Scarfs? Check. Medicine? Check. Special supply of chocolate heaven? Double check. If it wasn't for the amazing invention of checklist poor Sebastian would be completely lost. He'd gone over everything at least twice over in the last hour, making sure not a single item was being left behind. He was so forgetful sometimes, he had to go back and look over everything again. All of his personal belongings had been packed by hired help and now they were all ready to be transported to his new dorm. After being out of it for an entire year he needed time to bounce back before he went off to college. It may have been a year late, but it wasn't like he had any control over his near-death experience. There were some memories doctors said he would never get back, and others would take time to remember. He didn't try to dwell on the matter much because doing so always proved to be a physically painful experience. His parents had almost completely convinced him that they told him everything that mattered anyway. They did have more than enough pictures as proof, though they excluded people his parents would rather her never knew existed. So, he was off to higher learning. Always the diligent student, he was actually pretty excited about it—save for the fact that his annoying "fiance" was also attending the same university. His parents insisted it would help the two grow closer, and quite frankly, the thought took the taste out of his mouth. He wasn't opposed to falling in love, he definitely wanted to, but the whole arranged marriage ordeal was dreadful for him. In this day and age he wanted to be with someone of his own choosing, not someone his parents deemed appropriate. He had no intentions on marrying Alicia, but his parents constantly pushed the girl at him nonetheless.

"Call us as soon as you get settled in. Remember to take your medicine, oh, and please be nice to Alicia." Mrs. Lee spoke to her son like he was still five years old, but Sebastian didn't do anything but chuckle and give her a parting hug. He remembered better than anyone when to take his medication, lest he want to be plagued by those nasty headaches again. As for Alicia, he didn't like her, but it wasn't in his nature to treat anyone less than nice. "I'll visit soon." He smiled, and with that, was off to the airport. A little over two hours later he was in New York City traveling by limousine—his parents wouldn't have him travel in anything less—a folder in hand. It contained everything he needed, including the key to his dormitory. He scanned over the campus map knowing well it was going to take some time to memorize everything's location. It was a fairly large college with more than 30,000 students. It was a little intimidating, especially since he's already shy by nature. Upon arriving on campus Sebastian's eyes were practically glued to the window. He gawked at the different buildings as they passed by, the diverse student body, and overall grandeur of the school. "I think I'll like it here." He spoke hopefully, suddenly noticing the car had stopped. Here came the embarrassing part, getting weird looks from people when he stepped out of the limo. He would have much rather preferred to drive himself, but his parents insisted he didn't need to. He pulled the checkered scarf around his neck up higher, covering the lower half of his face. "Young master, the movers have transported most of your belongings already, would you like help with the remains?" The driver was referring to the one rolling suitcase Sebastian bought with him. "Uh, no I can handle this on my own, thank you." He waved as he made his way to his new place of residence.

The room was on the fourth floor and it was easy to spot where his room was because all of the boxes were neatly stacked outside the door. He sighed with relief once he exited the stairwell. That place was a death trap and proved to be a challenge for Sebastian. He tripped on almost every stair and was certain he'd find a way to knock himself out if he wasn't careful. "Thank goodness." He ran a hand through his auburn hair and huffed, standing in front of the door. He blinked, not making any move to open the door just yet. 'What will my roommate be like? I hope he's nice.' He felt himself growing shyer as he stood there and decided it'd be best to just dive in head first. He didn't mean that literally, but as soon as he unlocked the door and took a step inside, his foot tripped over nothing—as usual—and he found himself tumbling into the space before him. "Ow ow ow." If he was trying to make a good first impression, poor Sebastian was already off to a rough start.

"Come on, skinny love, just last a year..." Adrian brushed his hair out of his eyes as he sang along to his current favourite song, Skinny Love by Birdy. This certainly wasn't the genre of music he usually listened to, and Adrian would never admit liking the song if someone asked him, but the truth was that he absolutely loved it. He just saw so much of himself in it, and it helped that it mirrored his emotions on most days.

He pulled his car into the parking spot which he had found out earlier in the day was his. His car, a tiny black Smartcar Fortwo ED, was dwarfed by all of the other cars. Adrian wasn't the sort of guy to buy himself a big, flashy car, and instead just stuck with his tiny Smartcar. It had been fairly cheap for him to buy, and ran on electricity rather than gas, which saved him some money. Besides, it wasn't like he needed to impress anybody. The one man who he wanted to impress had been ripped away from him a long time ago.

Picking up the one bag he had brought with him, a small black suitcase, from the passenger seat of his car, Adrian climbed out of the small car. He made sure to lock the car, and then stuffed the keys in the pocket of his skinny jeans, beginning to walk towards the large dorm building. He had already moved most of his things into the dorm the previous day, so the black suitcase was all he had.

He arrived at his room just in time to see a male literally falling into the room. Instinctively reacting, Adrian's arm shot out, grabbing the other male on the shoulder to stop his fall. "Ar-are you okay?" he stuttered nervously, hoping the male wasn't hurt. Adrian hated to see people who were hurt.

Something about this male seemed oddly familiar. Adrian's heart almost stopped when he caught a glimpse of his face and realised why. It couldn't be. It just couldn't. His roommate was Sebastian. Sebastian, the love of his life, the man who had been so cruelly torn away. The one whose parents had said never wanted to see him again. The one who, supposedly, blamed him for the accident. The one who, supposedly, hated him.

"S-sebastian?"

