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His friendship with JFK was entirely unexpected for Vincent, accustomed to the half-assed “heys” in classes or the stupid jokes he would overhear in passing. He would roll his eyes and go to his locker, grimacing as he heard the obnoxious laughter of the jock. And god, his red polo looked so stupid on him, along with his towering pompadour and creased shit colored loafers. His accent made him want to cut off his other ear.
It was clear Vincent despised him, down to the bone. He swore that if JFK were a puddle and he stood in it, the water would barely touch his heel from how shallow he was. However, all of that changed during finals, where Vincent was forcibly assigned to JFK for an egregious science project. It was worth 35% of their grade and was due the following December.
“I know he will fucking flake on me,” he complained to any friend who would listen. “God, I’d rather just fail for the semester than spend one more minute of my time with that dumbass.” JFK quickly subverted his expectations, however. He was oddly enthusiastic about working with Vincent and gave his all into the project, which completely floored him.
An unlikely friendship started to form, and soon they became close friends, hanging out with each other on weekends and after school. And that weekend, JFK invited Vincent to his house with the exciting premise of smoking raisins in his room. He accepted, which led to where they are now.
In JFK’s room.
Lounging on beanbags.
High as fuck.