Emil opened the door and stepped inside the apartment that he shared with his brother Lukas and Lukas' boyfriend Matthias. He wished he could afford to live on his own, but considering that he currently lived in a quickly gentrifying city, that simply wasn't a possibility. At least he got home before anyone else did,so he still got time to himself, or...at least he usually did...

He was just taking off his shoes when a familiar voice broke through the usually silent apartment and he jumped.

"How was your day Em's?"

It was Lukas. Emil sighed, and let his heart rate slow down a little before he finished taking off his shoes and hung his keys by the door. Then he turned to face his brother and the rest of the living room.

"Uh, fine I guess. There's this new guy at work and he's a total fuck boi, but other then that it was good. Why Are you home so early?"

"Hm? Oh, the library was being rented out for this educator's conference, so they let me leave early. I get to clean up the mess from it tomorrow though," Lukas said, shrugging his shoulders, "So a fuck boi huh? Why do you say that?"

Emil huffed, "Well he looks like one for a start. And before you give me one of your high and mighty speeches about not judging a book by it's cover, I'll have you know that he was also rude to me about my albinism and he laughed about one of the kid almost eating foxglove!"

"So exactly your type then," Lukas said with a snort.

"Hey!" Emil squawked, "What's that supposed to mean?!"

"Well let me think," Lukas said with a smirk, "for starters, there was Gilbert."

"That was one time!" Emil retorted.

"And then their was Anthony."

"He was nice once you got to know him!"

"Uh huh, and Romeo."

"He had a good sense of humor!"

"And what, about Leon?"

"Oh my god Lukas, We're just friends," Emil sighed.

"Okay, but my point still stands. Exactly your type."

"Ya know," Emil grumbled, "Just because you're dating a fuck boi doesn't mean you have to project your problems onto me."

"Matthias isn't a fuck boi." Lukas argued.

"The hell he isn't!"

"Fine, maybe he is, but he's better than most of them. Not all fuck bois are bad."

"If you say so Lukas," Emil said with a sigh.

They were silent for a minute. Then Emil yawned. Working at the daycare always exhausted him and today was no exception.

"I'm tired," he told his brother, "I'm going to go take a nap."

Emil woke up an hour and a half later to the sound of Matthias loudly singing what he presumed was pop song, but the taller man was so incredibly off key that he really couldn't tell.

Groaning, he sat up and checked his phone for notifications. There were two texts and an email.

He checked the email first, but it was nothing important, just spam from (he should never have signed the petition to put a statue of Stefán Karl Stefánsson up in that small Icelandic town. It didn't even affect him). The texts on the other hand were both from his best friend Leon.

Leon: Hey do you like

Leon: want to go do something with me later?

Emil rolled his eyes before replying.

Emil: I'll like, do something with you later if you learn not to double text.

It only took a minute for his friend to reply.

Leon: I

Leon: Guess

Leon: You

Leon: Don't

Leon: Want

Leon: Me

Leon: To

Leon: Buy

Leon: You

Leon: Ice

Leon: Cream

Leon: Then

Emil sighed. Some day he was going to get better friends, but until that happened he was stuck with Leon.

Emil: Fine, I'll go get Ice Cream with you jerk.

Leon: Yes!

Leon: Meet me at the Ben and Jerry's in 20!

So Emil got up, put on his coat and shoes, and left his apartment hoping for an uneventful night.

AN: I've only ever met one acceptable fuck boi in my life, but who knows, maybe there's more out there.

Note: Anthony is Molossia and and Romeo is Seborga

reviews are appreciated!