~Jonny's POV~

I had never considered myself as one to succumb to peer pressure. Throughout grade school, I had never once did drugs or tried a sip of alcohol. I never had a girlfriend, though that was because I fancy blokes. Still, I never asked a girl out or said yes to a girl just to "fit in" or "look cool". Maybe that was a reason why I wasn't very popular, but I suppose I didn't need to be. I had music, and that was all I really needed or would ever need, I thought.

I told myself that Uni wouldn't be any different. It was school for adults. No more childish standards to set people to. No more popularity games or competing to get the top score in the class. We were all simply people, now, people trying to survive on our own for the first time. I suspected that it would be easier to mingle and make friends now, since we all shared something in common.

When I first arrived, I received the help of two kind gentlemen who told me that they, along with another bloke named Guy, would be my roommates. "I'm Will," the heavier one said, shaking my hand after having set one of my bags on my bed.

"Jonny. It's a pleasure."

The other bloke patted my back in a friendly gesture. "Nice to meet you, Jon! My name is Phil."

I smiled at them. "Where's this 'Guy' you speak of?" I asked jokingly.

Will scoffed. "Probably out trying to find a girlfriend," he said with a chuckle, playfully rolling his eyes.

"Even though we all know that he has a thing for Will, though he'd never admit it," Phil whispered, still in the range of Will's hearing, making the both of us blush.

"Uh... you wouldn't mind if he did... have a thing for blokes, would you?" I asked, feeling the heat in my face grow as the words came out.

Phil looked surprised for a moment, then he smiled at me. "Of course not! Why, are you gay, mate?" He asked politely.

I looked to Will, whose blush was about as fierce as my own, and I nodded. "Yeah. I've never had a boyfriend or anything, but I knew back in grade school that I didn't want a girlfriend, either," I admitted. It was strange, admitting something to two blokes that I'd only just met a few minutes ago something that I had kept hidden for years. However, their warm welcome and openness made me instantly like them, and I knew that we'd be friends for a long time.

"I've had a few boyfriends," Will said, surprising me. I hadn't realized that he liked blokes, too. "I'm actually bisexual. I've had girlfriends, but I have to admit, Guy is... he's something else." He rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly.

Phil laughed. "Just admit that you love Guy already!" He teased, right as Guy walks through the door.

"Um... did I miss something?" He asked, making me giggle.

He looked over at me and smiled. "Hey, mate. You must be the new roomie!" He had a strong Scottish accent and I wondered why he was going to college in London.

I smiled back and shook his hand. "And you must be Guy. Pleasure to meet you, mate. My name's Jonny."

I felt a bit formal, but I was sure that it would pass. After all, being formal was polite, and I'd only just met them. I felt like we'd be friends for a long time, but we still had to get past the initial awkward greetings.

Will seemed thankful that my being there had distracted Guy from his initial question, but he couldn't completely avoid it. "Now what were you saying about me?" He asked Phil, who directed to a blushing Will.

"Er..." He stood there, frozen in fear of what Guy might say if he told him the truth.

"Shall I say it for you?" I asked him, understanding his position. I remember feeling like that the few times I told a guy that I liked him. Of course, it wasn't as big as being in love with a bloke, but I understood nonetheless.

I wondered what love felt like.

Will shook his head and took a deep breath. I thought for a moment that he would shake his head and tell Guy to leave it be, but, to my surprise, he actually told him. "I'm in love with you, Guy," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. Phil and I patted his back to tell him good job while Guy just stared at him in shock.

"You really love me?" He asked.

Will nodded shyly. "Listen, mate, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to-"

He was cut off by Guy kissing his lips hard and fast. Will grabbed his face and kissed back, before moving his hands up his face and to his long, black curls.

Phil and I clapped to show our congratulations and Phil added, "It's about time!"

I laughed, as did Will and Guy, breaking up their kiss. "I knew you were bisexual, but I didn't know you were into me!" Guy admitted.

Phil laughed. "How could you not? He's totally head over heels for you."

Will blushed again. "Honestly, I didn't know you even liked blokes."

