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wl_fanfictionAuthor: lastgreyskies
Rating: PG
Pairing: RyCol
Summary: fluffy college AU of how Ryan and Colin first meet
Word count: ~400
Beep. Beep. Beep. Ryan reaches over and slams the alarm off without looking.
Thirty minutes later Ryan's roommate Greg shakes him awake. "Ryan, get the fuck up, you're gonna be late to class."
"Fuck off, Greg," Ryan mumbles, and he rolls over and falls back asleep.
The next time he opens his eyes the clock says 8:50. Fuck. He has chemistry in ten minutes. He leaps out of bed, wrestles into a pair of sweatpants, and pours coffee that Greg made into a thermos. He slops coffee all over his hand in the process. Swearing, he grabs a towel of the floor and wipes off his hand, which is now bright red and in a lot of pain. Fuck, this is a bad morning. He grabs his bag, slides his feet into flip flops and then sprints to class.
He makes it to chem 101 with a minute to spare. All the seats in the back row, Ryan's usual spot, are taken. Ryan notices Greg surreptitiously rolling a joint in his lap in the back row and smirks. It's amazing what you can get away with in a class of 300 when you sit in the back. He looks around and notices the only open seats are in the front
Ryan slides into a seat next to a guy with big brown eyes. He slouches way down and spends the entire lecture doodling in his notebook. Halfway through he catches the guy watching him draw and throws him a smile.
The guy glances away, down at his lap, and grins. Just the slightest of little smiles, crooking up one corner of his mouth. It’s the cutest thing Ryan’s ever seen.
When lecture is over Ryan goes outside the dining hall to smoke. It’s a cold October afternoon with a charcoal sky, the leaves contrasting against it in flaming orange. It’s really quite beautiful. He sucks down a menthol cigarette with his back against the cool concrete wall.
Ryan had thrown his bag onto an outside table before he went to smoke and when he gets back he unzips the front pocket, puts back his cigarettes and lighter. He notices a sheet of paper folded neatly into quarters tucked neatly into a smaller pocket.
All it says is: I think you’re cute. The handwriting is messy, doesn’t look like a girl’s.
Ryan looks around and catches the eye of the guy with big brown eyes. The guy turns bright red and looks away.
Ryan shoulders his bag and walks up to him. He bends down and whispers into the guy’s ear, his hands shaking and his heart pounding, “I think you’re cute too.”
Rating: PG
Pairing: RyCol
Summary: fluffy college AU of how Ryan and Colin first meet
Word count: ~400
Beep. Beep. Beep. Ryan reaches over and slams the alarm off without looking.
Thirty minutes later Ryan's roommate Greg shakes him awake. "Ryan, get the fuck up, you're gonna be late to class."
"Fuck off, Greg," Ryan mumbles, and he rolls over and falls back asleep.
The next time he opens his eyes the clock says 8:50. Fuck. He has chemistry in ten minutes. He leaps out of bed, wrestles into a pair of sweatpants, and pours coffee that Greg made into a thermos. He slops coffee all over his hand in the process. Swearing, he grabs a towel of the floor and wipes off his hand, which is now bright red and in a lot of pain. Fuck, this is a bad morning. He grabs his bag, slides his feet into flip flops and then sprints to class.
He makes it to chem 101 with a minute to spare. All the seats in the back row, Ryan's usual spot, are taken. Ryan notices Greg surreptitiously rolling a joint in his lap in the back row and smirks. It's amazing what you can get away with in a class of 300 when you sit in the back. He looks around and notices the only open seats are in the front
Ryan slides into a seat next to a guy with big brown eyes. He slouches way down and spends the entire lecture doodling in his notebook. Halfway through he catches the guy watching him draw and throws him a smile.
The guy glances away, down at his lap, and grins. Just the slightest of little smiles, crooking up one corner of his mouth. It’s the cutest thing Ryan’s ever seen.
When lecture is over Ryan goes outside the dining hall to smoke. It’s a cold October afternoon with a charcoal sky, the leaves contrasting against it in flaming orange. It’s really quite beautiful. He sucks down a menthol cigarette with his back against the cool concrete wall.
Ryan had thrown his bag onto an outside table before he went to smoke and when he gets back he unzips the front pocket, puts back his cigarettes and lighter. He notices a sheet of paper folded neatly into quarters tucked neatly into a smaller pocket.
All it says is: I think you’re cute. The handwriting is messy, doesn’t look like a girl’s.
Ryan looks around and catches the eye of the guy with big brown eyes. The guy turns bright red and looks away.
Ryan shoulders his bag and walks up to him. He bends down and whispers into the guy’s ear, his hands shaking and his heart pounding, “I think you’re cute too.”
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Date: 2014-08-31 06:17 pm (UTC)... And Greg rolling a joint in the back of class, perfect :))
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