Hello guys! I'm sorry it took so long to publish this chapter. I got busy these past few days, and I had to do something else. I also want to inform you that there are certain chapters that will be published outside Wattpad because, you know, adult stuff. I want to keep this story a PG-13 in Wattpad, but since I know you want those stuff (loooool), I'll have to post it on my blog rather than here. I will let you know once those chapters are published on my blog so you can check it out.

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"We keep trying to talk about us. I'm someone you maybe might love. I'll be your quiet afternoon crush. Be your violent overnight rush. Make you crazy over my touch. But it's just a supercut of us." --Supercut, LORDE

When I wake up around 6 in the morning, Nero is missing. My eyes flutter, feeling the heaviness on my chest. I prop myself up, looking over to Nero's bed, hoping I would find him there, but I know that it's only my wishful thinking. I get up from my bed, feeling the weight of my body as if I'm carrying the world on my shoulders.

Stretching my arms out, few of my muscles crack in a satisfying way, my eyes catch sight of a polaroid sitting on my table. I pick it up, and a smile immediately tugs on my lips as I look at the polaroid of me sleeping. Beneath the picture, it says: My cute potato <3

"Nero, you son of a bitch," I mumble.

I put the polaroid in my drawer, get some clothes and a towel. My class won't start until 8, so I still have a few more hours to spare. I head to the communal bathroom and take a bath. Communal bathroom is not really my thing, but I don't have much of an option unless I switch to a more exclusive building dorm.

I stop dead in my tracks, remembering the thought that I had last night before I slept. I was thinking of moving about because being with Nero is going to be hard. And now, he's doing these things and making it even harder for me. Shaking my head and heaving up a big sigh, I begin walking towards the communal bathroom.

There aren't much people in the bathroom, and I'm glad they have cubicles here so I wouldn't have to get naked in front of these strangers. Also, I'm a gay kid; I'm always going to ogle at men who are naked or half-naked. That's not going to end well here, and I don't want to go to my first class with a black eye.

Pampering myself takes an hour because I make sure I'm well cleaned. That's why my parents paid a lot for water bills because, well, me. Most of the time, I shower twice or thrice a day.

The class is quite boring for today because there hasn't been much of a discussion, but Caleb is nice enough to keep me from company. While Mrs. Sanders babbles about making good films. I mean, the topic is quite interesting, but I just can't wrap my head at what she's saying. Even Caleb, who wants to be a director so bad, is tuning her out. He's been scribbling non-sense on his notes, doodling, and I think I might have noticed a few dick drawings there, but I don't care.

"Have you thought of a script?" Caleb whispers beside me, gently nudging me on the shoulder. I give him a dead stare, and he purses his lips, resisting the urge to laugh. This idiot knows he was with me last night so we could think more about our project. I shake my head at him. "All right, stupid question. When are you going to work on the script?"

"Would you like to work on it again later?"

"Sure, why not?"

"Cool. I'll go grab the others so they'd join us,"

When our free time comes in, Caleb talks to the students who are in the same group as us, and they agree to work on the project as soon as possible. There's a total of 7 members in the group, and a few of them seem like they haven't survived the early 2000s era where emo people ruled, listening to My Chemical Romance as they made lousy poses in front of the camera. I'm not judging, though.

Well, I did judge them, but it's only a little.

We head to Pi Café. The place isn't really jam-packed, but there's quite a lot of people. There are still some free empty seats, and Caleb immediately takes a sit on one of the seats before anyone can take it. The shop is small, so I'm glad that people are actually leaving rather than checking if there are still some seats left, and when they find nothing, they'd just in the middle like an idiot.

"What do you like?" Caleb asks me.

"Sandwich and, let me see, brewed coffee." I tell him. Caleb nods his head and goes to the counter. "And oh, 3 packets of sugar and 2 packets of cream! I'll pay."

"Got it. It's my treat."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes, now stay there!"

"Are you guys dating?" Helena, a girl with a dyed blue hair that matches her eyes, asks. She's one of the people haven't gotten out of the emo era. Her lower lip, near the edge, is pierced. "You're cute together."

