Dean enters the coffee shop, frowning, a boy was sat in his seat.

The next day, Dean enters the coffee shop, again, frowning. The boy was back in his seat.

Dean enters the coffee shop the next day, frowning, and he sees the same.

The day after, Dean enters the coffee shop, frowning. Stood at the front of the queue was the boy, and despite never having a conversation with him, they race each other to get the best seat in the coffee shop every single day, at 4 in the afternoon. It's in the corner, right next to a socket to charge devices, and a window. The armchairs are really comfortable too. The boy places his order, and then looks up, grinning at Dean. Dean sighs and stands in line. He looks over to the seat, and he knows what he has to do. That boy was just too smug. He steps out of the line as the boy's drink is being called, and begins to walk towards the seat. He reaches it, places his bag down onto the seat, and joins the back of the queue again. The boy walks towards the seat, picks up Dean's bag, puts it on the floor, and takes the seat. Dean glares at the boy, who pretends not to notice.

Dean collects his drink and then walks to the table.

'I was sitting there.'

The boy smiles, 'Oh! My mistake!'

He doesn't do anything to move, however, looking back at his laptop. Dean isn't really sure what to do, but needs to use his laptop so stubbornly stays put.

'I need to charge my laptop.'

The boy looks back at Dean, 'So do I. There's two sockets, you can go sit on that table and charge your laptop there.'

He points to a nearby table.

'I want this seat,' Dean surprises himself by his sudden rush of bravery.

'I sat here first.'

'I placed my bag here first,' Dean retaliates, and sits in the black armchair opposite, plugging his charger in as he does so.

They sit in silence for the next few hours, occasionally getting up for a quick loo break or to order another drink. 7pm rolls around, and they both pack up their laptops as the coffee shop closes and leave.

This becomes a new routine for them. They both arrive at 4pm and sit with each other, in comfortable silence until the coffee shop closes. They then both leave, and Dean always walks the opposite way to the boy, avoiding any awkward conversations that could happen.

After a while of doing this however, someone sits in their corner and uses the plug sockets that they usually use. They both take another table, and begin to use their laptops like usual, but after a while Dean curses.

'My laptop has ran out of battery. I better go home," he says to the boy, exasperated. He stands to leave, but the boy stops him.

'D'ya even know my name?'

'Huh?'

'Me name. Do ya know it?'

Dean shakes his head.

'Well, let's get to know each other then.'

Dean learnt a lot about him that day. His name was Seamus, for starters, and he was studying at the same university as Dean. Dean was studying English and Seamus was studying Astronomy. Seamus' mother was Irish and his father was English. He grew up in England, but despite this he still adopted his mother's accent. They both found out that they lived on the same floor as each other, too. They chatted happily for a few hours, and then they walked back together, both entering their separate rooms.

A few days later, Dean hears a knock at his door; he opens it to reveal Seamus, stood, in a towel. Dean can't help looking down at his chest, hairless but slightly toned, Seamus smiles at Dean.

'My showers broke, can I use yours?'

'Uh, yeah, sure, go ahead, it's there,' Dean stutters, wondering why he's so nervous all of a sudden. It's just Seamus, his friend, isn't it?

Seamus emerges a little while later, fully clothed, and messing with his damp hair.

'Have you got a lecture today?' Seamus questions.

Dean shakes his head, 'No, I don't.'

'Me neither! Wanna watch a movie round mine?'

'Sure!' Dean says, suddenly feeling butterflies rise in his stomach. Why is he nervous all of a sudden?

They walk into Seamus' flat and both sit on the sofa, very close to each other, Seamus turns on Netflix.

'What do ya wanna watch?'

'I don't mind.'

They eventually both decide on Deadpool and about half way through Seamus gets up to grab some crisps. He sits back down next to Dean and throws an arm around him. Dean's heart starts pounding like crazy, and he calms himself because, you know, Seamus is just platonically hugging him. After all, Dean doesn't like guys, does he?

Dean finds himself placing his head on Seamus' chest, leaning into him. As the end credits roll, Dean feels Seamus plant a kiss on his head, and Dean melts. Neither of them move for a while, until Dean stands up.

'I, uh, I'd better get…' he gets interrupted by Seamus planting a kiss on his lips. Dean kisses him back. Seamus tastes like salt and vinegar crisps, not exactly the nicest first kiss. Seamus wraps his arms around his neck and kisses him some more, before pulling away. They both open their eyes, and Seamus grins a big goofy smile at Dean.

'See you soon,' he follows him to the door, and waves Dean off.

Dean spends a while pondering the kiss. He wasn't gay, was he? Surely not, he'd had a girlfriend before, for goodness sake! He turns to the internet, seeking help, but becomes even more confused, seeing loads of different words in front of him- 'bisexual', 'pansexual', 'greysexual', 'demisexual', the list went on and on. How was he supposed to know what he felt? He goes to bed that night full of confusion, getting barely any sleep and having to go to his lecture full of coffee and red bull.

The next day, Dean doesn't go to the coffee shop, and goes back to his flat, hoping to avoid Seamus. He doesn't know, really, why he's so worried about seeing him again.

A few hours later, Dean hears a knock at the door. He rises, and opens it to find Seamus, looking concerned.

'Hey! I was at the coffee shop, where were ya?'

Dean shrugs, 'I was tired.'

'Oh, okay…' Seamus looks to the ground, nervous, 'do ya want to come round mine?'

'I'm busy.' Dean says harshly.

'Oh. Do you want to come round mine tomorrow then? Seein' as we're boyfriends and all.'

'We aren't boyfriends.'

Seamus shuffles awkwardly on his feet, 'Sorry I thought, 'cause you know, the kiss, I dunno, I-'

'The kiss meant nothing. I'm not gay,' Dean goes to close the door, but Seamus puts his foot in the way.

'Ya seemed pretty gay to me last night, because, well, ya were kissing me.'

'I'm not gay. Move your foot out of my door.'

Seamus complies, and Dean slams it into his face, before sinking to his knees. Why was he like this? He liked girls. He'd always liked girls. There was Ginny, and Lavender, and Parvati. So why did he kiss Seamus? And why did he like kissing Seamus? He'd never wanted to kiss a boy before, so why now? Why is it that the boy that steals his favourite seat every single day should be any different to every other guy on the planet? What was so amazing about Seamus?

Dean sits for a while in the doorway, before going over to Seamus'.

'Want to go bowling?