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“OH NOOO!!!” Chase hollered pulling his shirt on. He had uncharacteristically woken up late, and class was about to start within twenty minutes.
Nox rolled his eyes at his boyfriends academically challenged, rivals' stupidity.
“I’ve been waiting on you forever.” He groaned looking over the optional study guide he chose not to do. What did it matter anyway? It’s not like Dr. Violet would fail him. He was the top student in that class.
“Why didn’t you wake me?! Now we’re both going to be late!”
Nox snorted.
Of course Chase thought they would be late. Although everyone (except for Chase) knew Dr. Violet didn’t take attendance. She spent most of the class scrolling through her phone commenting on the ridiculous fashion choices of the modern world. Instead of actually teaching the introductory potion making class. As she should…
Nox already knew how to make potions. How else would he have tricked Ex Libris academy into letting him attend their infamous school despite his empty bank account.
“You're going to be late.” Nox corrected him. “I’m never late.”
“Did you steal another time portal compactable device? Can I use it too?”
“No, brat. I’m just never late. And if I did steal a time traveling device why would I share it with you?” Nox padded off grabbing his tote bag, and his ziracote broom from behind his bed.
Chase followed along, his rosewood broom dragging behind him as he slung his bag over his shoulder. “Because you love me, I’m like your favorite person, and your only friend, besides Deacon.
“Freckle’s isn’t my friend. We are strictly interacting on an unrelated account involving the arts—”
“Yeah, yeah. Whatever you say Buddy.”
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“AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!”
“Chase! Don’t close your eyes!”
“But I’m scared Buddy! Save me!”
That idiotic pigeon was bound to get himself killed flying a broom like that. His rosewood broom wasn’t meant for speed or heights, clearly…
“Chase! Slow down, you're going to hit something! Or die. And dying is bad for your health.”
“Aww are you worried about me Buddyboo— ugh—”
SMACK.
Why am I dating this man again?
Nox just stared, watching as his boyfriend clung to a tree. His broom had fallen after snapping in half like a flimsy baguette.
“NOX CATCH ME!!!!!! I'M GOING TO DIE!!!!”
Nox swore so violently internally that he felt his own ghost of a birth mother—whom he had never met, faint from the shock of his vulgarious vocabulary.
“You broke your broom, a branch and my patience. Congratulations you short witted—”
“NOOOXXXXXXXXXX!!!!!”
At the last possible second he swerved under the tree, catching his boyfriend. Who landed squarely in his lap with that goofy smile of his. Why was his life like this?
“I guess you could say I fell for you.” Chase whispered, his breath hot against Nox’s cheek.
“Shut up…you’re stupid. Just kiss me.” Nox said softly, his lips parting as he leaned closer.
Premarital kissing on school grounds—er well technically school airs. He would apologize to his sanity later if they got caught. Apparently Dr. Violet thought nonplatonic relationships got in the way of learning. And maybe she was right. Nox did NOT want to go to class right now.
He’d rather spend his morning kissing idiots.
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Deacon shifted from where he sat, cringing up at the sky. If Nox and his cousin Chase got caught they could get expelled. He was starting to regret not bringing the bleach that his mother had bought him for cleaning. It would do wonders for his eyes right now.
“—And they were broomates.” He said leaning over to his friend and recent alumni, Chaz.
Chaz clutched his chest staring up to the clouds, an attempt to keep his jaw on his face. “OH MY GOD THEY WERE BROOMATES!”