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Spot’s POV:
He typed away furiously on his laptop, willing the paper to just write itself. He sighed and looked out the window adjacent to him. He could see snow falling down onto the street below him and wished he could go out and enjoy it with his friends rather than being stuck behind his desk.
“C’mon Spot.” He thought to himself. “All you gotta do is finish this last essay, then you’re free for winter break. You’ll have over a month off and you can spend as much time in the snow as you want as soon as you’re done.”
He couldn’t argue with himself. As much as he hated the idea of finishing this paper, he knew he had to get it done. Spot groaned and took a sip of his now lukewarm coffee before returning to the final paragraph of his essay.
All of a sudden, a loud jolt shot through the dorm room. Spot turned away from his desk to face none other than his roommate, Racetrack Higgins (his real name is Antonio or Tony, but no one calls him that except for his family), as the door slammed against the wall.
“Could you be any louder?” Spot asked annoyed and rolled his eyes. This wasn’t unusual for Race; the boy had to much energy - and strength for that matter - than he knew what to do with, despite his twig-like figure. He slowly turned back to his paper, knowing he couldn’t afford to get distracted any longer. Who is he kidding? As soon as he heard Race enter the room he knew he would be distracted with him sitting nearby.
“Aw C’mon Spotty, don’t be like that,” Race said with a smirk. His beautiful blonde curls bounced as he jumped over the back off their shared couch to land on his stomach, chin resting on the arm of the chair as he watched Spot.
“Wait,” he thought to himself. “Did I just called Race beautiful?” Nope. No. Of course not. Why would he think that? His mind was momentarily racing and he didn’t know what he was thinking. He sighed, still not ready to deal with the internal crisis that’s been brewing inside of him for a while now. That’s a problem for another day. He reluctantly began typing again, hoping he would finish this stupid essay soon.
“Fuck off Racer. I’m not in the mood right now, and I really gotta finish this essay.” Spot kept typing.
“Jeez, someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed this morning.” Spot didn’t respond.
Race cleared his throat. Spot made a noise of annoyance but continued to ignore the Italian boy. He stared at the computer
Race cleared his throat again. “Actually, there’s something I kinda need to talk to you about,” Race said, a hint of emotion behind his voice, but Spot couldn’t quite place what it was.
“What could be so important that you have to drag me away from my work? Seriously Race, you know I gotta finish this before break. Go bother someone else, like Jack or Albert.”
“I know, I know, I’m sorry,” Race responded quickly, “It really can’t wait till later, and I can’t go to any of the others cause they’ll just laugh at me and that won’t help. Plus, this kind of concerns you.” The blonde sat up quickly and turned his whole body to face his best friend.
Spot glanced at his computer one last time before he spun around to face the other boy, resigned to the fact that he wouldn’t be finishing his work anytime soon. He watched as Race started picking at a thread on the arm of the couch, his blue eyes flicking up to meet his gaze before flicking down quickly. If Spot wasn’t mistaken, it looked like the other boy was . . . nervous about what he was about to say. Something was clearly bothering him.
This was unusual for Race. Spot knew that if his usually animated and positive friend was nervous something was seriously wrong. Race was never one to hesitate, always getting caught up in some stupid shit by himself or with their friends. Race was naturally confident and never backed down from a challenge, so to see him so nervous was unnerving.
Spot didn’t say anything, just stared at the other boy expectantly. He wanted to know what was wrong, but didn’t want to rush Race with what he had to say. They stared at each other in silence for what seemed like hours but was probably only 10 seconds.
Spot grew impatient and glared at his friend. “Spit it out, Race. What’s up?”
Race sighed and finally spoke. “So I may have done something stupid.” He looked sheepish.
Spot snorted. “Race you do stupid shit all the time. Hell, that’s a normal Tuesday for you. So seriously, what’s wrong?”
“I’m going to choose to ignore that you just said that.” Race scoffed and returned to the matter at hand. “Ok, I told you about how I’m going back home to visit my family for Christmas, right?”
Spot nodded. A couple of weeks ago Race mentioned he would be going home to visit his mother and sister for the week leading up to Christmas, and even invited Spot to tag along. Spot declined, however. Spot had so many close friends, and he was extremely grateful for that, but he didn’t have a family like Race and it always sent a pang through his heart when he saw others so happy, so unlike his own family. Spot would much rather stay in the dorms for winter break and explore the city some more, something he hadn’t had much time for this semester.
“So I was on the phone with my mom the other day, and, surprise surprise, she asked me if I was bringing anyone home for the holidays. She asks me if I’m finally seeing anyone every time she calls, and she always gets the same response, so I don’t see why she doesn’t just back off,” Race looked annoyed. “I’ve told her so many times that I’m not seeing anyone right now, but she refuses to listen. I was so fucking mad at her for bothering me again. I love her, I do, but this was seriously getting out of hand. I finally snapped because I was so fed up with her nagging me about it that I told her, I was in fact seeing someone and would be bringing them home to meet her.”
Spot’s eyebrows furrowed in confusion. “But you aren’t dating anyone,” he responded slowly. He knew Race hadn’t dated anyone in years, and Spot had witnessed on many occasion Race’s complaints about his mother’s persistence to get him back into the dating game. Spot knew his mother just wanted her son to be happy, but he saw how much it bothered Race when she would nag him about it all the time.
Race nodded and groaned as he fell back onto the couch dramatically. “See, that’s the issue Spot.” He suddenly looked nervous again. “When she asked me who I was dating I was so shocked that I blurted out the first name that came to mind.” He sat up again, hunching over, but still facing Spot.
“Well,” Spot asked expectantly. “What said sap is supposedly dating you?”
Spot watched as Race reached up to scratch the back of neck sheepishly. “Uh, yeah about that,” he chuckled nervously, “I may or may not have toldmyfamilyiwasdatingyouSpot.” Race glanced to the side, not meeting his eyes. He spoke so fast, one of the reasons he got the nickname Race actually, that Spot couldn’t understand a single thing he said.
“English Racer. I can’t understand ya.”
Race turned his eyes back to Spot’s. Spot really did love the color of his eyes. They were bright blue, the color of a robin’s egg. Race exhaled loudly. “I told them I was dating YOU Spot.”
Spot blinked. He took a second to process what he just heard.
“You did WHAT?!?”