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FP never imagined he would have a boyfriend, let alone the person who he was once enemies with. But there he was; in a loving relationship with Fred, the nerd of Riverdale High. This definitely made talks around the college when they first made things public. One night, Fred has mad anxiety while attempting to fall asleep. There was a test the next day, and the fact that Friday was also tomorrow didn't exactly help his anxiety.
As he turned over for the millionth time, Fred heard a faint thud outside the dorm's window. He wasn't even supposed to be up at this hour, but his curiosity got the best of him. With languid movement, he slipped out of the covers and grabbed his glasses before slowly making his way to the window. Once Fred drew the curtains back and peeked through them, his brows shot up in surprise.
He unlocked his window and slid it up just to be able to talk with the person outside. ''FP? What the hell are you doing here?! Don't you know how late it is?''
''Duh. I was just bored and wanted to check up on you tonight.''
''Well, you can check up on me when I'm not in bed.''
''Relax, Freddie. Tomrrow's Friday, we'll be okay. Plus, I'm sure you wouldn't mind if I fell asleep.
Fred folded his arms and scoffed, face turning red. He knew FP was right.
"Can I come in though? It's cold as shit out here."
Fred slid his window up just enough for FP to squeeze into his boyfriend's room. Once inside, Fred closed the window and put the curtains back. He went on his bed, sitting at the edge while FP took off his shoes and jacket. FP slid next to Fred, trying to keep his body warm until he hooked an arm around Fred's smaller frame.
"Really? You sneak all the way to my dorm JUST to cuddle with me?!"
"Not exactly,'' FP said. "I noticed you've been distant lately, even with us a bit. Just thought I'd pay a visit and make sure you're okay.''
Fred chuckled, ''I'm fine, F. Totally not stressed out about that big exam tomorrow, which could potentially drop my grades significantly."
FP could sense the sarcasm in Fred's tone. ''Come on, babe, don't talk like that. If you wanna chat about something, let me know-''
Before he could even finish that sentence, Fred threw himself into FP's arms and attached himself to his body. He started to cry into his chest silently, letting out his feelings. FP didn't say anything, just wrapped an arm around his boyfriend's quivering body, trying to console him. "It's okay. Let it all out."
After a while, Fred slowly pulled away from FP and wiped his face. ''Thanks, FP. I really needed that...''
He laughed, still keeping his arms around him. ''It's no big deal."
''Don't you have to go back to your dorm?''
''Why would I do that when I'd rather sit here and listen to you talk?''
''For starters, it's a school night. Second, it's past midnight and I don't want you to be tired in the morning. We both still have the exam tomorrow.''
FP smirked. ''Well... you wouldn't mind if I stayed the night, would you?''
Fred jolted in surprise. ''WHAT?!''
''Freddie, it's raining and I really don't wanna catch a cold.''
Fred rolled his eyes and sighed. ''Fine. But if we get in trouble with the admin, I'm not defending your stupid ass.''
FP pouted as a joke. ''Awww, but I thought you loved me-'' Before he could even finish her sentence, Fred grabbed FP by the shirt and pulled him up to meet his lips, essentially trapping their bodies together as they kissed.
The sun rose, shining through the curtains. FP didn't bother to get any sleep, he figured he'd get some breakfast since Fred seemed to still be sound asleep. He snuck into the dorm, closing the door gently. FP whispered to him, "Hey, Fred, wake up..."
Fred slowly regained consciousness and woke up, sitting up straight only to learn back against the pillow. He rubbed his eyes while reaching for his glasses, lazily sliding them on his face. He could smell a savory aroma filling the room.
''Mmm... you're still here?''
"Don't act so surprised,'' FP smirked. "Just making some breakfast for us."
Fred blinked, bleary-eyed, as FP slid a tray on the bed— golden-brown hash browns and a small pile of bacon served with a steaming cup of coffee. The scent was intoxicating, and Fred's stomach growled loudly enough for FP to hear it and chuckle.
"Eat up before it gets cold," FP murmured as he slid next to him.
Their knees brushed against each other under the crumpled sheets, and Fred felt a warmth blooming through him that had nothing to do with the coffee or the hot food on his tray. Fred took a bite of the pancake, syrup dripping onto his thumb without thinking, and FP— ever the daring one— caught his wrist.
"Messy," he teased.
Fred stopped eating his breakfast for a second. Just simply stared up at FP, stared into those beautiful brown eyes. Without second thought, their lips met in a syrup flavored kiss. before Fred could say anything, he leaned in the kiss. FP laughed against his mouth, low and warm, before pulling back.
"Cute."
Fred's face turned red. He didn't say anything, just buried his face in FP's chest. FP chuckled, wrapping an arm around Fred and pulling him close.