Forword
You can read this book without reading the first ones!
Alright, people! Guess who’s back with more chaos with a Lars spinoff? It’s been years since this disaster of a book series went public, and apparently, the readers liked it enough for me to rewrite the whole thing. So here we are again! upgraded, unfiltered, and probably even more inappropriate.
This story? It takes place six years after book two in the Stuck series, which means: yes, there will be spoilers. Yes, there will be drama. And yes, I still regret nothing.
I honestly can’t wait to see your reactions!
If you’re new here, welcome to the madness! Start with Stuck on an Island, then Stuck in Reality, before diving headfirst into this absolute mess of feelings and bad decisions. Or if you are here for a good BL story, you can start with this one.
Now buckle up! It’s Lars’ turn. And trust me... the poor guy’s about to get very stuck.
Lars POV
So, I’m nineteen now. Which apparently means it’s time to “find myself.” That’s why I’m spending a year at something called a Folk High School.
What kind of school is that, you ask? Honestly, I’m still not sure. From what I’ve gathered, it’s like Hogwarts... except there’s no magic, no grades, and absolutely no idea what anyone’s supposed to be learning. You just pick something you kinda like: music, drama, travel, photography, whatever, and then somehow it counts as education.
They even promise a trip abroad, which sounds great until you realize it’ll probably involve hiking, hostels, and way too much group bonding.
When I applied, I had to fill out this long personality form so they could “find the perfect roommate.” Yeah. Because that always works out. Nothing says perfect match like two random guys trapped in a ten-square-meter room, silently judging each other’s snack habits.
The school itself is huge. There’s a main building with classrooms, a cinema, a gaming room (thank God), and a cafeteria that feeds us three times a day whether we want it or not.
There’s even a swimming pool and a gym for the sporty types. The dorms are divided into three buildings, designated as West, North, and South. I ended up in one of them. Not sure which yet... I was too distracted by the fact that I’ll be sharing a room with a guy who might be a little too cute for my own good.
And since I already have a long-term girlfriend named Amanda, who follows me around like a human GPS and just wants to cuddle… well, let’s just say things are about to get complicated.
