[Samuel x Roman]

Samuel spent the whole way there questioning why he had agreed to this and at the same time being slightly excited to be doing something out of the ordinary that he had agreed to do for once.

The home wasn't really anything out of the ordinary and it wasn't until they had gotten into Romans room Samuel got more interested in looking around.

"I'm not picky," Samuel answered the question absentmindedly as he took in his surroundings. He wasn't sure what he had expected Romans room to be like, but somehow he also didn't expect anything else, "Just go with whatever"

He continued to look around, the thing that stood out was probably the lack of anything too colourful, and Samuel briefly wondered if the room didn't gloomy to be in due to it.
"I like your choice of colour" he joked, all the black made his own simple red T-shirt stand out in contrast, unlike roman who's dark attire blended in with his own room nicely. He caught a glimpse of the ceiling. It was cool but also possibly a little too much for his taste, "Did you paint the ceiling?"

He already knew the guy could paint, really well, and had he not known people generally didn't wallpaper their ceilings he probably would have just assumed that was the case. So he just decided to ask rather than to dwell on it and casually walked over to the bookshelf as he waited for an answer.

Getting to know what people liked to read or watch always was pretty interesting, and most people he hung out with didn't really read much so he had to admit it was nice to see that someone else had actual books in their bookshelves.
 
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Roman snickered. "Yeah, I am also quite the fan of my varied and aesthetically pleasing colour scheme," he joked, as the phone rang.

"Hi? Could I please get ... the Italian pasta platter, no extra cheese, a roll of garlic bread, and a family-sized cheese, herbs and garlic with as little cheese as possible? Yup, delivery ... sixty-nine Park Road ... no I'm not kidding it's sixty-nine ... Roman Hemlock ... okay, thanks."

Roman hung up the phone, set it down and gazed up at the smattering of pink, purple and blue nebulae he had painted on his ceiling. He knew it was a tad ambitious and probably a bad idea in the long run since they'd have trouble selling the house if they ever wanted to, but he liked it. It was pretty.

"Yeah, I painted the ceiling." Roman stood up, kicked off his shoes and sat down at the pillow end of his bed. He stretched his legs and turned the TV on. His Netflix homepage was filed with either Disney movies or horror movies, there was no in between.

"So why'd you agree to come?" he asked Samuel curiously. "Isn't it social suicide to associate with me?"
 
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Roman was right and Samuel knew that, but it wasn't as if he was planning on telling anyone he impulsively decided to follow the tall drama kid home to watch a movie. Hopefully, it wouldn't reach anyone of significance at school through Roman either and this would just be a one-time thing to cure some boredom.

"I mean it probably is" Samuel had no real problem admitting it, sure it was kind of fucked up that it was how their school worked, but they both knew it so there was no point in trying to dance around that fact, "but it beats sitting at home with my parents all evening"

He followed Romans example and sat down at the foot of the bed, subconsciously making sure to keep a small distance between them, and watched as he opened Netflix.

As he noticed the pattern in the movies he couldn't help but chuckle a little to himself, it was an odd but strangely suiting combination of genres. He had honestly expected more musicals due to him being part of the school production, but when Samuel thought about it wasn't as if he only watched movies about soccer.

"I don't want to question your taste in movies, " he said jokingly, but he also did mean it, "But Disney and horror is probably the weirdest combo of genres I've seen"
 
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Roman had long ago accepted his place in the social hierarchy of Maryborough Education Centre. There was no way of getting around the fact that he was in a niche that could not be escaped. And even if he did want to escape, he wouldn't. He loved his friends.

That being said, Roman was naturally charismatic and drew people to him like moths to light. Maybe it was his confidence, maybe it was the imposing demeanour that came along with being so tall. Whatever it was, Roman had friends outside his immediate friendship circle -- they just knew their place, too, and they saw one another rarely. Then, of course, there were his romantic interests, who varied from emos to nerds to the odd cheerleader.

"I don't understand people who don't like to spend time with their parents. My parents are the coolest human beings alive." Stellan, his father, was a drama nerd in his day and his mother Ingrid was a very talented artist. They shared a lot of the same interests and it was never boring in the Hemlock household.

Roman scoffed at Samuel's comment on his Netflix. "Well, there's the odd drama movie," he said, highlighting The Danish Girl with the remote. "And I also really like Orange is the New Black. Anyway, pick something, you're the guest."
 
Samuel could usually watch most things, but he often leaned towards really bad comedy movies and chick flicks which was something he really didn't want to admit after just criticizing Romans Netflix home page, instead he opted for something he recognized on screen that wasn't a Disney movie.