So accustomed to falling and hurting himself, Sebastian had his eyes shut and was preparing for an unpleasant impact that never came. It wasn't until he opened his eyes did he realize someone had stopped his fall. He let out a sigh of relief and straightened up, quick to turn around and thank his savior. He beamed a wide smile to show his gratitude. "Thank you, I'm so clumsy sometimes. I thought I was a goner." He laughed lightly, but his friendly expression faltered when the male called him by his name. For a second he wondered if he had told him his name and simply forgot, but Sebastian was sure that he hadn't. He scratched his head in a brief moment of thought. He couldn't recall ever meeting him before, in fact, he hadn't met anyone at the school yet. He looked down and saw that the other had a suitcase in his hand and quickly put two and two together. "Oh! You must be my roommate." Always one to remember his manners, he held his hand out casually. "I'm Sebastian Lee, but I guess you already know that." Normally Sebastian was incredibly shy, especially upon first meeting someone new. He might not have been ready to tell his roommate all of his hopes and dreams, but he did feel somewhat relaxed around the other. It was strange, since he was absolutely sure they had never crossed paths before, but he did hope that meant they would be able to get along well.

Sebastian stepped in the room and out of the others ways, feeling a bit lost as to what he should do with all of the boxes. "I'm sorry about this. I live quite a ways away so I had my stuff shipped here early." He slipped his coat off and placed it on the bed he guessed was his side—considering it was completely bare—but opted to leave his scarf on. He was nervous about leaving home and being in a brand new place, and as always, his scarfs acted as a security blanket for him. Sebastian started unpacking his things, being extra careful not to trip and risk breaking anything of his or his roommate's. One of the first things he did was set a picture of his parents, Alicia, and himself on the desk. It was taken over the Summer when they went on a cruise around the Caribbean. He hadn't particularly enjoyed Alicia's company, but it was a nice trip overall and he couldn't help but grin while looking at the photo.

"Do you live far away?" He questioned briefly, he didn't want to seem antisocial but he also didn't want to ask anything that would make it seem like he was being nosy. Sebastian was always thinking about how others might react to the things he said before speaking, the last thing he wanted to do was get on his roommate's nerves by prying into his business.

Was this some sort of joke? Was Sebastian just pretending not to remember him so that they wouldn't have any awkward arguments or conversations? Did he think Adrian wouldn't forgive him if he realized that he loved Alicia, not Adrian? Of course Adrian would forgive him; he would forgive Sebastian for anything. So that couldn't be his reason for seeming to not recognize him.

Maybe... No, it couldn't be. Adrian's mind dented itself of the idea before it could even be thought out fully. Of course Sebastian hadn't actually lost his memory! Or, had he...? It certainly would make sense as to why it seemed Sebastian didn't recognize him. But, no, he couldn't have lost his memory. His parents would have at least mentioned to Adrian if that were the case, right?

"Oh. Um... I'm Adrian.. Adrian Kozlenkov," he said quietly, having been startled out of his thoughts by Sebastian's introduction. If Sebastian wanted to act like they were strangers - or, his mind nagged, if Sebastian really didn't recognize him - so be it. He would just treat Sebastian like a stranger as well, then. It was a simple enough task, so why did his heart ache so much at the concept of it?

"It's okay. If you need help unpacking, I'd be glad to help," he offered. Thankfully, he had already unpacked everything he had yesterday; all that remained was his small suitcase, which he could unpack in five minutes, not that he wanted to. After all, in it were pictures of him and Sebastian. Those pictures would only break his heart more now that he had the real Sebastian in front of him, the real Sebastian who seemed to have entirely forgotten him. "I also live quite a while a way, so I moved in yesterday because I wasn't sure how long it would take for me to transport my things. I have nothing to do fit now, so I'd be more than willing to help you unpack."

He set his suitcase on his bed, and then quickly walked outside, picking up one of the boxes and bringing it into the room, gently setting it on the floor. Adrian's arms ached in complaint; the heavy lifting he had done yesterday to bring everything he owned up to his dorm hadn't been very kind on his shoulders, arms, and back. Of course, he wasn't going to show that it was painful for him to help Sebastian bring his things into the room; if he knew anything about Sebastian, it was that he refused to let anyone help him if he realized it was hurting them. At least, that was how he had acted before the accident. Adrian wasn't so sure now.

His vision blurred slightly with sorrow and anger as he saw the picture. Adrian was not the person to hate someone, but he couldn't help but hate three of the people in the picture Sebastian had just taken out. Two of the people were older, they were Sebastian's parents. Adrian refused to forgive them for anything they had done, blaming the car accident on them. The third person was standing next to Sebastian, in a spot where Adrian knew he should have been standing. It was Alicia, Sebastian's fiancé, a woman who he believed had stolen his lover away from him. These were perhaps the only three people in his life that Adrian disliked, but one thing was for certain: he hated them with a vengeance.

"Fairly," he said in response to Sebastian's question. "Thankfully, there wasn't much traffic, and my car gets decent mileage and is electric, so it wasn't that bad of a drive. Well, I at least didn't have to pay for gas, so, considering this school is sucking all of my money out of my wallet, that's a good thing."

He nodded towards the picture, making a vague gesture with his hand to mean that it was the picture he was nodding towards. "Is that your family?" he asked, feigning curiosity. Of course, he knew the answer, but, from his experience with roommates, he knew that it would seem strange if he didn't ask. Besides, Adrian was a curious person. It was in his nature to always ask questions, even ones he already knew the answer to.