Chapter Text
There was just something about the older boy, Quentin mused, as he watched Eliot lounge by one of the Cottage windows, flipping through a textbook. The small crinkle in his brow, or the rare look of undivided attention on the upperclassman's face that just made Eliot look so damn flawless.
The sun bounced off of Eliot's ivory waistcoat, making the male diva look like a god in the light. His wavy hair shone gold, giving him a regal appearance.
Sometimes Quentin wished he knew the spell to stop time. This was one of those times. He could stare at the older boy for a lifetime, and he would never get enough.
Quentin was pulled out of a trance suddenly by a sharp tug on his hair. It was Margo. "What?" He yelped.
"For gods sake Q. Could you be any more obvious?" She exclaimed. Quentin shook his head.
"I don't know what you're talking about." "Oh please. You mean to tell me you weren't just oogling my best friend right then? And don't deny it, I saw you."
"No!...well, yes, but not oogling, Margo. God, c'mon." Quentin stuttered defensively, as Margo's eyebrows slowly crept upwards. "So what would you call that then, Quentin, hmm?" She mused. Quentin flushed and offered up a meek "Admiring."
Margo rolled her eyes, and then walked past Quentin, and over to the bar to make herself a martini. Quentin ducked back down into the chair, and tried to focus on his own book, when he snuck another look at Eliot.
The older boy hadn't moved, only now, he was smiling. And that's when Quentin realized, he had a crush on Eliot Waugh.
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