Drifting somewhere between consciousness and sleep, Sebastian remembered he was surrounded by a bunch of his things that needed to be unpacked. Never one to be unorganized, he forced himself to stay away long enough to situate his side of the room. Aside from being a bit of a neat freak he also didn't want to aggravate whoever his roommate was. His things had been in the process of being moved in for a while now and Sebastian didn't want to leave all of the boxes sitting there much longer. So he began opening the most important boxes first, ones with his clothes and other daily necessities. "Maybe I bought too many outfits." He frowned a bit while looking at the wardrobe which couldn't hold anymore clothes even if he folded them.
He took extra time to hang up all of his scarfs, his favorite ones getting a special spot hanging on the outside of the wardrobe. He stepped back and smiled at his minor accomplishment, even though he still had much more to do, his most prized possessions were proudly on display. Over the summer his parents took Alicia and himself on a cruise around the Caribbean. Aside from having the girl throwing herself at Sebastian every two seconds, it was a vacation he greatly enjoyed. They'd taken tons of pictures and he knew his mother was responsible for making sure he had every single one of them.
There was an obnoxious amount of pictures and Sebastian only picked one to put in a frame on his desk. It was one of him with his parents, plus Alicia, all smiling genuinely at the camera. He admired it for a moment before moving on to actually put sheets and a comforter on his bed. Anyone who knew him well would know the set consisted of his absolute favorite colors, everything was black, white, and blue. All of the pillows were black and white polka dots that matched the scarf he was currently wearing. "It actually looks livable now." The boy stepped back to admire his hard work, running a hand through his brown hair and taking a breath. An alarm on his phone startled him halfway to death and had him jumping at the noise. It was just a reminder that he needed to take his pills. He never could remember when to take them so it made sense to use an alarm. Putting everything aside he stopped to go and take his medication, happy knowing the headaches wouldn't be bothering him as long as he did.
"Oh the boxes!" They were all over the place, on his bed, taking up the floor space. Sebastian hurriedly broke them down and tried his best to take them to the trash on the first floor, once again nearly killing himself in the stairwell when he stumbled every two steps. It was a miracle he'd never broken anyβwith the exception of the accident a year ago. He was so clumsy, just walking on a flat surface could be deadly. "I'm so sorry!" He apologized when he bumped into one boy on his way back to the room, almost knocking them both down a flight of stairs. He was extra cautious the rest of the way back, determined not to fall, break, or accidentally set anything on fire. A sigh of relief passed his lips once he unlocked the door and plopped down on the bed. He was physically exhausted and felt his eyelids closing.
His nap, however long it lasted, ended when the door opened. It took his mind a second to register that there was another person in the room. He blinked and sat up quickly, pulling the scarf back down around his neck when he heard his name being called. It was obviously his roommate, but Sebastian wondered how he knew his name. "Um hi," he stood up, swaying a little from standing to fast. He steadied himself and held his hand out in a friendly gesture, a small smile pulling the corners of his plump lips up. "I'm Sebastian, but I guess you already know that." He laughed a little nervously, always being slightly awkward when meeting someone for the first time. "Sorry about all the boxes randomly showing up over the week." Looking at his roommate though, he felt strange. Sebastian felt like he was familiar, but almost instantly dismissed the feeling. He was sure he'd never seen him before in his life. 'I guess that isn't saying much since I lost my memory.' He thought absentmindedly.