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"Amantes sunt amentes." - Terentius, c. 185-159 BC, Roman comic playwright
TO HELL WITH IT
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Lucien watched his feet as he traveled up the large, seemingly never ending staircases leading to William's room. The marble steps beneath his shoes were smooth, as well as the well polished wooden handrails on the right side, an ivory wall to his left.
Within the next few minutes the group of boys had arrived at the hallway to his room.
"You're not going to tell on us, Lucien, will you?" Elijah questioned.
"He is a prefect after all," Ashton continued.
Lucien resisted the urge to roll his eyes. They all sounded like William. "That depends."
"On?"
William chuckled. "He won't tell on us," he said, running his hand through the messy strands of his hair. "He's been out curfew plenty."
Lucien and William shared a knowing look. Images of their four in the morning adventures from the courtyard flashed through his mind, laying in the field under the stars and moon. That felt like forever ago.
"Lucien Harding breaking the rules?" Ashton gasped. "Impossible. I don't believe you."
"Oh, that's right," Roy added. "He was even in detention the other day with William and I."
"Impossible," Elijah murmured, rather dramatically.
Lucien rolled his eyes, as they all crammed into William's room, Lucien going for his signature spot: the chair. The rest of them piled onto the floor and the bed, whilst William stood by the door with a crooked grin on his face.
The door shut, and then the fun began.
For the next few hours, they all laughed and played games. Truth or Dare, and things like that. Lucien hadn't had so much fun in awhile, especially not since he'd had his friends hand picked by his own father since he was a child.
Louis was a kind hearted innocent boy, but he didn't make Lucien laugh the way these idiots did.
He had never felt so happy; it was almost as if he could physically feel the serotonin rushing through his veins. It was a strange, euphoric feeling, one he hadn't felt in awhile.
Eventually, people started filing out the room, ready to sneak off to their designated dorm rooms. First, Henry and Roy. Then, Elijah and Ashton.
And so, Lucien was the only other one left in the room, besides William of course.
"Imagine if we had classes tomorrow," he said, sighing as he fell back against his bed. "I would actually cry."
Lucien's lips tugged upwards into an amused smile. "Actually?"
"Actually," he repeated. "I'd wake up, and then the tears would start falling almost immediately."
"Has anyone ever told you how dramatic you are, William?"
"I can recall a few times."
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