Beep.
Disclaimer: I do not own the characters from Nothing Much to Do/Much Ado About Nothing.
A/N: This story is set in a universe where everything happens except Balthazar and Pedro getting together. The chapters will not take place in chronological order, so don't think you've missed anything if chapters don't match up with the ones before. Also, there'll be mention of a major character death, so yeah, there's that warning. Hope everyone enjoys this - I'll try to update as often as possible!
Balthazar threw himself on his new bed. He had yet to put sheets and blankets on it, so he could feel the plush mattress material on his arms. Looking around at his dorm room, he felt a wave of nausea in the pit of his stomach. The walls were blank, absolutely nothing like his walls at home. There were no band posters or pictures of his friends. He had no friends here… No, he needed to stop thinking like that.
His parents had dropped him off a few hours ago; after carrying his stuff up to his room and going out to lunch, they had driven off with waves and a teary "Promise me you'll call every day!" from his mom.
Now, lying on his bed, Balth knew this chapter of his life would take more effort than the last. He would have to make new friends, explain to them that he was gay, cross his fingers they wouldn't desert him.
A beep came from his phone. Message from Pedro. Ignore.
He didn't have any cute nickname for his best friend – that would make his fantasies seem real. And they weren't.
Balthazar had decided when he left for college that he also needed to leave the past. He needed to leave his love for Pedro, or at least leave Pedro, even if the love was permanent. He hadn't said anything to Pedro about his decision, just hung out with him one last time at his house. They had played video games and eaten a lot of pizza and fallen asleep on the couch at 2 a.m. The usual. Pedro had seen him out the next morning with a pat on the shoulder and a sad smile. Not a "I'm never going to see or hear from you again" sad, though. If only he knew.
Beep. Another message from Pedro. Ignore.
He was planning on falling out of touch with everyone. It would make moving on easier. Of course, he would still talk to Ursula, but that's because he knew she wouldn't bring up Pedro, or how happy Bea and Ben were. She would know the boundaries of conversation.
The only way Balth could move on in life and potentially fall in love with someone else was if he didn't have access to Pedro – his face, his voice, news about him. Nothing.
Staring around his empty room, Balthazar tried to convince himself it would work.
Beep. Ignore.