Freed confessed to Laxus and was turned down. Rules were set: he can stay by Laxus' side so long as his unrequited feelings don't interfere. Yet on a stormy night when Laxus comes home drunk and reeking of perfume, Freed loses his temper and ends up kissing Laxus. He knows the rules, Laxus can only ever be "just a friend," yet as Laxus keeps throwing him mixed signals, Freed doesn't know what the rules even are anymore.

"You're that one kid who sits in the back. Vincent, right?" "Yeah. You're that one kid that talks a lot in class. Oliver." • • • • • (This is a BL, or boy love, story and I might possibly have some smutty type/smut-related and/or a smut scene(s) so beware.) • • • • • Personally, I think of Oliver as more of a Cole Sprouse looking guy and Vincent as either an alternate version of Asa Butterfields or some abstract version of an American Jungkook. Just sayin'. • • • WARNING! This story may contain graphic and sexual content, nudity, suggestive scenarios, adult language, and possible suggested violent and/or criminal actions. Viewer discretion is advised.

Fluffy, cute, and funny! I like writing happy things (as you can see)