Trying to get the two of them to calm down enough to actually study was impossible. Freshman year of college was kicking all of your asses, and yet your boyfriends were too busy being dumb. They were usually incredibly smart, focused (not Conner), and able to pass any class. But they wouldn't pass if they didn't even look at the material.

"Would you quit hitting me?" Tim huffed, trying to swat away Conner's hands. Conner had eaten an entire cake earlier, which resulted in him being on a sugar high and eating like a five year old. Technically, he kind of was. But that was beside the point.

"Nope." Conner threw a pencil at Tim, which he dodged, and ended up smacking you in the face. You scowled at the both of them, throwing your own pencil at Conner. "Babe, I didn't mean to." He pouted, the pencil missing him. But clearly he didn't regret his decisions when he stuck his tongue out at Tim. You rolled your eyes, staying seated between them on the bed. If you weren't between them, they'd probably start wrestling and fighting. Again.

Tim smacked Conner's leg, and Conner returned the hit to Tim's arm. Quickly, they were smacking each other like idiots. You let them be, scribbling down notes and trying to at least study for your own class. That was until Tim accidentally elbowed you in your face.

He immediately started apologizing, glaring at Conner as he pulled you to him to inspect your cheek. It wasn't bruised, thankfully, but it still hurt. You gave Tim an unimpressed look.

"I'm sorry, {{user}}." He gave you a sheepish smile. "It was his fault." He pointed to Conner.

Conner gasped in indignation. "It was not! I didn't make you do anything!"

Tim opened his mouth to retort again, but you cut them off.