You Again... (Fer)

[Carter Chevalier]

Studying was just not Carter's thing when it came to a past time, and he certainly wasn't looking to do it now. No, he felt a lot like just finding people to hang out with and doing nothing. Dom was busy and he didn't really feel like bothering the twin while he had company anyway. So he perched himself up in the lounge, finding some eager random to play a few rounds of pool with. The guy sucked at it, but a game was a game.

Socialising in general was key for Carter, anyway.

Out of the corner of his eye he caught sight of someone. Someone he wasn't really looking to speak to anyway. The blonde boy instinctively ran his hand along the line of his hair, stopping himself once he realised he was fixing his appearance for him. He turned back to the pool table and leaned against it, waiting his turn.

[Fer Reyes]

Fer had a writer's block. He had been trying to write this article about how yellow and purple will never look good together for his fashion blog all day long, and he just couldn't get his head around it. He thought it would be easy, he had many things to say about yellow and purple looking horrific together, but that was just the problem: he had too many things to say. Everytime he attempted to write something, it would end up just like rambles after rambles after curses and swearing about the subject. How stupid do you have to be to use yellow and purple at the same time? So just spent hours staring at the blank page deciding on what to write.

The Brazilian boy hadn't taken a bath all day long, his hair was still messy (very messy) and he was wearing his comfy writing clothes, which included old baggy green shorts and an extra large white shirt which kept him warm all day long. Normally, he wouldn't dare to walk out of his room looking like this, of course no, but due to the frustration he was having at the moment, he walked out like this. His objective was the vending machine in the student lounge: he had already eaten all his snacks, and all his roommates' snacks and food was the only thing that calmed his anxiety when writing frustration invaded him.

It was a simple mission, walk in quickly, buy his snacks quicker and walk out even quicker. He couldn't allow people to notice it was him in this dready clothes and with this dready tired and angry look in his face. At least it was the plan until he noticed Carter in the pool table, just next to the vending machine. Eye contacted ensured him that he was not going to pass unseen now. Fer nodded at him and kept his path to the vending machine.

"Crap..." He softly after he placed his hand in his pocket and taking it out empty.

Fer unusually had money in him. Well, not real money anyway. Usually, he relied on using replicates of money he touches along the day or in his place before going out. This time, however, he had forgotten to touch coins before walking out of his room, all he could make copies of was bills, which this machine didn't accept. The one downstairs did, though, but walking even more like this didn't look like a good idea. Instead, he swallowed saliva and went unto the less worse idea he could think of.

"Carter..." He walked up to the blonde. "sweetie... how are you?" Fer replicated a dollar bill in his pocket and showed it to the blonde. "Do you have any change for a dollar?"

[Carter Chevalier]

Cart thought the exchange would end there. Maybe he'd shoot a sharp remark as the other boy was leaving the lounge. Wasn't that what their friendship had boiled down to? Heated glances and general ignoring? His eyebrow twitched when he heard his name called. Simple pleasantries he could do, he supposed.

Turning around, he gave a curious stare. "Better than you, apparently." He replied, giving a quick glance over what the other boy was wearing.

"A dollar?" Carter asked, turning finally and leaning against the pool table, arms folded. "I don't carry small change." He unfurled his arms to pat his side pocket once. Carter was the son of high expense accounts, and there was a time where he allowed Fer to relish in the spoils of his father's hard work. Anything for a hook up as good as that. "You could always rummage through the couch cushions; you look suited to it."

[Fer Reyes]

Fer rolled his eyes at Carter's response. Granted, he didn't look like it, but Fer was definitely doing fine, and very fine actually. Well, writer's block frustration aside, of course. This is why you ALWAYS dress good. Fer reminded himself. After all, he was breaking rule number eleven of his own personal handbook, written by himself, The Seven Habits of Highly Effective Fashionistas: Always dress good. As to why there are more than seven rules, or why there are rules in a handbook of habits, don't ask him, or you'll have him talking for an hour.

"Of course you don't." You sociopathic-stupid-prick-with-fucking-perfect-hair. "Haha..." Fer laughed as fake as he could. "Oh Cartie, thank god you're this funny because neither smart nor pretty weren't going to be your forte."

Great, so Carter didn't have change on him. Fer glanced around the room, and he couldn't see anyone he recognized either. The image of randomly approaching someone to ask for money didn't sit well in his head either. And he was definitely NOT going to search the cushions for change. Going one floor down, and risking more people see him like this, was definitely out of the list too. Then again, it occurred to him that he could go to the bathroom, replicate some clothes and wear them to go downstairs, but a definitely more fun idea sprung to mind.

"You!" Fer pointed at a scrawny boy close to them. "You have been staring at my friend Carty here." He said loud enough so Carter would hear. "He says he'll give you a kiss for three quarters," The scrawny, and rather ugly, boy's eyes widened. "Ok, two quarters because that zit in his upper lip isn't making him look any better."

"Deal!" The boy quickly unloaded two coins in Fer's hand and approached the blonde.

Take that, bitch.

