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Edgar had been in college for 2 years now. Despite having to study and attend morning classes, he usually had a great time.
After all, everyday after his classes were over, he could go back to his dorm and spend time with his roommate: Fang.
At first, he absolutely hated the guy. He was obnoxious, egocentric and annoying, and he was always speaking. But, after just a couple of weeks, Edgar had really grown fond of Fang. He started to like him for a very simple reason, actually.
He realized his obnoxious personality was just a façade, and that he was actually just… really excited about college. He was excited about having friends and enjoying life, like an exact opposite of Edgar.
And maybe that's why they got along so nicely now, because they balanced each other out. If it wasn't for Fang, Edgar would've probably missed half his classes because of staying in to sleep. And if it wasn't for Edgar, Fang would've probably also missed half his classes, but because he would be either training, walking around or chatting Edgar's ears off.
So yeah, they got along well now, and everything was fine.
Until Edgar started actually, truly romantically liking Fang. He doesn't know when he started liking Fang as more than a friend, but now he was sure he did.
Fang wasn't only actually very nice, but he was also very handsome. He cared a lot about how he looked, and it really showed, because Fang was really, really pretty. Obviously Edgar didn't only care about looks, but Fang really had that one going for him.
Not only that, but spending time with him now wasn't just something else part of his routine, it was his favorite part of the day. Fang told him about the interesting parts of his classes, or random things he liked, and Edgar listened.
Edgar shared some things too, but his life wasn't nearly as interesting as Fangs, so he just spoke about Bad Randoms and how their songs were perfect, their meaning, and everything about them in general.
And that was another thing Edgar loved about Fang, he listened. He listened, he asked, and he cared about whatever Edgar ranted about.
So, to give it back to him, Edgar had agreed on going to a party with Fang this time, despite never having attended one before.
Fang was the happiest Edgar had ever seen him be, celebrating and already talking about whatever hour the party would be at and where It was, blah blah blah.
— Dude, really, it's gonna be awesome!
Fang said, smiling widely at Edgar, doing tiny steps in place. Truly, if Edgar had known it would've made Fang this happy if he said yes to all the other times he asked him to go with him, he would've said yes way sooner.
— Is it okay if I go with my, uh, usual looks? I can go more… normal, if you think I should.
Edgar asked, because, to be honest, being emo wasn't the most normal look to have while going to a party, so he guessed he could change his looks a bit just for one night. It wasn't that much trouble anyways, it would even be easier than doing his usual looks.
— No, no! You should go dressed however you want! And if someone says anything bad about you, I'll kick their ass!
Fang said, throwing some fake punches and kicks in the air. They were awfully close to each other, in their tiny dorm, both of them sitting in each of their beds facing each other, so fangs fake kicks almost actually kicked Edgar's knees. Edgar instinctively put his legs up, resting his head on his knees.
— Well, thank God. I didn't want to actually dress like a normie… No offense
Edgar replied, sighing in relief and smiling just the tiniest bit.
— None taken
Fang answered, smiling back. Then, he suddenly stood up, and stretched his arms over his head.
— Well, we should start getting ready. I'll go shower before you go and stay inside the bathroom for 2 hours
He said, walking over to his closet and starting to pick what he was going to wear. Edgar scoffed at the comment, but didn't say anything because he knew it was true.
— Good luck, don't slip and die while you sing and dance in the shower.
He said instead, obviously just to mess with Fang. He found out very soon in their friendship that Fang not only got easily flustered, but he also defended himself from every little joke as if he was accused of murder.
— I don't dance in the shower! Nor sing! Those are false accusations!
Fang replied, as he got into the bathroom and shut the door. Edgar quietly snickered to himself and got up too, walking up to the closet on his side of the room, and looking around for what he could wear for the party.
He would be lying if he said he wasn't super anxious, because his anxiety was literally eating him alive. But at every bad thought he reminded himself that, at least, Fang would defend him from anyone talking shit.
But, even if he did, Fang didn't promise he'd stay by Edgar's side at all times, and Edgar wasn't going to force him to either. Edgar didn't really like socializing, so he would totally stay in a corner in silence if Fang left his side, which he was hoping didn't happen. But he couldn't blame Fang if he actually wanted to have fun instead of staying by his side at all times.