"Seven?" He suggested, obviously not all that sure of his decision.
While he was pretty sure it was technically a crime drama he remembered there being enough gory stuff for it to be close enough to a horror movie which had been Romans plan, to begin with, and he saw no reason in ruining that. He hadn't watched the entire movie before as he had been younger when his mum had put it on for them to watch only turn it off claiming that it wasn't worth sitting through all that just to see Brad Pit. His mother really liked Brad Pitt.

"It's not that I don't like spending time with my parents" at least his mother, he was pretty sure he spent more time with her than his friends, doing things with his turned out less fun in general so it wasn't something he was about to bring up, "We watch a movie or something on TV together almost every Friday, so sometimes it's nice to do something else"
 
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"Seven. A fine choice." A very fucked up movie that Roman was pretty sure Samuel did not know the plot of, or the level of gore and violence depicted. But he had spoken and Roman wasn't going to change his mind.

He put the movie on, pulled two of the three two-litre bottles of Coke he had bought and handed one to Samuel. "Just drink from the bottle, I'm too lazy to go to the kitchen to get cups." Roman also dumped all the chocolates and sweets he had bought onto the bed carelessly, before nabbing a Milky Way and popping it into his mouth.

He was about to open the chips when the doorbell rang. Roman left the room and came back a few moments later carrying a family-sized pizza box, with five or six containers of different types of pasta stacked on top, with the garlic bread.

"Sit up the pillow end and we can put it in front of us." Roman put the food on the bed and went to the kitchen to go get plates and forks -- but no cups, because fuck cups.

"Help yourself." Roman certainly did. He loaded his plate with a scoop of each pasta, two slices of pizza and two pieces of garlic bread. With the amount the boy ate, one would assume he would be very overweight, but if you were to lift Roman's shirt, you would see ribs. Even his arms were tiny, his shirt hanging off him and accentuating how skinny he was. Doctors said it was due to his constant blood loss.
 
As Roman came back into the room Samuel could feel his mouth watering at the smell and the thought of food and the laid back atmosphere of the room making him not over think things too much as he joined Roman up the pillow end of the bed.

He watched as Roman started to fill his plate with an almost inhuman amount of food.It kind of made sense with the way he had been piling snacks enough snacks for himself to feed a small family in the store but it was still a surprising thing to see such a thin guy as Roman eat more than himself. Samuel joined in taking food, albeit significantly less

"Soo, a question," he said between bites, eyes now turned to the movie, "What's your beef with cheese"
He had told him to order whatever, so he wasn't about to complain about the very noticeable lack of the ingredient, still, he didn't think he had ever met someone who didn't like cheese, It just made every food better.
 
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"Cheese is fucking disgusting."

Roman's voice was blunt. Luckily, the Italian place had only put a very thin layer of cheese on the pizza, but he still picked off the slightly thicker bits and flicked them onto the pizza box with a revolted look on his face.

"I hate the taste, I hate the texture, I hate everything about it. I can only handle it in very small layers on pizza and lasagne. Anything else can go fuck itself."

Roman's eating habits were strange. The five piles of pasta were separate, and if the sauces mixed, Roman wouldn't eat it. He visibly moved the gnocchi away from the marinara simply because he couldn't handle it when flavours were mixed.

"I also don't like things mixed with things -- like, burgers and sandwiches are disgusting to me because all the different elements are just in one mouthful." Roman made a gagging noise. "And quiche. And pies. I need everything separate or I won't eat it, except for things in sauces, like pasta. I also hate mashed potatoes."

Roman glanced at him. "Surely you have some kind of weird eating habits. Do you put chilli on everything? I put chilli on almost everything."
 
How could a person have such a passionate hatred for cheese? Samuel found kind of fun to see the way Roman made every small thing into something big to rant about. He seemed to be pretty all out with most things, which was trait Samuel didn't see in a lot of his friends. It was a refreshing change of pace.

"I mean I like sweet things in regular food, like fruit in stews, but I don't really like sweets, if that counts as weird" It really wasn't that od, though, and sure there were one or two things he preferred not to have in food but he mostly ate everything, "Sorry to break it to you, but you're probably the pickiest eater I've met"

He looked over at Roman with a small smirk on his face.
"You wanna know whats really good? Honey and ham sandwiches"
He ate it a lot when he was younger, less now, he mostly just said it just to provoke Roman.
 
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"Alright, this has been fun, there's the door," Roman joked, chuckling as he gestured to the door with his fork. "I'm kidding. But that's --"

Roman was cut off by a loud meow. He moved his black curtains away to see the fluffiest, fattest ginger cat on the planet, standing on the other side of the window and begging to be let in. Roman opened the window and the cat trotted inside, situating his fat self between the two humans.

