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I'm Like a Lawyer with the Way I'm Always trying to Get you Off [Prologue]

[anonymous]

I apologize to OP for taking so GD long, but here's the Prologue- the next parts will be longer, I promise!

When Francis Bonnefoy first heard that the Freshman getting moved in with him due to overbooking in the First-year dorms, he was hesitant. When he heard his roommate was there on a hockey scholarship, he was shocked- a loud, rude, smelly, brainless jock, most likely. Or so, at least, he presumed- and griped about to his on-again, off-again boyfriend since before they knew what on-again, off-again was.

Imagine, however, his surprise (and inherent delight) when he found out his roommate was a cute little (though not so little, really- the boy was well over six feet tall) French-Canadian boy with the most adorable stutter and a well of politeness and good-will so deep it even surprised said boyfriend. His name was Matthew Williams, and Francis resolved- the instant Matthew greeted him at the dorm the evening after they'd finished moving in with hot chocolate and pains-au-chocolat from the bakery a few blocks away from campus and a soft-spoken 'bienvenue'- that no one, absolutely no one he didn't approve of was to be allowed to try and garner dear Matthew's affections. Which, he realized, after a few moments of speaking to him- would apparently not be very hard. The strawberry-blond confessed, after a few well-timed jibes and earnest-but-not-really quips, that he'd never had a girlfriend- or boyfriend (he'd confessed to liking both not long before) because well-- people just didn't notice Matthew. Not unless he was body-checking them into the plexiglass separating them from the stands. A wallflower by nature, though unintentionally, Matthew only made it that much easier for Francis to keep him from being accosted.

At least- he did until he managed, somehow, to garner the attention of one Ivan Braginski one afternoon during hockey practice.

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To say that Arthur Kirkland was disappointed was an understatement. He'd received a call from Francis as soon as he'd gone back to his own dorm to finish settling in, the Frenchman's gushing about how 'very sweet dear Matthieu' was ringing in his ears all the way up the stairs. Once he got to his floor, however, he'd had to promise to call Francis back, music blaring from one of the rooms making it near-impossible to hear. The closer he got to his door, however, the greater his trepidation became- that obnoxious racket (which he recognized as some popular American band or another) was coming from his room. His room, where his new roommate was supposed to be a Law student- and to be frank, when he'd pictured Law Student, he'd pictured vivaldi, a sweater-and-button-down shirt combo and a trust fund. What he got was unplugged headphones, a well-worn basketball jersey, and a southern drawl so slight, it was almost nonexistent. His name was Alfred F. Jones, and from the instant he was greeted (after turning down the music and asking what the sodding hell he was thinking) around a mouthful of McDonald's fries, he decided he needed to get this nuisance out of his life as quickly as humanly possible.

However much he caused Arthur to complain to his friends, however, he never did report the younger man to the RA- or to anyone really. And that was because despite his demeanor- and the sometimes outright cluelessness he could display (he'd had to get an atlas and inform the boy that yes, Egypt was in Africa) Alfred F. Jones was one Hell of a smooth talker. Arthur wasn't quite sure how, but all it took was a few smiles, a half-arsed apology that they both knew neither of them believed in, and bam!- he was acquiescing to whatever point Alfred had been trying to make or left whatever mischief well enough alone and was content to go on about his business. It was infuriating.

Then one night, Alfred came home from Debate and set to studying with such quiet focus that Arthur was momentarily worried. When he asked, Alfred replied with murder in his eyes and only one name on his lips. Apparently, Alfred did not take well to being one-upped.

Especially not by 'stupid commie bastards' named Ivan Braginski.

Re: I'm Like a Lawyer with the Way I'm Always trying to Get you Off [Prologue]

[anonymous]

OMG I MUST CONTINUE TO READ THIS.
I F-ING LOVE HIGH SCHOOL AUs
(I'm assuming this is Canada/America right...? I don't want to get my hopes up if it's not)