He ended up grabbing some random black shirt to go under his black Bad Randoms shirt, then grabbing some baggy black pants and a red turtleneck vest. He decided the accessories could wait until he got out of the bathroom, because he didn't need Fang to make even more fun of him for taking forever in the bathroom.
When he finished grabbing his clothes, he set them down on his bed and threw himself on it too. He sighed and basically dissociated while looking at the ceiling, until Fang came out of the bathroom, towel tied around his waist, sighing at the sudden cold.
Luckily, Edgar already knew this routine all too well. Fang came out wearing only his towel, Edgar looked away and then got into the bathroom without saying a word about it.
He had learned this lesson a long time ago, when after the first few weeks, Fang had started doing that instead of dressing up inside the bathroom. Edgar couldnt blame him, dressing up in the bathroom was torture, but he would never forget the embarrasment of being caught staring.
So he did just what he always did. He looked away, grabbed his clothes and his phone, and skipped over to the bathroom.
He closed the door and sighed, deciding to ignore the subtle redness on his face when he looked in the mirror. He opened the shower and put some music on, undressed and hopped in.
He was lucky there was still some hot water, and that Fang didn't finish it all. He thoroughly washed all of his body and his hair, twice for good measure, and then turned off the shower and stepped off the bath.
He started to dry himself up, first waist down so he could put his underwear on. Then, his hair, that after the shower had naturally started to slightly curl, and then his chest.
He sighed as he saw his hair and remembered he had to straighten it, but it was just another thing to add onto the pile of stuff he did to get ready. He started to get dressed, shirts first, then pants, and leaving the vest for later.
Edgar then opened the door, so the steam and the heat would get out. He didn't mind anyways, Fang already knew about all the stuff he did to get ready, since Edgar usually ranted about how time consuming it was. He did turn the volume of the music down a bit, because felt it was way too loud without the shower and the door to drown it out a little.
He decided to start with his hair, so he grabbed the hair straightener and plugged it in, and when it was hot enough, he started straightening his hair, making it go to the left side of his face, as he always did.
After maybe 10 minutes, he was done with his hair, so he unplugged the straightener and put it back in its place.
He then grabbed his eyeliner, opened it, and started to carefully line the bottom waterline of his eye, and just his eye bags in general, and then smudged it out a bit. He also extended it to make it eye pointier, and then repeated on the other side.
But then, as he was about to put down the eyeliner, he got an idea. He stepped out of the bathroom, and leaned on the door as he looked at Fang.
— Can I do your eyeliner?
He asked, arm extended, showing Fang the eyeliner. Fang blinked, taken aback by Edgar's sudden come back. He was now wearing a white sleeveless turtleneck shirt, with some gold necklaces too. He had golden suspenders attached to a belt of the same color, paired with some black pants with golden accents.
Fang stared at Edgar for a second, and then answered.
— But- Yeah, yeah! I don't see why not. It looks good on you, I guess it has to look good on me too, right?
Both of them smiled, Edgar mostly because of the compliment, and then he walked over to Fang’s bed. Fang sat down, not sure of what to do. He started getting nervous seeing Edgar coming up so close.
— Okay, just look up and try not to move.
Edgar said, grabbing Fang's face softly with one hand, so he could stabilize himself and also keep Fang's face up, and started to line one of his eyes with the other. Edgar stuck out his tongue in concentration, not wanting to make it too big. Fang, meanwhile, was very fucking nervous.
Edgar's face was really, really close to his, and even though Edgar clearly hadn't noticed the situation they were in, Fang more than had.
See, despite what Edgar believed, Fang was even madder in love with him.
Fang had always admired Edgar's ability to not give a fuck, he had always enjoyed his snarky little remarks he made of everything, and he had thought he was the prettiest man alive ever since they’d met.
He had tried to flirt with him a couple of times, but he really sucked at it. And it didn't help that Edgar just laughed it off, even though Fang could see the redness in his cheeks everytime he said something like that.
So he wasn't really progressing with trying to get Edgar to realize he liked him. That and that Edgar never wanted to go with him to parties, where he got drunk and could maybe accidentally confess while he was at it. And that's why he was a bit anxious about tonight: it may happen.
As Fang tried not to just kiss Edgar while he was so close, Edgar was putting some eyeliner at the side of Fang's eyes, and very little at the top and at the bottom.
— Well, that's one eye
He started, backing away and smiling. He hadn't realized that Fang's face was flushed, but he realized now that he had gotten awkwardly close to him, so it was pretty justified.
