Due To Fate [Boys Love Story] (EDITING)

Rough Start

Birds twittering and the grasses wet from the morning dew. An alarm clock blaring on a night stand shows the time was past six o' clock. A man lays on the bed with half of his body covered by a blanket. He groans at the loud sound so he slams his hand to stop it. Cursing as he slams his hands on stand, missing the clock, he rises up from the bed and turns off the alarm. 

Getting up from the bed was a task for the man in red boxers, clearly not a morning person. The person rubs away the sleep from his eyes and relieves himself in the bathroom across the hallway of his room. Since he lives alone he doesn't fear anyone barging in.

When he's done he washes his hands and goes to his kitchenette and makes himself breakfast. Finding some ramen noodles and some water, he fixes his morning meal. After saying grace he washes the dishes he just used and goes to prepare himself for the day.

An hour has passed, dressed in blue ripped jeans, a grey with some a Sleeping With Sirens logo on the shirt, and a black hoodie jacket. Making sure everything is with him, he double checks his bag before heading out of his apartment. Locking the door, he climbs down the flight of stairs, taking him about five minutes since his place is on the fourth floor. The apartment building isn't too fancy or shabby, it was enough for him. 

Leaving the entrance of the building he spots his black sports car and gets in. Before speeding to school, he puts on a branded shades and played his playlist. On the way he passes buildings and shops, turning left and right. Arriving after half an hour, giving him thirty minutes to park his car and get to his first class. 

As the person gets out of the car someone calls out to him. "Johnny Spencer!" 

The person named Johnny takes off his shades, and searches for the owner of the voice. Johnny sees a person dressed in black jeans, blue collared shirt, and a white and blue knitted vest. It was one of his friends since high school, standing next to a dark blue car. 

Johnny replies as he walk towards his friend, "Sup, Sir Lancelot. Nice car you got there." Giving a brotherly hug, he notices the brand new car his friend had.

"Dude, this is my dad's. Gave me his when he got a new one. He thought I wanted this. Damn it, I've been eyeing this beauty but got stuck with this shit." Lance Anson gave a slap on the hood of his car with frustration on his face.

Laughing at his friends comment, he suggested with a devious smile, "Want me to fuck it up for you?" 

As he said those words Lance knew his friend would do it if he agreed. Johnny's friend shakes his head and decline his offer. 

"Nah. As much as I hate this car, I doubt my dad would get me the one I want."

"Say the word my friend, and I got you." Taking a look at the time on his phone, Jonny says, "Come on class is about to start." 

Lance nods his head and both starts walking to their first class. On their way, the two talks about general topics, from girls to popular hot spots to classes they have.

The couple reached their classroom but the door was closed. Lance went to open the door but it was locked. He tells Johnny that he'll go to the administration office and get the keys. John offers to look after his bag and stays next to the room. 

His friend was already gone when Johnny decides to sit on the floor next to the door. Johnny tosses both bags on the floor next to him plops on the hard ground. With his phone on hand, he turns to listen to some music, and takes a nap for a bit. Relaxing himself, he stretches one of his legs while the other bent upwards with his arm positioned to hold his head from flopping down, keeping him away from a horrible cramp later on. 

The hallway was still silent and not a single soul was there except for the person sitting on the floor. Few minutes passed and squeaking noises from the soles of a certain individual's shoes could be heard. A man dressed in plain white shirt tucked in a bleached out pants, with a shoulder bag to his side and a map to his face. The person was only about three feet away from the sleeping person, but his focus was on the map of the University and not his surroundings.

In short seconds, the person with a map lands on top of the sleeping person. The strap of his bag and the map were torn in the process, while the sleeping person gets a rude awakening from his sleep. Johnny lets  out a moan and rubs his thighs, opening his eyes he sees a man on top of him.  

John yells, "Shit! What the fuck are you doing?!" Pushing the person who fell on top of him, the other person lets out another groan just as he hits his shoulder on the marbled floor. 

"Shit, man. You didn't have to push me so hard." The person stayed still on the flat surface while John stands up.

"Yeah? Well you should look where you were walking!" Looking at the person lying on the marbled floor, John notices a sheet of paper torn in half. His OCD kicks up and throws it to a near by trash can.

The person gets up from the hard floor and screams at John. "Hey! I needed that! How am I suppose to get around this place?" 

Turning, John gives the other guy a look, lifting his eyebrows as he acknowledges his actions.

"Oh, I  thought that was trash." John gives him a smirk.

"Fuck you asshole." The guy gives him a middle finger, takes out a phone then starts dialing some numbers. 

"Mornin', Uncle. It's me ,Timmy. Look I'm gonna need a tour guide, cuz  some asshole threw away my map ." Timmy paused and let the other line say what he had to tell. "No, Uncle. Yeah I know but it wasn't my fault, though." Another paused, and Timmy looks at John, who sat back down and immersed himself in his phone.

"Hey! You, what's your name?" 

Before Johnny could answer, Lance came out of nowhere, speeding up with his two short legs. Lance was out of breath but manage to let form sentences. In between gasping and taking in oxygen, he told John that their class was moved to the auditorium for their Global Cultural and Language lecture. Ignoring the other person, Johnny gathers up his bag, and Lance copied his actions, not noticing and walking away from Timmy.

"Yeah, I'm here. Listen Uncle, my class suddenly changed room, I'll call you back and I'll find your office later. Alright, bye." 

Timmy ends the call, grabs his bag and followed after Johnny. Thinking about what happened to him, he thought that the other person was an asshole, and wants to pay back at him. While trying to fix his ripped shoulder strap of his bag, Timmy glare holes onto the person's back who had caused such a rough start for him on his first day.