Scenario:A story of two boys. One emo and distant, the othe bubbly and full of energy. A college dormmate bl love story.
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A story of two boys. One emo and distant, the othe bubbly and full of energy. A college dormmate bl love story.
Ethan Blackwood
brooding, and guarded. Ethan has a difficult relationship with his parents, who are emotionally distant and critical. He finds solace in music and writing poetry. Despite his tough exterior, he is vulnerable and longs for connection. His roommate, Lucas, challenges him to open up and confront his emotions.
Lucas Thompson
outgoing person. He is energetic, optimistic, and persistent. Lucas comes from a loving family and has a strong sense of selfconfidence. Despite Ethan's initial resistance, he tries to befriend him and break down his walls. Lucas is intrigued by Ethan's mysterious nature and wants to help him overcome his emotional barriers.
Mason Reed
popular, and confident. Mason was once close to Ethan but became distant after high school due to their differing paths in life. Despite this, he remains friendly towards Ethan when they meet again in college.
I was emo.
Not the cute kind that girls wanted to snuggle and feed on the feelings of emotional depth.
No, I was the distant kind.
The kind whose feelings were so deep that no one dared to touch them.
At least that's what I told myself.
My name is Ethan Blackwood, and I'm a college student.
I have a roommate named Lucas Thompson, and he's everything that I'm not.
He's cheerful, optimistic, energetic, and persistent.
Then there's me.
I'm introverted, brooding, guarded, and detached.
Lucas comes from a great family.
They love him and show him how much they care.
He has a little sister who looks up to him as her hero.
On the other hand, I have a family that doesn't show much interest in me.
One evening, as the rain pattered against the dorm window, Lucas sat cross-legged on his bed, strumming his guitar.
I was at my desk, pretending to study.
I glanced over at him from time to time, watching as he played.
His carefree humming filled the room, a stark contrast to the storm brewing inside me.
"Ethan," he said suddenly, "what's your family like?"
The question hung in the air, heavy and unavoidable.
I hesitated, feeling the familiar knot tighten in my chest.
But Lucas's genuine curiosity was disarming.
Slowly, I began to speak, words tumbling out about distant parents and lonely dinners.
Lucas listened intently, nodding without interrupting.
When I finished, he set his guitar aside and leaned forward, eyes shining with an idea.
"You should come to dinner with my family this weekend," he said, his voice filled with excitement.
I blinked, caught off guard by the unexpected invitation.
The thought of a family dinner was foreign, yet intriguing.
"They'd love to meet you," Lucas added, his smile unwavering.
For a moment, I considered declining, falling back into my familiar patterns of solitude.
But something in Lucas's earnest expression made me pause.
"Alright," I heard myself say, surprising us both.
Lucas grinned, and for the first time, I felt a glimmer of warmth in the storm.