"I don't. I like you."

"Aww," Phil and I cooed.

Guy faced us, with a look in his eyes that said he would kill us if we said anything more. We both laughed, and Phil decided it would be best to leave the two of them in private for awhile. "I'll show you around the dorm," he told me.

I followed him to the dorm hall, not before getting one last glance inside our room, where Will and Guy were already kissing again. I chuckled and caught up to Phil, who was in the lobby.

"This is where we mostly like to hang out," he explained. "There's a telly, but most of the blokes around here prefer to play the piano or on their guitar. It's a nice place to study, too, with all the music around."

I nodded and looked around. I imagined myself spending long hours alone, just strumming songs on my guitar.

"Come on, Jon," Phil called, waving me along.

I ran to catch up to him, and didn't notice the man until I bumped into him. His bags fell on the floor, and he stumbled to keep himself from landing there as well. "My bad, mate! I wasn't looking where I was going. Here, let me help you."

I grabbed one of his bags and handed it back to him, only then noticing his blue eyes. They shone like a diamond on a bright, sunny day, and they were staring into my own green eyes, sending shivers down my spine. For a moment, I was paralyzed. His eyes bore deep into my soul, as if he had laser vision and he had traced the image of his eyes into me. I studied the outline of his face. His jaw was long, and his cheek bones were the perfect shape, matching the rest of his features exquisitely. His nose was a bit long, but it matched his face well and I couldn't deny how perfect everything fit together. I wanted to touch his soft looking lips, even if only for a moment, just to see if they felt as soft as they looked. To top him off was a head full of curly, blonde hair that bounced when he spoke, and a smile that could light up a thousand candles all at once. My heart fluttered in my chest and for once I wondered if this was what love felt like.

"Thanks, mate!" He replied, and though his tone was cheery and he smiled at me, the look in his eyes was much different. I couldn't tell what it was, but it sent another shiver down my spine and hoped that I would see him again. "Maybe I'll see you around?" He suggested, hope in his voice.

I smiled back, my heart racing a million times a minute. "I hope so," I said.

The man walked away, and I couldn't get his face out of my mind. He was definitely the most beautiful man that I had ever laid my eyes on, and he may be the closest thing that I ever experience to love.

"Are you coming mate?" Phil asked, shaking me out of my thoughts.

I nod and ran after him, though the rest of the time Phil was showing me around, all I could think about was that man with the blue eyes. What was that look in his eyes? Had he ever loved someone? Did he mean what he'd said? Did he really want to see me again?

When Phil had finished showing me around and we returned to the lobby, I looked for the man with the blue eyes, knowing he would stand out from the rest of the students there. However, after searching for a good minute and a half, I gave up and figured that he'd either been in the wrong dorm, or he was already in his room. I wanted to see him again, to find out his name, his sexuality, his relationship status, and everything I could possibly know about him.

"Ready for your first night sleeping with your new roommates?" Guy asked, clad in a t-shirt and plaid pajama bottoms.

I chuckled. "Even if I wasn't, I don't think I'd have much of a choice!"

"Well, we could always throw you in the fountain!" Phil said, unable to keep a straight face. Will got into his bed and Guy squeezed in beside him.

"Jeez, sex already?" I teased. "You blokes just got together, at least wait a week!" Everyone laughed, including Will and Guy, though the blush on their face was evident.

That night I dreamt about the man with the dreamy blue eyes. I dreamt that he found me, and showed me what it's like to fall in love. He kissed me tenderly, and happily made love to me beautifully and with ease. I woke up in the middle of the night to see that my pajama bottoms were wet, and I felt ashamed that I'd had a wet dream at my age.

Quickly and quietly, I changed my bottoms took the sheets off my bed. I chuckled silently to myself at Will and Guy, who were snuggled together in the small bed. I didn't know where the extra bed sheets were, unfortunately, so I decided to grab an extra blanket from my bag and wait until the morning to find the extra sheets.

