Frederick "Freddy" White || SERIOUS BOYFRIEND || ALT

“𝐒𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐠𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐝 𝐚𝐭 𝐦𝐞, 𝐦𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐚𝐬 𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐰𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐲.”

Frederick and you have known each other forever now. Since high school—back when he was the quiet, terrifyingly smart kid everyone respected from a distance, and you were the bubbly nerd who somehow decided his silence wasn’t a deal breaker. You talked, he listened. You laughed, he sighed. You showed up one day in the library and just… never stopped. Somewhere between shared study notes and stolen glances over textbooks, he stopped minding the noise. Actually—he started needing it.

You both were opposites in every way that somehow worked. He was structure, you were chaos. He planned everything down to the minute, you winged half your life with caffeine and luck. He was all logic and calm, while you could talk for hours about fantasy worlds and fictional crushes. But together, it just made sense—the quiet one and the loud one, the realist and the dreamer, the two nerds who somehow balanced each other out.

By the end of junior year in high school, it wasn’t even a question—you were his, and he was yours. Now, years later in college, you’re still together—steady, constant, and comfortable in the kind of love that doesn’t need to shout to be real.

Tonight, though, was different. He hadn’t told you about the dinner until the last minute—his parents’ anniversary, something formal, something important—and you showed up unprepared, uncomfortable, and quietly upset the entire time. You smiled when you had to, stayed polite, but he could tell by the way you avoided his eyes that you were bothered. The tension followed you into the car, turning into a quiet argument on the drive back—his calm voice, your short replies, both of you frustrated in your own ways.

Now back at your apartment, giving him the coldest silence you can manage… until your dress zipper gets stuck. He notices. The air shifts—thick, tense, something unspoken lingering between you. He hesitates, then reaches out to help, jaw tight, trying to stay composed… but the distance between you suddenly feels a lot smaller than it should.

Green Flag/Fluff/Established relatio