forum Hey O/O with romance and a bit of angst please

Started May 29, 2019 by @basil_

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Lucas sat down in his regular chair. He was still driping water but he paid no mind tonit as ge pulled out his notebook.

Rowan leaned forward and smiled a bit, tapping Lucas on the shoulder. "If you don't have dry clothes, I got some in my locker," he whispered.

Lucas looked back at him and nodded. "I'll check and see if I have any after class." He replied. He started clicking his pen and tappung his foot, a habit.

Rowan smiled softly at Lucas and leaned back in his seat, doodling in the margins of his notes until the bell rang for second period. “C’mon, there’s a puddle under your chair.” He laughed, nudging Lucas’s shoulder.

Lucas stood and slung his bag over his shoulder. He looked down at his seat and laughed. "Whoopsie." He looked at Rowan. "I'm going to go to the locker room and change. I'll text you if I dont have any spare clothes."

“Okay, I’ll meet you in French.” Rowan replied, beginning to walk back towards his locker. “Just make it quick, she doesn’t like it when we’re late.”

"Yeah yeah, whatever. I'll be there." Lucas waved him off. He walked to the locker room and opened his gym locker. He pulled out his spare clothes and quickly pulled them kn. He threw hos wet clothes in the locker. He would come get them after school. He shouldered his bag and ran to second period, making it just in time.

The teacher clicked her tongue as Lucas ran in a second before the bell ended. “You should keep better track of your boyfriend Rowan, he is always late,” she said with a slight French accent.
Rowan looked up from his notebook with a confused smile. “My what?”

Lucas chuckled. He walked over to his seat and plopped down. "I'm too much of a hand full for him. It's okay, we still make a good pair." He reached over and ruffled Rowan's hair playfully

Rowan forced out a quiet laugh, his face turning bright red, much to their teachers amusement. They continued on with the lesson, Rowan’s mind unable to focus for the rest of the class, which was quite unusual for him.

Lucas listened to the class, though he only half paid attention. Je trying to keep hinself from falling asleep and ge was a little worried about Rowan. He could that something was bothering him.

The bell finally rang, making Rowan jump and quickly stand up to gather all his things. He glanced up at Lucas and waited for him before going to third period.

Licas pavked up his bag and headed over to Rowan, dramatically throwing an arm over his shoulder. "I don't think I'm ever going to understand anything other than English." He groaned.

Rowan laughed quietly, suddenly very aware of Lucas’s arm around his shoulder and how red his face was getting. He looked the opposite direction in hopes that Lucas wouldn’t know. “Well I guess you’re in luck. We have English next.”

"Awe, you're blushing. Are you still embarrassed with what happened in French ? Its okay. She was just teasung you." Lucas grinned at him.

Rowan laughed again, shaking his head. “I’m not blushing..it’s just..quite hot in here,” he said, trailing off a bit at the end. “And I never get embarrassed,” he announced suddenly. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.” Rowan flashed a grin Lucas’s way.

Lucas laughed. "I'm sure that's the reason." He fluttered his hands against Rowan's sides, tickling him.

Rowan yelped and tried pushing his hands away while laughing. “What else..would it be?” He asked, still grinning widely.

"I don't know…maybe its because you have a secret crush on me?" Lucas said teasingly and tickled him again.

Rowan grabbed Lucas’s hands with one of his own and held them tight. He used his other hand and put it under Lucas’s chin, tilting it up a bit and getting right in his face. They were inches apart. “You think I have a crush on you?” He grinned.

Lucas looked at him, smirking. "That blush gives it away doesn't?" He leaned forward and bit his nose with a laugh.

Rowan was take aback for a second before regaining his confidence and pressing his forehead against Lucas’s. “How do you know that wasn’t for someone else?” He whispered, glad that the hallway they were in was mostly deserted.

Lucas chuckled. He traced a finger down his cheek. "Who else do you talk too? Who else do you look at? You're only ever with me." He whispered.

Rowan’s breath hitched in his throat, his eyes gazing down at Lucas’s hand. The smile faded off his face and he began to back away. “That’s exactly the point Lucas,” he said quietly, turning to walk away.

Lucas frowned. "Wait, what does that mean?" He quickly walked after him. He grabbed his shoulder and pulled so they faced each other again. "Rowan, I was only teasing you."

“It’s fine Lucas. Just leave it alone.” Rowan turned again, forcing a small smile onto his face. He grabbed his stuff for his next class and started walking back down the hallway, sighing.

Lucas's frown deepened. He would drop it for the time being. He would be sure to bug him later when they were walking home. He headed to his next class.

Rowan was chatting happily with some guy from his English class, his arm leaning against the lockers. He tried to forget what had happened earlier, but it had thrown him off. He usually avoided arguing or even disagreeing with anyone, especially Lucas.