Oliver♡ Abel♡ Bells
Compared to Oliver, the male revealed to be Morgan seemed so easy going and cool, even though he did seem a bit put off by Oliver's fidgety and nervous behaviour. It felt like he was doing some wrong, he felt like apologizing for his behaviour, but even that seemed to be the wrong move. Oliver felt trapped, anything he did was the incorrect action. Oliver glanced over at Morgan a few times, examining his appearance more. His fair white skin, soft looking blonde hair, and feminine facial features made him look quite...Cute. Wait, what was Oliver thinking? He shook those thoughts and tried to convince himself they meant nothing. Even so, it was impossible to deny that Morgan didn't look a little cute, perhaps charming would be a better word. Oliver was thankful to have such a friendly individual as a roomate, he could've had much worse, that much was for certain. Morgan Kewell.. Oliver repeated the name in his head, he could've sworn he heard that name before. Perhaps it was just he word 'Kewell'? Maybe he read that word somewhere online, he didn't know, nor did he very much care. He realized he should probably introduce himself, but even something as simple as that seemed difficult. Formulating words into coherent sentences was difficult, and making it sound right was even more so. He kept his head lowered and facing the laptop screen, even though he didn't want Morgan to leave his sight, he felt uneasy without the stranger in his field of view. "Oliver Bells..." He replied quietly, he didn't want to come off as unfriendly or apathetic, but for some reason he couldn't help but speaking as if he was talking to a scolding parent.
No doubt he was out of his safe zone by now, he was in a whole new environment, a one that was much too lively for his liking, he hated being out of his element like this. "Sorry," At this, Oliver looked up a little bit, why was he apologizing? Did he blame himself for something? Suddenly Oliver felt quite bad, did he do something wrong? Knowing how his social interaction usually went, he probably did. He felt disheartened. He wanted to apologize for his own behaviour, and try to be more friendly, but he couldn't, it was as if something was holding him back, like a great weight that he was unable to overcome. He was simply reading small messages on his laptop, not paying any particular attention to them. How pathetic, he was really pretending to read? Even he found it sad, but it wasn't like he could just shut it down and talk with Morgan, what the hell would he say? The weather's pretty good, isn't it? This place is pretty fancy, right? You wanna' go to the cafe and grab a bite to eat? Do you want to go for a walk together? That last one gave off a vibe that Oliver didn't consent in good will. What were roomates supposed to do anyways? He would be inclined to ask some other students, but he dreaded social contact, it was marching towards doom itself.
"If I'm bothering you, just say so. How should I put this... you look busy...? So, yeah, if I'm getting in your way, just ignore me. I don't mind." A small childish frown appeared on Oliver's face. Getting in his way? Well, he couldn't ignore him very well if he was in the same room. Hell, he couldn't ignore him even if he was two rooms away. He couldn't simply ignore strangers living around him, it was unnerving, he couldn't anticipate what they would do, complete unknown variables. He didn't want to appear as if he wanted Morgan gone, he didn't, well he did, but he didn't! It was complicated. He didn't know whether he appreciated Morgan's presence or loathed it. Of course he would be much more comfortable living by himself, but it wasn't like he would hate living with others, as long as they were friendly and didn't interact with him too much. The problem was that Morgan and Oliver would be living in such a small area, interaction would almost be a constant. His mind told him to ignore Morgan, but he felt that was the wrong decision. He summoned up his courage and raised his head slightly so he was looking at Morgan's lower half, he couldn't handle eye contact at the moment. He pulled his legs closer to his body, "You're...You're not bothering me." His voice was once again quiet and sincere. He wanted to say more, but the the words didn't come, they were trapped inside, longing to escape but forever trapped, like a butterfly struggling against the strength of a spiderweb. Ahhh! What do is say?! What am I supposed to do?! He hadn't been in a situation like this in many many years, he was at a loss. He wanted to do something to seem like a more open person, he was perfectly open and extrovert alone, but he couldn't speak his mind around others, it drove him crazy.
█ ♞ ⊰ ωнσ αм ι ωιтн؟ :: Morgan Eris Kewell.
█ ♞ ⊰ ωнαт'ѕ ση му мιη∂؟ :: "I don't mind him. What am I supposed to say? Ahh! I feel like i'm an actor in a play that has no script!"
█ ♞ ⊰ συт σƒ ¢нєѕѕ-ριє¢єѕ :: Sorry for the delayed response, my sleep patterns have been messed up, I hope this pleases you!