Early the next morning, I took the blankets to the dry clean, which I remembered Phil showing me on his little tour, and asked a student there if she could tell me where there were some extra sheets and blankets, and thanked her when she pointed me to the rack sitting across the room, with blankets, sheets, and pillows on it.

Quickly, I took them back to my room and remade my bed, all before the other guys in my dorm woke up.

Exhausted, I sighed, before grabbing my guitar and walking out to the lobby. There were only a few other students, and they were all studying or doing something quietly. For a moment, I thought that maybe I should find somewhere else to play or something else to do. However, a student gave me a reassuring nod when he saw me with my guitar, and I sat down.

I carefully took my guitar out of its case and took a deep breath. I strummed an A chord, and when no one looked up at me, I continued strumming.

When I play my guitar, it feels like the world slows down, and all that matters is the music.

I don't remember what I was playing, but when the man with the blue eyes stopped in front of me, I couldn't help but stop and look up at him.

"Did you come up with that riff yourself?" He asked me, his chilling blue eyes staring me down.

I stammered in reply.

He laughed. "Can you play it again?"

My eyes widened and I looked down at my guitar. Though I don't remember what I played, my fingers did, and repeated the riff with ease.

"I like it," he said, and sat on the arm of the lounge chair I was sitting in. "Please, play some more."

I blinked and without hesitation, let my fingers move up and down the neck of my guitar and grinned as I played a random sequence of chords, which didn't sound too bad together.

"You're really good!" He complimented as I put down the guitar.

I smiled and rubbed the back of my neck awkwardly, like Will had done the afternoon before. "Thanks," I said quietly.

The man smiled back. "I'm Chris. I believe we met yesterday?"

I felt the heat rise to my cheeks as I recalled our previous encounter. "Uh yeah, sorry about that. I wasn't paying attention and-"

He waved my apology away. "Don't worry about it. Besides, if you hadn't run into me, I never would've met you," he said, his blue eyes sparkling with joy. "I never caught your name," he said after a moment.

"Oh! My name is Jonny," I said. I stuck my hand out for him to shake and he looked at me, as if making sure I wasn't going to hurt him, before finally taking it.

"Nice to meet you, Jonny," he said with a smile, making me smile in reply.

"You too, Chris."

We looked at each other for a good minute before I broke the silence by asking him if he could play guitar, to which he nodded.

"I've always been a fan of music," he told me. "I grew up wanting to be part of a band."

I smiled. "I bet you and I would make a great band."

It was then that he grabbed my hand, and when I looked into his eyes, they were dancing wildly, drawing me to him. I intertwined my fingers with his and he smiled warmly at me. "Wanna go for a walk around campus?" He asked me.

I chuckled. "I barely know my away around!"

He laughed and his curls bounced happily on his head. "Me neither! Let's go get lost together, Jonny Boy!"

I grinned and took his hand. He skipped through the dorm hall and out to the campus, where he took me around the grassy patch and onto a path I didn't know existed.

"I thought you didn't know your way around!" I said, making him giggle.

"I don't! I always just take my car!" He smiled at me, making my heart skip a beat. "I do know this path, though. It's my favorite path on the whole campus." He didn't let go of my hand as we walked down the path, over a small bridge overlooking a pond, hidden by the trees.

He looked at me, a grin on his face. "This is your first year at Uni, isn't it?" I nodded. "Ah, man, I remember my first year," he said, making me wonder how old he was.

"What year are you?"

"This is only my second year, but I'm 20 now."

I nodded. "I'll be 20 in September."

He chuckled. "You don't look almost 20."

I blushed, anger bubbling in my stomach. I let go of his hand and began to walk away. "Well, if you're going to make fun of me-" I began.

Chris ran in front of me, stopping me. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean it offensively." I made a face at him and he smiled guiltily. God, he somehow keeps drawing me in, I thought.

"To be honest, I think you're adorable," he said, making me look up at him. This man? Calling me adorable? I blushed and desperately wanted him to kiss me.

"I'm sorry, I'm not very good at hiding my feelings," he admitted. "I thought I was straight until I met you," he said with a laugh.