— If you like it, I'll do the other
Edgar finished, Fang excitedly and quickly standing up and running to go see himself in the mirror.
— Woah, this really does look good! You're gonna have to do this to me more often
He said, looking back at Edgar, who just rolled his eyes and nodded.
— Yeah, whatever, come here so I can do the other eye
And so Fang ran back, sitting down on his bed again. Edgar started lining his second eye, copying what he did on the first one. Fang had decided to close his eyes this time, so Edgar just did it that way. After just a couple of seconds, he was done, and backing up again.
— All done pretty boy, go look at yourself
Fang opened his eyes and smiled, running again over to the bathroom and checking himself out.
— This looks amazing! Thanks, Ed!
He said, still looking at his reflection. Edgar smiled and then grabbed Fang by the arm, taking him out of the bathroom.
— Well, i'll keep getting ready now, thank you
He said, making the ‘a’ in the thank you longer. Fang scoffed and just walked over to his bed again, throwing himself on it to wait again.
Edgar, once again in the bathroom, grabbed his black lipstick and thought about it. He didn't usually use lipstick, because it was even more feminine than all the stuff he already did, but he guessed this was a special occasion and that using it would do no harm at all.
He started putting the lipstick on, not covering his whole lips but just the center of them, kinda like Lola did. Making sure he didn't miss any spots, he put the lid back on and put it back where it was.
He stared at himself in the mirror and deemed it good enough, so he got out of the bathroom to put all of his accessories on. Obviously, before he could even do that, Fang spoke.
— Wow, lipstick? That's a new one
Edgar turned around and looked at Fang, kinda touching his lips with his fingers, looking down and then back up at Fang.
— Yeah, do you think it's too much?
He asked, now unsure if he should actually go out with it on. Fang's eyes instantly opened wide, and he started shaking his hands in a “no” motion.
— No, no! It looks amazing on you! I was just surprised, i always saw it in the bathroom but because you never used it, i started thinking you brought some emo chick here
Fang said, mostly joking for the last part. He smiled and Edgar did too, as he scoffed and laughed, rolling his eyes.
— As if that would happen
Fang laughed back and sat down on his bed, cracking his knuckles while looking at whatever Edgar was doing.
Edgar started grabbing his accessories from his closet: Two belts, one black with spikes and a red-black checkered one, spiked cuffs, necklaces, earrings and red fingerless gloves, setting them all on his bed next to the vest he had already grabbed, and sighing before starting to put them all on.
He first put the vest on, adjusting it and leaving it open. He then connected both belts so they wouldn't fall one over the other, then put them both on.
Then, the necklaces, one long one medium. Then the cuffs, then the gloves…
The earrings took surprisingly little to put on, since he had already gotten used to taking them off and putting them back on.
And after all that, Edgar was finally done.
— Well, I'm finished.
He said, sitting down on his bed and staring at Fang with a smile.
— My god, finally! We're lucky the party lasts for hours, we would've missed it!
Edgar rolled his eyes once again, and Fang thought that he should put an “eye roll jar” where he made Edgar put a dollar everytime he rolled his eyes.
Anyways, Fang stood up and started grabbing everything he needed: His phone, charger and earphones just in case, money, and a jacket if it got cold later.
As he did, he looked back at Edgar, who was now frowning deeply. He looked at where he was looking, which was nowhere in particular, so he was a bit confused.
— What's wrong? If you don't want to come that's ok Ed, I'm not forc-
Before he could finish, Edgar perked up and shaked his head, interrupting him.
— No, no! It's not that, I'm just a bit anxious, you know? I'm not used to going to parties and I won't force you to stay by my side, so-
And then it was Fangs turn to interrupt Edgar.
— Are you kidding? There's no way I'm leaving you, dude! Why would I ask you to to if I'm not gonna stay with you?
Edgar smiled a bit after hearing that. It was a relief, a worry off his back. That was enough of a response for Fang, who smiled back and extended his hand at Edgar, for him to get up
— Come on, let's go
Edgar stood up with Fangs help, and started to do the same Fang was doing, grabbing his phone and the dorm keys. Fang started looking for the keys as he did, so Edgar jingled them and smiled
— Well, there's no going back now
Edgar said, walking up to the door and starting to open it.
— Hell yeah! Tonight's gonna be awesome!
Fang replied, and so they were off.