GHOST

“Yeah. She’s pretty great. I couldn’t ask for a better girlfriend.” He smiled, thinking about Rowan. It was as if he couldn’t stop smiling when he thought the blonde. His mind snapped back to the blonde that was currently occupying his time, grinning. “Okay. Don’t judge me, okay? DeLorean’s are pretty much the coolest cars in my opinion. I mean, Back To The Future definitely helps, but they are just bad ass cars in general.” He laughed a bit, sipping his beer. “Are you judging me? Is our friendship ruined? Should I see myself out?” 

“Yeah. That’s me.” He didn’t know they were friends, but Rowan seemed to be pretty popular around Blackwell. It didn’t really surprise him. Boston tried to play it cool, leaning against the wall as he sipped at his beer. Tonight was definitely looking up. “Cool. I’d definitely like to have another audiophile around to listen with me.” He smiled over at the other male, feeling like he had made an actual friend. “Who’s your roommate? Yeah. Marco’s pretty awesome. Have you met him? He’s a really cool dude. I think you two would get along.” 

“I’m kind of weird when it comes to my music choice. Rowan is always making fun of me for it. She says I go out of my way to only like underground, lesser known stuff. It’s not my fault I don’t like Taylor Swift or Beyonce.” He couldn’t help but laugh at the though. “I have a vinyl collection. You should come by my place and check them out. I’ve got a lot of oldies, but also some alternative stuff.” Boston snapped the top off of his beer with ease, listening to his new friend talk. “Sometimes? You definitely have a lead on my rarely. I don’t mind. I needed to get out of that dorm, anyway. My roommate bailed on me. We were supposed to have a movie night, so I got stuck studying alone, anyway. This is a pretty good alternative, anyway. Thanks for having me over.”

“Alright, that’s enough outta you and the dirty president. Total boner kill and I don’t even have a boner but if I did, you and Barack killed it.” Chewing on the inside of her cheek, she narrowed her eyes as she thought back to what Parker had told her. “Last I heard, he was hanging out with Parker. I don’t think that’s boy trouble, per say.”

“Okay. I can’t control what dirty Mr. President does. I can only accept it an move on.” He couldn’t help but laugh at his girlfriend’s reaction as she went on. In his mind, anything that had to do with Parker was boy trouble. That was probably because the boy did nothing but cause him trouble. “Right. Wherever that boy is, I hope he’s being safe and having fun.” 

Boston listened to the music, glancing around the dorm. “Hey. You like Krill?” A smile played on his features as he gazed back at Patrick. “You have pretty good taste in music, Patrick.” His nerves were put at rest, hearing it was only beer. Boston wasn’t someone who could handle the hard stuff. In fact, he was a bit of a pussy when it came to drinking. Vodka, scotch, and whiskey were all off the table - unless they were mixed with something that tasted decent. “Um. I think I’ll stick to beer tonight. Thanks, man.” He grinned, taking the drink from the other male. “You’re pretty cool.”

“Wow, that was…quite the spectacle. — I was gonna offer sexual favors but honestly, now I’m scared Obama’s gonna be able to hear us.” She pet his chest lightly before settling back down into the pillows. “We have a horrible case of the missing roommates. At least you see yours.”

“Barack and Michelle are going to be listening in, hoping that the sweet sounds of our love making will put a little spark back into their marriage. That’s a classic Obama move.” He smiled, enjoying her touch as he stared over at the girl. “I barely see Marco. I wish I saw him more, but he’s been wrapped up in... boy troubles, I think.”

“I know, he’s like a walking marijuana plant. Yeah, my roommate’s never around so it gives me an excuse to come bug you.” She offered him a small smile before pulling him down for another kiss before pulling away, “So, Marco’s not gonna be back for a while, right?” 

“He’s friends with that bully guy, so I try not to associate with him. Good. I don’t mind being bugged. I prefer being bugged - by you - not the NSA. They can’t bug me...” He looks up at nothing, glancing around the room. “I KNOW YOU CAN HEAR ME, OBAMA!!” Boston laughed, looking back at the girl. “No. He went to the gym to get fit and lift heavy stuff and sweat.” 

“That sounds pretty awesome, honestly.” Boston didn’t think he was that wound up, but Patrick had taken note of just how tense he really was. Not wanting to seem like a stick in the mud, he accepted. Boston followed the blonde boy back into the dorm, looking around at the crowd of party-goers around him. The music was almost deafening. It was no wonder he couldn’t study with this just beyond his wall. “So, what are you drinking, anyway?” He tried not to sound like he was new to all of this, but had no idea where to start. 

“You deserve a big ego.” She mumbled, leaning over and giving him a few pecks on his cheek. “Nah, they’re both a little too high to really notice I’m gone. You shouldn’t, you have every right to sneak me away from people. Plus, I’m pretty sure I spend more time in this bed than my own, I like it.”

“I don’t really, but with you around, I’ll definitely have one.” He smiled, nuzzling her softly as he enjoyed the few kisses. Boston couldn’t wipe the grin off his face as they spoke. “Raf’s always high. I like it, too. Marco hasn’t been around much so it’s nice to have you around. Plus, who doesn’t love kisses?”

“You’re not weird, Boston. You’re great, you really, really are. Plus, I wouldn’t like you if you weren’t a little different.” Running her hand up along the nape of his neck, she let her thumb graze along his cheek for a few seconds, just watching up. For the first time in years, Rowan actually felt happy and at peace. And it was all because of Boston. “I wasn’t having that much fun anyways. I’d rather be with you.”

“You know... If you keep saying things like that, you’re going to give me a bit of an ego.” He smiled at the girl, feeling her hand along his neck. He could practically feel all of his stress melting away as he laid there with his girlfriend. It was perfect. “Aren’t they going to miss you when they realize you snuck off with me? I don’t feel bad.”