The person you hate to love

Francis and Arthur, two unlikly friends, have become room mates at the college of Harvard. Thier personalities could not be more different, and their intentions are the exact opposite. While Francis just wants to 'have fun' with anything and anyone on campus, all Arthur wants to do is study. Will these two make it through college? Or drop out before the senior year?

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In a small room, possibly smaller than the average dorm, sat a man. He had long, golden hair, baby blue eyes, and a thin beard. He lay sprawled across the bed, cigarette in hand. He's just arrived, and was now decompressing from his long flight.

A shorter blonde, with spiky hair and piercing emerald eyes walked out of his bedroom, and huffed at the sight of the cigar.
"Not in my house bloody frog." He growled, yanking the cigarette out of the frenchman's mouth and tossing it into the sink.

“Excuse’ mio?!” Francis said, annoyed by the Brit, he balled his fists and stood, “No matter, I’ll just go outside.” He huffed, taking out another cigarette and striding outside.

"It's a nasty habit!" The britishman called, grabbing a book and flopping down on the couch.

Francis scoffed and smoked away, his lips in a smirk as a girl passed by. Instead of letting her walk by, like most men would, he steppd in fron of her.
"Excuze' mio?" He hummed, stressing his sexy french accent, "But do you have the time?" He took her hand politely.
The girl blushed furiously and nodded, "Yes, it's half past 2." She said shly.
"What a lovely necklance that is!" France cooed, reaching for the girl's chest and grabbing a silver necklance that hung around her neck.
"Why, thank you, it was my grandmother's." The girl said, beside herself.
"And what would you're name be?" Francis hummed sweetly.
"Maryland." She said shyly.
"Oui! What a lovely name." He excliamed, Maryland blushed a deeper shade of crimson.

Arthur looked at the clock then out the window, and huffed. Poor girl, he thought. He stood and walked to the door, before swinging it open.
"Francis you slimy bas*ard get in her and fix up that pig-sty you call a room!" Arthur barked, leaning in the doorframe. He loved messing up Francis' flirting attempts and trying to embaress him.

The girl, Maryland, drew back and looked at him, "You're not oginized?" She asked, obviously a germaphobic person. Francis gritted his teeth, but kept his compsure.
"Non! Non! I have just moved in, and have much unpacking to do!" He tried to explain, but she was all ready leaving. He shot a glare at Arthur and scowled, "What was that for?!" He growled.

Arthur shrugged. "Just for fun, frog." He said with a smile.
"You really should clean up your room. You left your..magazines every where again."

"How can one not like those magazines? I'v jacked off like six times today!" He said with a pervy smile.

Arthur made a gagging noise in the back of his throat, and he shut the door behind Francis when he walked in.
"That was not something i needed to know." He growled, tryingto erase the mental image he'd gotten.

"What? Are you a saint?" He asked, fallowing him in, "Everyone does it!" Francis insisted.

"Of course they do." Arthur sighed, fixing himself a cup of tea.

"Then why be so awkward about the subject?" He asked, dumbly.

"I'm not being awkward you're just oddly obsessed with s*x." Arthur replied snidely, sipping his tea with one furry brow raised.

"I am not!" Francis said, insulted.

"Mhm. And i'm not british." Arthur chimed, walking swiflty over to the couch and picking up his book, sitting down.

France huffed and rolled his eyes, looking through his contacts.

Arthur yawned and set his book down, sprawling completely out on the couch and closing his eyes.

Francis suddenly blurted, "Hey, do you want to go out tonight? Pick up some girls?" He looked at Arthur.

"No..I've got to study.." Arthur said with a yawn, keeping his position on the couch. He scratched his stomach slightly, grabbing his tea and sipping it quietly.
"Which is exactly what you should do."

Francis snorted, "We are young, non? The age to love is now!" He exclaimed.

"And when i find someone i want to love i will." Arthur scoffed, blinking open his eyes and looking at the ceiling.

"you've not found anyone to love?" Francis said, his eyebrows raised.