"They must be," Kurt jumps in the conversation. Kurt is wearing a black and white stripe sweatshirt. His bangs are nearly covering his left eye, and there are rings pierced on his lower lip as well. "Hella cute, though."

"We're not," I laugh, shaking my head. I look over Kurt's shoulder, watching Caleb talk to the staff in the cashier, handing her some money and a few pennies. Our eyes meet, and he sticks his tongue out.

"Definitely dating," Helena chortles.

"No, we're not," I roll my eyes playfully, biting my bottom lip. "I just met that guy two days ago. How can we be dating? And how do you even know I'm gay? I don't know if he's gay. Caleb could be in relationship with someone."

"Come on, anyone would notice that Caleb is into you," Kurt inputs.

"He's quite a catch, Derek,"

"Here's your brewed coffee, 3 packets of sugar, and 2 packets of cream," Caleb swipes to his seat, grinning at me as he hands me my coffee. I wrap my fingers around the warm, paper cup and blow air on the coffee. "What are you guys talking about?"

"We're just talking about the project," I answer immediately.

"Riiiiight," Kurt grins.

The other three introduce themselves as Carla, Matthew, and Daryl. Coincidentally, they are from Minnesota so it's easier for them to click with each other. Although these three are quite shy, they can be pretty talky once they are comfortable enough. We work on our script, sharing a few details on how the story should be. We agree on it that it would be about two men falling in love with each other; they share ideas on what the flow should be, where a certain moment should be shot, and stuff like that. I'm actually enjoying talking to them, and it reminds me of the group I used to have in high school — the jocks, Ashton, Kaila, Gloss, Beau. I miss them.

A few moments later, a group of people enters the café and my eyes immediately find Nero. He's talking to John, his hands flying in the air. A brown-haired girl is wrapped around Nero's waist, and I suck in a breath, feeling the pang of pain hitting my chest.

They haven't noticed me yet, but before they do, I turn around and continue to work with my team about the project. Nero's group sits behind us. The brown-haired girl continues to touch Nero. Clearly, this girl is flirting. From the corner of my eyes, I see them walk up to the counter and talk to the staff.

Caleb nears me, his eyes clearly on his notebook as he scribbles a few notes on his notebook before putting the tip of his pen beneath his chin, looking outside through the window with a thoughtful look. He notices me staring, then gives me a wink. I roll my eyes at him playfully. Caleb pushes his notes to me, letting me see a draft of the story he wrote down. His writing is in a messy cursive, and I only get a few words such as plot, settings, conflicts but other than that, a small smiley drawing with a lot of hearts on the side.

We work on our little project for a few more minutes. Caleb shares his insight about we should introduce certain characters and not just put them in without having any background. I agree with him, jotting a few notes on my notebook before we call it a day.

"Now what we need to do is to find actors," Matthew says.

"Who could it be?" Carla asks, looking around the shop.

"Wait for me. I'll just go to the restroom." Daryl inputs, getting off his seat and practically running to the restroom.

We all stand up from our seats. As I go forward, someone accidentally bumps into me. I turn around as the girl yelps; it's the brown-haired girl that was flirting with Nero earlier. The girl looks at me and apologizes, bowing her head down. The coffee she's carrying only spilled a few. It landed on her shoes.

The girl excuses herself and takes a seat beside Nero, who is watching me with intense eyes. His arm is propped over the table, his fingers hooked on a mug handle. John notices me and calls my name.

"Hi, Derek! We didn't notice you there!" John chortles.

"Yeah, I didn't notice you guys as well." I respond, giving him a half smile. "Sorry, but I have to go. First day of class yesterday and we were already given a project. Better work on it and get it done as soon as possible, you know."

"All right, see you, Nero? Have something to say?" John nudges him.

"Hey, I've been thinking in the restroom," Daryl suddenly says. He cracks his neck to the side, making a pop sound. I flinch, feeling hurt for him. "About the actors, I mean. Why are we going to look elsewhere when we have Caleb and Derek? I personally think the roles suit them well, don't you think?"

"Hold up, hold up, hold up," I raise my hand up.