I held back my smile. "You mean you... you like me?" I asked, making him blush.

"I guess you could say that."

He grabbed my hands again, forcing me to look him in the eyes. He was tall, but I was slightly taller, making it easy to lean into his kiss. He kissed me gently, and his lips were as soft as they looked, I discovered. Despite it being my first kiss, I didn't feel inexperienced when under his guidance. Chris made me feel something that I'd never felt before, and his touch comforted me.

When he pulled away, he looked at me with a gleam in his eye. "I guess you like me, too," he giggled.

I smiled and rubbed the stubble on his face. "I've never kissed anyone before," I admitted.

Chris laughed. "Really? The way you kissed me, it felt like you'd kissed a thousand others with even more passion."

I shook my head. "You're the only one."

He laughed again, his laugh ringing out into the trees, like a bell. "Well then I feel honored to be your first."

And hopefully my only, I thought.

We stood on the bridge of the secret path, holding hands and looking at the trees. "Do you want to be my boyfriend?" I asked him suddenly, surprised at my own confidence.

He looked at me, probably just as surprised as I was. Then, he smiled and kissed my cheek. "I'd love to, Jonny Boy!"

We spent the rest of the day together. He took me around the campus and we played music together in his dorm room, which wasn't too far away from mine. "If you were in a band, what would you name it?" I asked him.

He thought for a moment, before laughing. "Well whatever I'd come up with wouldn't be nearly as good of a name as Oasis or Arcade Fire," he decided with a chuckle. "What about you?"

"I think maybe Pectorals or Starfish."

He cracked up laughing. "Pectorals? Starfish?" He said, mocking the names I'd picked. "I don't mean to hurt your feelings, but those names are awful! Imagine the guy introducing us and being like 'Now introducing the world renowned: STARFISH!'"

I laughed. "Alright, yeah, that name is pretty bad," I said. Then, I realized he said "introduce us" instead of addressing me as an individual.

"Wait, did you say 'introduce us'?" I asked.

Chris blushed. "Yeah, I thought that maybe someday we could be in a band together."

I smiled. "I'd love to be in a band with you," I said.

He grinned. "All we need is a bass player and a drummer!" He said cheerfully.

I laughed and kissed his cheek. "I'll see what I can do," I promised.

When we were back in our dorms, Guy, Will, and Phil were all curious about Chris, or as Guy described him, "the weird guy with the blue eyes".

"We saw you hanging out in his room all day," Phil said with a smirk. "Do you fancy him?"

I blushed, making Guy laugh. "He totally does!" He said.

"Yeah, actually... we started going out today," I said.

"Hey, great work, mate!" Will said.

"Yeah, well done!" Guy said.

Phil smirked. "Two gay couples in two days? You blokes are gonna start a fad!" You teased.

I laughed. "Yeah, and you're next, Phil!"

The next morning, I woke up to Guy and Will strumming together. Guy, with a bass, and Will with an acoustic guitar.

"I didn't know you two played!" I said.

They blushed. "I've been playing bass since I was 13," Guy said.

I thought about Chris and how he wanted to start a band. We just needed a bass player... and a drummer.

"Hey Will, can you play drums?" I asked.

Will chuckled. "I don't know. I've never stepped behind one," he said.

I sighed. "What about you, Phil?"

He laughed. "I can barely play guitar, mate. Drumming is out of the question."

"Why do you ask?"

I blushed. "Chris wanted to start a band with me, but we still need a bassist and a drummer."

Guy shrugged. "I haven't met the weird blue-eyed guy yet, but I'll be your bassist, I guess."

I smiled. "Thanks, Guy. Do you guys want to come to a band rehearsal?" I asked.

We all agreed to set a band rehearsal for tomorrow afternoon, and even though we didn't have a drummer yet, we'd find one. It might be easier to find one if they had an idea of what they were going to sound like together, they thought.

