Blueprint of Us

Blueprint of Us

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Vice has always believed that everything in life can be planned. As an architecture student, he's used to blueprints, measurements, and perfect designs. Every line has a purpose. Every structure has a foundation. But no amount of planning could prepare him for the one person who would turn his carefully built world upside down-Ian. They've been best friends for years. The kind of friendship that's easy, comfortable... and painfully confusing. Vice hides his feelings behind sketches in the margins of his notebook, while Ian remains blissfully unaware of the silent love that's been there all along. When late-night study sessions, coffee runs, and shared dreams start blurring the line between friendship and something more, Vice begins to wonder... Can two people who were never part of the same blueprint become each other's forever? Or are some feelings simply meant to stay hidden between folded sketches and unfinished plans? "Every masterpiece starts with a single line. Maybe... so does love."
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Dean blinked, not understanding. Not fully. "Sick how?" Rosie pressed a hand to her chest. Pain flared beneath her palm. Sharp now. Wrong. "I'm sick," she repeated. Dean stepped forward immediately. "Okay. I'll take you home. You'll feel better tomorrow." The gentleness in his voice broke her. "No, Dean." Her knees weakened. Beau caught her elbow. "Rosie." She looked at them both through tears. For weeks, she had imagined telling them. Not like this. Never like this. Not in a bar with music pounding and her heart misfiring in her chest. FINISHED TILL SEASON TWO Dean Di Laurentis x Oc x Beau Maxwell (Poly) "Jesus, all three of you need a cold shower." -Dexter

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