[Carter Chevalier]

Carter only offered a grin to Fer's response. Maybe part of him felt bad that he couldn't help him, but Fer was a notorious jerk and Carter could think of no better way to respond to a jerk than to be a dick himself. "You didn't seem to mind those qualities last year. Or a few months ago." He shrugged, tidying the sides of his hair casually. And with that, he turned back again to take his shot. Side pocket hit; easy.

As he lined up to take his next shot he overheard the conversation as it unfolded. Kiss a complete stranger? For nothing but Fer's gain? Ha, unlikely. "Je ne veux pas." He whispered to himself, turning on a heel and facing the situation.

"No." He said sharply, pointing towards Fer. "You want a kiss? Take it from the one who took your money." Carter shrugged. Worst case scenario, he'd force the guy away or hell just throw money at it. But no one would be pimping him out; especially not for a few lousy coins.

[Fer Reyes]

Too bad Carter took too long to react, the quarters were already in the machine and Fer had his snack. Spicy chips, the kind that leave your fingers yellow due to the cheese and are great with a Pepsi. Oh, Fer loved these.

"Oh man, I'm sorry," He said as he opened his bag of chips. "quarters are gone already." Lies, he could always make a replicate of the coins and give it to the boy, but what for? "Just give him a peck, man." Fer said to Carter. "You've done bigger things to uglier things."

"Hey!" The scrawny boy exclaimed.

"I meant girls," Fer corrected. "He's kissed girls. Eww, right?" Fer started eating his chips. "Want some?" He offered the scrawny boy before turning to Carter. "I'd offer you, but I wouldn't want you to get fatter, you were already too heavy last time." He then turned to the scrawny boy and whispered softly to him. "I let him get on top and he almost crushed me."

"I'm still waiting." The boy asked impatiently.

"Fine, come over here I'll give you a kiss," Fer beckoned the boy. "I'm not a stuck-up twink who loves the way my own farts smell."

"What? No." The boy interrupted Fer. "It was his kiss we agreed upon."

"Who could have guessed," Fer patted the blonde's shoulder. "some people do have bad taste in men." Fer smiled a bit. "Lucky for you."

[Carter Chevalier]

"You being one of them?" Carter asked idly, lazily pointing in the other foreign boy's direction. Did Fer really think this was going to get him? Some bitchy queen's grudge that resorted to stupid, albeit hilarious games?

He scoffed, turning his attention back to the game as he lined up his shot. He forgot that someone like Fer could be as close minded as just about any homophobic straight guy when it came to women. "Says the boy in his sweats who blogs all day." He interjected. Carter had and always would take pride in his appearance. It was key. He worked out and he looked good. If he tried to miss a day Dom would hang him for being lazy.

"Seems like you have an unsatisfied customer, Fer." Carter turned again, chalking the pool cue as he leaned against the table and watched. "I do so enjoy watching your admittance and dismissal of our relationship." His lips pulled into an amused grin. No, Carter would never dismiss a relationship in anyway.

[Fer Reyes]

Fer rolled his eyes at Carter's counter. He was giving this blonde far too much ammo. Of all the people I had to run into like this, it had to be him?

"Oh come'on Cartie, let's not play that card," Fer smiled a bit, which seemed rather hard at the moment. "you publicly follow my blog, and I know you read it too." Granted, he didn't know if the blonde did read the blog, but what did he had to lose by saying that? I better expect a witty response any moment now... "Yeah, another one." Fer agreed. "You better start a club."

Placing his hands in his pocket, he replicated the two quarters the scrawny-looking boy had just given him and gave them back, hoping it would shoo him away. Thankfully, it did, albeit not without a few complains towards the unfulfilled agreement. All Fer had to do was just be careful enough not to dismiss those two coins for some hours at least and he wouldn't hear anything about it.

"Aww, Cartie," Fer leaned against the pool table as he continued his chips. "so you think there is a relationship." He couldn't help himself from grinning in a joking way. "You just made my day, but you do make everyone's every time don't you? Well, except that poor kid. You should have given him a kiss."

[Carter Chevalier]

"Of course I read it. It's no secret." Carter shrugged nonchalantly. He did keep up with the little things Fer kept himself busy with, blogs or otherwise. "You better post about me following it. Your popularity will skyrocket." He grinned to himself, tossing his head back and checking if it was his turn to take another shot. Nope, not yet. He was glad his opponent preferred to keep to himself when it came to these kind of instances.

Fer was lucky it wasn't Dom.

"Sex is a relationship." Carter repeated the emphasis on purpose, leaning inward slightly. "I'd rather kiss you." Carter replied lightly, not a hint of annoyance or even suggestiveness in his tone. What was he playing at now? "Would it make your day?"

[Fer Reyes]

"Fer's Unique Kool Clothes," Fer said the name of his fashion blog while motioning with his right hand. "sponsored by Chanel and followed by Carter Chevalier." He laughed a bit as he continued with his spicy chips. "Yeah, definitely adding that tonight."