"Wait, you think the roles are for us?" Caleb asks, slinging his arm around my neck and pulling me closer. "Do we look like a couple? Do we have a chemistry? Derek, what do you think? It can't be that bad. And if kissing scene comes, don't worry, I brush my teeth."

I laugh, shaking my head. "Really? You brush your teeth? Because I can tell how bad your breath is right now." Of course, I'm lying.

"Oh really? Do you want to test it out right now? Do you want to kiss?"

"It's settled then. Caleb and Derek will be the actors." Kurt grins, clapping his hands rather loudly. A few people look at our direction, giving us a weird look, before going back to what they are doing. "If they are this comfortable to each other, then we wouldn't have any problem. Kissing scenes? No problem. Intimate scenes, hell yeah."

"Hold up, I don't think there's supposed to be intimate scenes." I raise a brow.

"Intimate scenes are just as important," Kurt says. We move to the side when a couple of students pass us by. "Come to think of it. We have to build tensions, and of course, for someone who is going through this stuff, of course, intimate scenes would bring out more emotions that are raw and honest, you know."

"It does make sense," Helena says.

"Just to be clear, we're not making porn here, right?" Caleb asks. I blush.

"Nope," Kurt pops his lips before grinning. "Although I wish we were. Just kidding, but no, really, it's just to add intensity, you know. And intimate scenes don't have to do with sex. No, God no, you'll see. Maybe it would just come naturally to you guys when you're doing certain scenes."

"Cool," Caleb chortles, grinning. "Come on, baby."

Rolling my eyes, I catch sight of Nero staring on his hands with a serious expression. His jaw is clenched, his body tensed. I begin to walk away, still looking at Nero, but he never lifts his eyes to meet mine. We exit Pi Café, leaving them behind. The group is still teasing how Caleb and I look cute together and throughout, I remain silent. I'm wondering how Nero is feeling right now.

From the looks of it, he looks really jealous. Am I jealous of the girl he's with right now, the one who openly flirted with him? I'm not. That's before. Back in high school, whenever girls would flirt with Nero, I'd get really jealous that I'd make the girls uncomfortable by glaring at them. Nero would just roll his eyes at me and would tell me to back off and it's none of my business.

It didn't really hurt that much, but I still felt jealous over the girls who would flaunt their tits and asses to Nero without feeling ashamed. Honestly, there were times I wished I was a girl just so Nero would give me the same attention. Thinking of it right now, I seemed like a fucking psycho and a desperate son of a bitch. But now, I think I've matured more.

There's an old part of Derek that's still me, but seeing Nero once again here, it made me realize that I need to be the best version of me. Old Derek had his fun, but my real life begins here. I'm finally doing the things that I really love, and having these people around me help me build myself up, remold my attitude.

I stay at Caleb's dorm for a couple of hours. He lends me a few clothes that I can use and decide that I should stay here. I also found out that he's living alone, and that his dorm is in an exclusive building dormitory. His place is neat. His things are properly organized. There are a few picture frames on his table. I can't spot a single dirt on his place. Caleb lies down on his bed, leaving me to stand, and laughs when he sees I'm not doing anything. He pats the bed beside him, grinning.

"Do you want it?" he asks. I furrow my brows in confusion, staring at him. He props his elbows and lifts himself up a bit, watching me closely. "I just want to make sure that you're okay with us being the actors for our project. I just agreed for myself, but didn't ask for your opinion, so I wanted to ask you now because if you're not comfortable, we can look for new actors."

I smile, shaking my head. It's so nice of Caleb to ask for my opinion about all of this. He's so nice to me as a friend, and I wonder how I can repay him back. Perhaps, I can treat him to a lunch or dinner.

"Thanks, but I'm okay with us being actors."

"Are you sure? Like, really sure?"

"I'm sure, Caleb,"

"All right, just making sure," he chuckles, running a hand through his hair. "Really, really, really sure? Like you're comfortable with me? Sure?" Laughing, I throw the nearest pillow at him and he dodges it, grinning. "Okay, cool. Just wanted to really make sure."

"Yeah, no worries, I'm okay with us."