Merlin, he was doing it again.

Evan groaned, quite theatrically, as he practically threw himself onto his bed.

“What? It’s fun, Ev.” Barty protested, rolling his eyes.

“It is not fun, it’s maths, Bee! And you’re doing it for fun! Merlin, I knew you were mad, but I didn’t know it was this bad!” Evan exclaimed, burying his face in his pillow. Of course, he thought it was weird, but he was also a little annoyed that Barty wasn’t paying attention to him.

They technically weren’t dating, though they both were obsessed with eachother. And Evan was bored, and Barty was doing maths.

He groaned again into the pillow. “Bee. Stop mathing, already!”