My chest, it's so painful. It is as if a knife had run me through the chest. Why? Why do I feel this way? And with them of all people…
"Claude, Claude. Hey, you with us Mr Faustus?" came Sebastian's voice. Claude's eyes snapped open, as he realised he was in class. As he looked up, he saw his school mate leaning over him. Sebastian's untucked shirt was hanging off his shoulders, and his jet black hair. Wait. Stop Claude. This is unacceptable.
"What do you want Sebastian?" groaned Claude. All he wanted to do was think. Why did this irresistible fool have to disturb him? Ahh, Claude now is not the time.
Sebastian stared at the edgy Claude, hoping for some explanation. But then he just leaned back and assumed his usual obnoxious look. "Just saying that class has finished and you slept through it, douche," explained Sebastian, laying back on a desk. He was enjoying his older friends reaction to this news.
Claude banged his head on the desk. "Shit, I'm now going to fail history. Shit!" cursed Claude. Sebastian couldn't hide the wild grin spreading across his face. He knew Claude was upset, but this was just hilarious.
"Calm down, douche. You can borrow my notes if you help me later," Sebastian chimed, after his distressed friend bashed his head on the desk again. Claude looked at Sebastian through crooked glasses. "Really?" asked Claude in a calmer tone. Sebastian just rolled his eyes "Sure, I don't need them".
The two males left the classroom. "Should we wait for Grell before we head to the dorms?" asked Claude. Despite his in class rest, he was pretty tired. He also just wanted to think things over, before his emotions got to him. His response was Sebastian grabbing his arm and dragging him back to their dorm.
Their dorm was a large room with three beds and bedside tables. There was also a wardrobe and chest of draws to share. Sebastian and Claude entered their dorm to find the end bed occupied by another male, with long red hair and red glasses. "Evening Grell," chimed Sebastian, flopping on the closest bed which was Claude's. Claude walked to his bed, displeased with the sloppy teen laying on it. "We were going to wait for you," he explained, trying to shove a reluctant Sebastian off his bed. Grell rolled over to face Claude," I was going to wait for you, but I didn't think you wanted to be disturbed," he remarked. Claude threw the prick a dirty look, and continued with his task. Sebastian was proving to be harder to move than he thought, until Sebastian couldn't take anymore shoving. "Look, if want to lay here just lay down," remarked Sebastian in an outburst. Claude stood transfixed. Usually Sebastian gave up or occasionally Claude took Sebastian's if he was desperate. But Claude had his pride. So Claude removed his shirt and tie before lying down next to Sebastian. As he laid his head on his pillow, Sebastian unconsciously moved his to Claude's shoulder. Grell saw this and teased his roommate with kissing noises, until he was met with Claude's death stare. Claude felt exhilarated and uncomfortable with Sebastian sleeping on him. But he didn't think on it too much before he fell asleep. The last thing Claude remembered that night was Sebastian curled up next to him and his heart beginning to race a little.