Prompt fill for a college, friends-to-lovers AU.
Author’s note: I would be remiss in not pointing out that this fic was inspired by scones-and-texting-and-murder's Practical Considerations (here on ao3). It’s a DeanCas fic but it is just so so SO good that everyone should read it, regardless of ships/fandoms. Honestly, just go read it now. I read it at least once every few weeks if not more. I have the whole thing almost memorized. It’s absolute perfection from beginning to end. Really, just go read that instead of this. My shitty terrible mess of an imitation can wait.
“So, what am I going to do Oliver?”
Oliver turns his head to look at Connor, who is still looking up at the stars. They’re spread out on an old blanket on their building’s roof, under the inky night sky. Connor’s got his arms pillowed under his head and Oliver’s resting his on a folded up jacket. They’d come up here to celebrate but their celebratory beers are still unopened by their feet near their phones, both of which are turned off. Connor’s was buzzing too much with congratulatory texts and Oliver didn’t have anyone he wanted to talk to at the moment, present company excluded of course.
Connor had gotten the big envelope from Middleton Law School today. Not the small, thanks but no thanks one. The big one. The Congratulations Mr. Walsh we are pleased inform you envelope.
Connor had gotten in.
Connor is going to go to law school three states away.
Oliver had known this was coming, of course. He’d known since that first week freshman year. They’d lived on the same floor and bonded quickly over the shared experience of having a terrible roommate. They’d been spread out on the floor of Oliver’s room, almost like they were now, and were having one of those deep, philosophical discussions that college freshmen love to have.
“I’m going to go to law school at Middleton Law School,” Connor had told him.
“Where’s Middleton?” Oliver had wanted to know.
“Never been. I always wanted to though,” Oliver had said and then asked, “Why there?”
Connor had let out a deep sigh. “My dad applied there when he was going to law school and got turned down.” Then, Connor had turned his head and his gaze was confident and sure as he met Oliver’s. “In four years, I’m going to get in to that school that turned him down and he is going to be my very first phone call.”
Four years later and that’s exactly what happens.