"Hello, Percy," Roman crooned. He fed the cat his pizza crusts, to which the fat feline purred in content.

"Samuel, this is Percy, Percy, this is Samuel." Roman introduced his cat to his friend as if the cat were a human. "Percy is the most amazing animal on the planet and I love him more than I love my mother."

Roman settled back into the cushions. "My sister has a cat, too, but her cat is a cunt and I don't care where he is. Do you have siblings?"
 
If that sound meant what Samuel thought it meant his day just got a thousand times better. While he was a big advocate for dogs being the best pet he still loved cats and most other animals way too much for his own good, so when he indeed saw the fatest cat he had probably ever seen a big smile spread across his face.

As Roman introduced his cat in the same way as Samuel would have probably introduced Daisy, which was also the only reasonable way to introduce ones pet, he reached out and gently pet the cats soft fur.

Samuel laughed at the descriptions of his sisters cat, he would assume it was an exaggeration until otherwise proven.

"Nah, just me, my parents and our dog" his attention was still mostly taken by the purring ball of fluff between them even as he talked "Is she your age? I imagine that being more fun that having to deal with, like I dunno, a toddler?"
 
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Roman had always had siblings -- he had an older brother, and a twin sister. He had never gone a day in his life without speaking to the both of them, and he couldn't imagine what it was like to be an only child.

"She's exactly our age. We're twins, but I'm about five minutes older so I am the superior twin." Roman picked up a framed photograph from his bedside table and passed it to Samuel.

The picture depicted Roman and his siblings. The boys wore black suits and white shirts with their hair combed, and he girl wore a black dress with her hair in a bun. It was meant to be a serious family photograph, but instead, London Hemlock laid across her brothers' outstretched arms as if they were a couch, Roman's arms under her side and Brooklyn's under her legs. They were all laughing, London holding her head up with her hand.

"My sister's name is London and my brother's name -- he's twenty-five -- is Brooklyn. Yes, my parents named us all after places." Brooklyn, Rome, London. "The reason I'm home alone is because my parents and London went up to Melbourne to see Brooks. Mum doesn't like me traveling so soon after bleeding."
 
He studied the picture before handing it back to Roman. It looked like they were all having fun and for a moment Samuel found himself thinking that he wished he had grown up with a sibling. Not getting all pressure from his parents and having someone to hang out with really didn't sound bad.

Seeing the picture also made him realize something. For all years of school Roman hadn't existed as anything other than another face in the hallways for Samuel and now he had an entire life outside of them, siblings, a cat, a bedroom. It was weird to think about.

"Ah..." Samuel made a sound of understanding, assuming and hoping he meant what had happened when he had been with them painting sets and not that it had happened again since, "I would say sorry you couldn't go but then I wouldn't be here now so"
He followed up with giving Roman a quick and slightly bashful smile. Was that a weird thing to say? Hopefully not.
 
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Roman set the picture back on his side table and raised an eyebrow at Samuel, then smiled. "You're adorable," he said earnestly, bopping the other boy on the end of the nose with the handle end of his fork.

He was quite cute, both in appearance and in the way he so clearly was trying to pretend he was straight. Roman liked to get what he wanted, but he didn't want Samuel in any sexual way. All he wanted was for Samuel to come out and admit it to himself.

So Roman had to find some way to subtly do that.

"I like this movie," he said conversationally, leaning back into his pillows with his plate resting on his lap, "not only because of the delightful blood and gore, but because it has Brad Pitt and Gwyneth Paltrow, and they're both really fucking hot."

Roman's sexuality wasn't a secret, both because he wore it on his sleeve for everyone to observe and he fit the bisexual male stereotype perfectly. And he was proud of it. Roman had grown up in a loving and accepting household and never had he ever thought his sexuality was something to be ashamed of.

And, he had been clearly seen making out with his ex-boyfriends and -girlfriends in the middle of the hall.
 
Samuel couldn't do anything but to stare, not really knowing what to do with himself. Should he be angry at him for calling him adorable, tell him to stop being a weirdo and leave? Had there been others around he would have maybe done that, but since there weren't anyone there but them it wasn't as if anyone could jump to conclusions. Except for himself, so he didn't comment on it, if he didn't make it into I big deal it wouldn't be a big deal, right?

He knew Roman was bisexual, he hadn't really thought much about it, but he knew. It was impossible not to, and there was no reason for him to emphasize the word and. Unless he was trying to make Samuel uncomfortable, if which he was succeeding.