Having finished his chips, Fer placed his hand inside his pants, replicated the bag of the same snacks he had just been eating, and pulled it out. As with the last one, it opened with a small pop. A second later, Fer was already enjoying the tasty pleasure they provided him. The thing about replicating food was that, eventually, Fer had to dismiss it, making it disappear from his stomach, or wherever in his body they happened to be at the moment. As long as he did so after enough time had passed, and he did ate real non-replicated foo, nothing bad ever happened. The point of snacks was the flavor anyway, so eating copy snacks was no big deal.

"Shit, we're in too many relationships then." Fer's mind started to join dots in his mind, making a graph in his head not too different from that on The L Word he once saw. "No, wait, this is disgusting, sex is not a relationship." The blonde's next words threw him a bit off-guard. "Wait, so, let me get this straight," Fer raised a finger and placed it his lips. "you went from being all over me, to ignoring and avoiding me, to treating me like shit just a second ago, to flirting with me now?" He continued eating his chips. "Sure, why not, your place? Mine's, surprisingly, a mess."

[Carter Chevalier]

"Now you're just flattering me." Carter replied, a clearly amused expression on his face. Still, he would be checking the blog later to see if he had actually see if his name had made the cut. Then he'd probably comment if it didn't.

"Lost count, did you?" He said, chuckling to himself.

"You can't get this straight." He pointed out, indicating to the two of them with the wave of his hand a smirk. Sometimes Fer made it too easy to poke fun, even if the constant jokes made Carter look like the bad guy. "You treat people like this all the time. What, is it hard when someone's mean to you? Would you like me to be a little nicer?" He asked, putting on his very best fake pout. Poor Fer, indeed. "You can come over when you're done writing your latest masterpiece, if you want. Unless you're using me to avoid it."

[Fer Reyes]

Fer hoped Carter had noticed the sarcasm in his tone of voice. It was obvious, wasn't it? Not like he underestimated the blonde, of course not, but he was doing the "spinning the sarcasm around" thing far too good, that it led Fer to doubt.

"I'm sure we both did a long time ago." Fer said as he continued his chips.

In all honesty, he probably lost count somewhere around the first six months after losing his virginity. He always said it just wasn't his fault, after thirteen years of celibacy, once the genie was out of the bottle, why would he stop it? His attitude to the subject pretty much had always been: "Hey, we both have dicks, let's play with them."

Carter's judgement of Fer threw him off a bit. Was he a bad person? Since when? Fer denied himself that thought. Ok, maybe he has been a bit of an ass to Carter, but it was reciprocal and he was pretty sure that he didn't start it, it was the blonde, even if he couldn't remember what did he do to start this all. Still, he couldn't really believe the fact that Carter was saying that Fer treated all people like this all the time. That isn't me! He was now getting a bit annoyed and the pouting did not make things better. And he has the balls to carry on the sex proposal? HA!

"Fine..." Fer doesn't really know how to say no. "If only because angry sex is fun." He said strongly. "But let me clear this up, I am not a jerk, you are." He pointed at Carter strongly. "I'm Lindsay Lohan and you're Regina, ok?"

There's no such a thing as a normal day if Fer doesn't reference Mean Girls in some way or another at some point of his day.

[Carter Chevalier]

Carter folded his arms in front of his chest as he leaned against the pool table again. He tried for as long as he could to keep a straight face, but the Mean Girls reference forced a smile onto his face. "Well, I had to say something to rile you up," He replied, waving his hand idly at the thought, "Otherwise you'll just lay there." He knew that wasn't true, but it was still fun to say. He pushed off the table and closed the distance between himself and the other boy.

"Come on, Fer. You know I'm just teasing." He said quietly, offering the guy a small nudge with his hand. "And you know I'm a perfect gentleman when it's just you and me." He raised an eyebrow in curiosity, wondering how much of that would stick.

[Fer Reyes]

"Hey!" Fer exclaimed, mildly hurt at the comment.

Even if Fer knew he was good in bed, as he has been told many times, it was still quite unnerving to hear the opposite. Thankfully, the animosity between him and Carter made it clear that this was, obviously, a comment to make him feel bad-ish, than an actual comment based on truth. Well, or so he decided to tell himself, anyway.

"I knew that." Fer said as Carter got closer.

What did this guy had that made Fer shake uncomfortably so badly just by stepping closer? Oh, right, that hair. Fer bit his lip. Damn, didn't he found Carter far too attractive exist in a human body. He couldn't let the blonde notice this, of course not, so he crossed his arms in front of him and attempted to look as normal as possible, even if he knew it was already too late.

"Except in bed," Fer said softly. "where you're a complete whore, right?" He laughed awkwardly. "How... long will that pool game take, anyway?"

[Carter Chevalier]

Yes, Fer was good in bed, and he knew that. No need for Carter to shower him with the luxury of that admittance.

“I was going to say generous and compassionate, but I appreciate the compliment all the same.” Carter smirked then he laughed a little awkwardly. It was the kind of give and take from Fer that he had become used to, and even somehow grown to appreciate. He would never tell him that though. That would ruin the illusion of things.

Intrigue crossed his face as he turned back briefly and looked at the game he had all but abandoned. “Fuck the pool game.” He declared, tossing the cue back behind him without a care. With the slight incline of his head, he indicated towards the dorms and started walking.