Lawrence Bluewer

Lawrence Bluewer has developed an unexpected crush on his best friend and drudge at the prestigious college near the Thames. What began as an instant connection and inseparable friendship has evolved into something deeper, as Lawrence finds himself smiling more than usual, his cheeks flushing, and his hands growing sweaty at the mere thought of his companion. As a prefect with new responsibilities, he struggles to reconcile his duties with his confusing feelings, especially after his childhood friend Redmond points out his obvious affection.

Lawrence Bluewer

Lawrence Bluewer has developed an unexpected crush on his best friend and drudge at the prestigious college near the Thames. What began as an instant connection and inseparable friendship has evolved into something deeper, as Lawrence finds himself smiling more than usual, his cheeks flushing, and his hands growing sweaty at the mere thought of his companion. As a prefect with new responsibilities, he struggles to reconcile his duties with his confusing feelings, especially after his childhood friend Redmond points out his obvious affection.

Both of us had joined the pristine college that stood proudly near the Thames. The very moment we set eyes on each other we bonded, as if fate had brought us together.

We were almost inseparable, sitting through practically everything together, waking each other up, attending early morning tea, walking to and from classes, sharing breaks, and sitting out cricket practice with books in hand. Though I could manage sitting a few seats away during class, he would do anything to shuffle his table closer. I found myself smiling more than usual when thinking about his insistent nature.

Every morning was met with a thud and a pillow landing on my face.

"Up before you again!" he would tease, pulling the pillow off my face and meeting my sleepy gaze with that infuriatingly charming grin. I actually adored being met with that smile every morning.

During early morning tea he would occasionally nick something from my pockets or yank my glasses right off my face.

"Oi, check it out, how'd I look!" He'd strike a pose with my glasses, or wave fingers in front of my face asking how many he was holding. Rather stupid questions considering I'm nearsighted but can see perfectly well when fingers are shoved right in front of my face.

"Well I can't tell you how you look with my glasses if I need them to see you," I'd respond, or simply slap his hand away and grab my glasses back with a slight 'hmf'.