"yeah, my mom stopped me from watching this one when I was younger," He very deliberately ignored the latter part of what Roman had said and turned his head back to the screen, a little less relaxed now than he'd been before, "I think I get why now"

Samuel hadn't really dated anyone the past year and even before that he had never been that interested. It wasn't as if he realize what that could imply, but it really wasn't anything like that. He just had other, more important things, on his mind right now. Like school and soccer.
 
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Samuel was like an open book. Roman could read his body language so clearly -- he felt uncomfortable, and not because of the situation, but because of something lurking in his mind. It was obvious -- well, to Roman, anyway. He had helped a lot of people, Bella and Elliot included, through the process of accepting sexuality so he knew what to look for.

He'd be lying if he said he wasn't slightly satisfied with Samuel's reaction, but Roman wasn't a complete asshole. He wasn't one to out someone or to call them out. So he dropped the subject.

"My mum would try to stop me from watching horror movies but I'd always find a way around her." Roman shrugged. He had finally finished with his dinner, so he set his plate aside and pulled Percy into his lap. The cat curled up like a fluffy ball of happiness as Roman stroked his soft fur.

"My dad was always chill -- I've been watching crime dramas with him since I was ten. He's a cop but he finds them riveting for some reason."
 
Glad Roman just continued on with the subject Samuel had chosen to acknowledge Samuel allowed himself to get more comfortable again, continuing to eat the small amount of food he still had left until he was done and followed Romans example and put away the plate.

He had trouble pinpointing exactly what it was that got him so on edge whenever even an indication of the existence of other sexualities came up to speech. It wasn't really the same disgust a lot of the guys on the team felt. Although it might be part of it, due to his upbringing and having agreed with them during a large portion of his life, he wasn't stupid. It wasn't anything actually wrong with it, had he thought so he wouldn't be hanging out with Roman of all people.

He chose to ignore the reason for now, and forever hopefully, he had no reason to.
"I could imagine it being fun to actually know what the movies are doing wrong and stuff" Samuel speculated, he assumed normal cops did not have the same kind of experiences as Brad Pitt did in Seven.
 
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"Yeah, he says that most things get the picture but some things are extreme," Roman guessed that was the same for ever genre. There would always be something a tad ridiculous in a film.

Guzzling some vanilla Coke, Roman continued to pet the cat and regarded Samuel thoughtfully. He wondered what the other boy was thinking in this situation. His friends would flay him for socialising with Roman, much less actually being at his house for an extended period of time.

But Samuel seemed somewhat comfortable.

"What are your parents like?" he inquired.
 
Most of his friends had already met his parents and describing them was something he had to think about for a moment before deciding what to actually say. It wasn't like they were anything out of the ordinary, but talking about his parents somehow fell slightly under the category of too personal for him.

"Mum's a hairdresser, she works pretty reasonable hours so she's always been home a lot more than dad, so we're pretty close" His mother was the kind of parent who is really lovey-dovey with their kids and his father was kind of the opposite, it always made him wonder what the two had had in common in the first place, "Dad's pretty strict, but he's cool I guess, works with IT"
Samuel realized going from looking up to his father to realizing that no matter what he did would never really please the man wasn't all that cool. But he had his moments and he wasn't about to spill all his frustrations about his dad on someone he had just started talking with.

"You're pretty close with both your parents, yeah?" it had seemed so based on what Roman had said about it throughout the evening, but he still decided to ask.
 
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Again, Roman was pretty sure Samuel was hiding something but he wasn't going to pry. Family was a touchy topic for some. Roman knew he was lucky enough to have parents who were still together, loved one another and loved their kids. Some were not so fortunate.

"Yeah, I've always been pretty close with them," Roman said with a nod. He wasn't boasting, but rather stating a fact. Honestly, Roman couldn't understand parents who weren't close with their kids. What was the point of creating a little human if you didn't want to be their friend?

"My dad's the head of the police here but he's so fucking lax with us," Roman said with a slightly incredulous voice. "Honestly, the shit we get away with. I've broken curfew and driven without my license and he's not given two shits." But Stellan was strict with every other kid in the town.

"And my mum is the sweetest lady on the planet. She's a primary school teacher, teaches Year 2, and she still kind of treats us like we're little kids. You know, makes us eat our vegetables, tells us to brush our teeth." Roman smiled, as he thought it was endearing. "God, I think she cried the first time London brought a guy home because her little girl was growing up."

Roman loved his parents. He couldn't have wished for a better mother or father. "I'm very lucky to have them," Roman continued. "I mean, I could have been born to Christian homophobes who beat me for my sexuality, but the first time I ever brought a guy home, my dad had a nice discussion with him about Star Wars and my mum fussed over him like we were married already."
 
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