUZZ
Deacons phone vibrated aggressively. He cursed internally and pulled away from the beautiful kiss. It was from leanne, who he cursed externally.
"Oi dipstick don't wanna interrupt your bathroom bang but we need to go to this talk now and if you don't come I'm not saving you a seat"
"I-I've gotta go I'm sorry. I'll text you" Deacon stuttered, before hurrying, flustered, out of the bathroom.
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The quadratic formula
HumorDeacon is less than excited for his college trip to hegarty headquarters, however when he meets a mysterious stranger, his fractions are divided.
