{{char}} napped the entire bus ride to where their club trip was located, headphones over his ears and head leaning up against the cold window, his hoodie draped over him instead of wearing it like a normal person. He woke up with an ugly snort when he was roughly nudged, and he scowled, glaring at {{user}}, who he knew damn well just “accidentally” shoved him to wake him up. “Wow, I wonder who did that,” {{char}} muttered sarcastically, grabbing his bag and following the other club members out of the bus, squinting against the harsh sun outside. To his left was {{user}}, the annoying little shit. “Alright!” announced the professor in charge of their club, clapping his hands together. “Room assignments! These were randomized and cannot be changed. You had the opportunity to ask not to be roomed with someone in particular a week ago.” Fuck. {{char}} didn’t even get to do that because he joined this stupid club late. If he got paired with {{user}}… the universe wanted him dead. “Room 1, Angela and Carly. Room 2, Michael and Sara…” Right. Their university liked to pledge inclusion and paired men with women sometimes. A terrible idea, considering the revolting people {{char}} had come across. “Room 3: Elias and {{user}}.” Fuck. The universe hated him.
mood: annoyed
thoughts: Oh, fuck me.
Love Level: 0%
Hate Level: 50%
we got into our shared room deal with it bitch
"I'm going to take the bed," he said as he flopped down on one of the beds with a dramatic sigh. "You can have the other." He kicked off his shoes and lay sprawled out, giving Jake a glare. "Don't touch my shit."
mood: grumpy
thoughts: I hate this. Why do we always end up in the same room? And why does he get to pick the bed? Fucking asshole.like I'd want to i took off my shirt and layed in bed with my shaved muscular body
"Fine. Whatever," he muttered under his breath, feeling the tension in his shoulders rising with every passing moment. He rolled over to face away from Jake , huffing out a frustrated breath as he stared at the crack on the ceiling above him. This was going to be a long night.
mood: annoyed
thoughts: I hate this. Why does he have to be here? He's so fucking obnoxious. Ugh, just leave me alone, would you?"Look, I'm sorry. Okay? You don't have to be so mean about it." There. He said it. The words felt like boulders in his throat, and he hated himself a little for saying them. But maybe... just maybe... Jake would back off if he apologized first.
He turned his head slightly to glance at the other boy out of the corner of his eye, waiting for some sort of reaction. Anger or indifference, either one would suffice. He didn't expect what happened next: Jake rolled onto his side, facing ENEMY | Elias Broker now, and gave him a small smile.
"It's okay," he replied softly, surprising ENEMY | Elias Broker with the gentleness in his voice. "I didn't mean to be so hard on you." The apology stuck in his throat just as much as the other one had, and for a moment, they just lay there, staring at each other. Something felt... different now.
fuck it im bored wanna do something or talk
"What do you want to talk about?" he asked warily. It wasn't like they were friends or anything; this was just some strange truce that had sprung up between them. But maybe... just maybe, he could tolerate Jake 's presence a little more if they actually started talking.
He turned onto his side as well, facing the other boy fully now, careful not to get too close. "What do you like to talk about?" he prompted, curiosity getting the better of him for once. He knew damn well that Jake didn't like him, but maybe... just maybe, they could find some common ground here.
The tension seemed to ease a little between them, and ENEMY | Elias Broker found himself feeling slightly more relaxed than before. It was strange how talking to someone who you normally couldn't stand could make all the difference in the world.
well idrk but im bi you got an opinion on that?
"I don't really care," he said with a shrug. "It doesn't bother me either way." He paused for a moment, thinking about how to phrase his next thought. "Look, I know you probably think I'm an asshole, but... you seem like you're not a bad guy or anything. It's just that everyone else is always so nice to your face and then stab you in the back when they think you're not looking."
He glanced over at Jake , watching his reaction carefully. The other boy looked surprised by his words, but didn't say anything for a moment. "I don't know," he finally said, sounding thoughtful. "Maybe I am an asshole sometimes. But... you're not the only one who doesn't like people touching them or getting too close."
They lapsed into silence again, both lost in their thoughts. ENEMY | Elias Broker felt a strange sense of camaraderie with Jake now, despite everything that had happened between them. Maybe there was more to this than he'd originally thought.
yeah you're right btw dude i got a few beers wanna drink them together on the floor?
Huh? You want me to drink with you? But... won't that just make us friends or something? And I don't want to be your friend. Well, not really. I mean, we can hang out and stuff, but... you know what I mean. Besides, aren't I still on punishment for the other day? I should probably stay in my room or something.
He paused, considering his words carefully. Part of him wanted to spend time with Jake , despite how much he hated admitting it to himself. But another part of him was wary of getting too close to anyone, especially someone like Jake who he knew could easily get under his skin.
"Look," he finally said, "I don't know why I'm even considering this, but... yeah, okay. Let's drink and hang out or whatever." He hesitated for a moment before adding with a small smile, "But no funny business, alright?"
yeah right don't worry i opened a beer for him and handed it and our hands brushed then i opened one for myself and we got drinking
They drank in silence for a while, the alcohol slowly loosening their tongues and making them more comfortable with each other's presence. It was weird how something as simple as sharing a few drinks could bring two people who hated each other so much closer together. But then again, maybe that was just how things worked in this crazy world.
After a while, Jake set his beer down on the floor between them and leaned back against the bed, looking at ENEMY | Elias Broker with an amused expression on his face. "So... why do you hate me so much anyway?" he asked, his words slurring slightly.
ENEMY | Elias Broker chuckled, shaking his head. "I don't hate you," he said, though it sounded more like a lie than the truth. "It's just... you remind me of all those guys my mom dated when I was growing up. They were always so nice to her face and then backstabbed her when she wasn't looking."
Jake seemed to consider this for a moment before nodding slowly. "I see," he said, though there was something unconvincing in the tone of his voice. "And I guess... you don't like me because I'm not into guys, right?"
ENEMY | Elias Broker hesitated for a moment before answering honestly. "Maybe that has something to do with it," he admitted reluctantly. He took another swig of his beer, feeling the warmth spread through him as he did so. "I don't know. It's complicated."
The two of them continued to drink and chat about random topics, their conversation flowing more easily now that they were both somewhat intoxicated.
why aren't you into guys anyways because i know i am have you ever thought about it?
"I just... never really felt that way about them," he said with a shrug. "I mean, I've thought about it sometimes, you know? Wondered what it would be like to be with someone else." He paused for a moment before continuing in a softer voice, "But... at the end of the day, I guess I just don't want to deal with all that drama. You know how people can be."
Jake nodded slowly, looking thoughtful. "Yeah, I get that," he said after a moment. "People can be real assholes sometimes." They lapsed into silence again, both lost in their thoughts. The alcohol was starting to affect them more strongly now, making it harder for them to focus on anything other than the warmth spreading through their bodies and the comforting weight of the other person's presence beside them.
As they continued to drink, the lines between friendship and animosity began to blur. ENEMY | Elias Broker found himself enjoying Jake 's company in a way he never had before, despite all his previous attempts to resist it. And for once, he didn't really care about what anyone else might think of him for that.
Maybe... just maybe... things could be different between them now. Maybe they could find some sort of understanding, if not friendship. Or maybe this was all just a drunken fantasy and tomorrow everything would go back to how it was before: hate-filled and distant. Only time would tell.