I found a bassist :)

I texted Chris that night, as I laid in my bed. Guy and Will were sleeping together again, and Phil was snoring on the other side of the room. My mobile buzzed and I grabbed it, and smiling like a dork at his reply. He had started class that day, so we didn't have a chance to see each other that day.

that's great! i knew u could do it

Knowing that Chris was proud of me made me feel warm inside. Was this what love felt like? This warm, fuzzy feeling in my chest?

The following day, I could hardly wait for our small band to get together. I introduced Phil, Guy, and Will to Chris, and vice versa. "So, you're the weird blue-eyed guy that Jon is always talking about?" Guy asked, sort of rudely.

I grimaced, but Chris apparently didn't take it like that. He grabbed me and rubbed my hair hard with his knuckles, making me laugh. "Yep! I'm Jonny Boy's boyfriend!" He giggled.

Phil and Will smiled, but Guy seemed to not like Chris. Maybe it was his bubbly personality or his blue eyes that made you question the existence of life itself, but Guy didn't take well to my boyfriend.

"Shall we begin?" I suggested, and we all picked up our instruments, and began to play. Guy and I played in sync with each other well, him and I riffing off of each other. Chris just watched us, smiling as he watched my fingers.

After he watched us for a minute or two, he started singing, which I hadn't expected. He bellowed out his song, an interesting song that made me chuckle a few times as he sang.

When we all stopped, I laughed. "What do you call that?" I asked.

"Ode to Deodorant," he giggled.

Phil made a face. "It wasn't bad. Well, the lyrics were odd, but the music wasn't."

I laughed. "You're just saying that because you're our friend!" I teased.

"No, it was good!" He laughed.

Guy scoffed. "It was okay," he said. "But a drummer is definitely needed."

I sighed. "Yeah, for sure."

Chris smiled at Will. "Do you want to try?" He asked.

Will shrugged. "I guess it couldn't do any harm." So, he got behind the drum kit that was sitting on the stage of the University amphitheater.

"Alright, go again," Phil called out, and we all started on our instruments again. Even though Will didn't know what he was doing, he still managed to hit drums in the right combination to make for a great song.

When we were finished, Phil actually applauded. "That was fantastic! You guys could really become somebodies!"

Will laughed. "Thanks, mate."

Chris grabbed me and pulled me in for a hug from behind. I grabbed his arms and allowed him to keep me close to him.

He kissed the top of my head, and I guess Guy got annoyed, because he left with Will, not saying another word. Phil gave me a wink and left with them, leaving just me and Chris left in the amphitheater.

"I don't think Guy likes me very much," he said, and I turned around in his embrace to face him.

"I'm sure he'll come around. After all, how could anybody dislike you?" I asked him sweetly, before meeting his lips with my own.

We broke our kiss, but he reconnected our lips with a passion that I had never seen from him before. He ran his hands up my shirt and into my pants, where he stopped.

"Do you want me?" He asked gently. I considered the question. Did I want him as my boyfriend? Yes, more than anything. Did I want to have sex with him? I wasn't sure.

Then, seeing my hesitation, he pinched my butt, which, for some reason, turned me on. I gasped and put my head on his chest. "I want you, Chris," I whispered. "But I've never done this before."

He chuckled lightly and rubbed my back. "Did you want to wait?" He asked.

I held my breath and looked up at him. "I want to wait until you tell me that you love me."

Chris kissed me hard again, pushing me against the wall. "Then I love you, Jonny. I want you to be with me for the rest of our lives."

I gasped as Chris moved his hand down to my hard-on. "Tell me you love me, too, Jonny."

I moaned as he palmed me, before reaching for his shirt and grabbing on. "I do love you, Chris. I love you."

I managed to lift his shirt over his head and grabbed his bare chest. He lowered my trousers down to my ankles, and the rest of that night is history.

At least to me it is. It went down as the worst mistake of my life.

~Author's Note~
So this fanfiction could be a huge mistake and I might hate it but whatever I'm going to post it anyway.

The chapters are longer so that the fic will be shorter, so the time between updates will probably be longer.

It will also probably suck. Bear with me, though. There will be good parts, and some that will suck, but the story might turn out okay I don't know.

Thanks for reading, though! And I hope you enjoy!