Heelys and Heartstrings | Fresh Sans x Reader

Heelys and Heartstrings | Fresh Sans x Reader

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𝘍𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘩 𝘚𝘢𝘯𝘴 𝘹 𝘙𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳 | 𝘙𝘰𝘰𝘮𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘴 𝘈𝘜 You were expecting a quiet college roommate. Maybe a little awkward, maybe a little messy. You were not expecting Fresh. He's loud. He's neon. He wears Heelys in the cafeteria. And now? He's crashing into your life-literally-and moving into your two-bedroom apartment. You and Fresh couldn't be more different-he's all chaotic energy and bright colors, while you just want to pass your classes and keep your sanity. But between late-night takeout, emotional baggage unpacked at 2AM, and one too many accidental heart-to-hearts, something starts shifting. This was supposed to be a normal semester. So why does your heart start racing every time those stupid wheels squeak down the hall?
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Perfect. Peaceful. That's how I would describe my life. So moving to a different state to be with my boyfriend while I finish my degree makes sense. Only, until it doesn't. My life is going great. I'm settling into my new home, establishing a routine with my boyfriend. Until I meet him. He's my professor. He's a complete asshole. For a while, I can't stand him. But then something changes. Soon I find myself looking forward to his class. I find myself questioning am I really happy or am I just used to this routine? This reliability? I find myself thinking about him when I shouldn't. I start feeling alive. They says there's a calm before the storm, well... I call it chaos. Because no one could prepare me for what I would find.

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