Tory’s round eyes scan the passing scenery of dorm room doors and luggage. This is now the fourth? Fifth hallway he has been down? And yet is still as hopelessly lost as he was when he started. He may have been blessed with many skills, but a good sense of direction was not one of them. And his best friend’s complaints on the other side of the phone line are certainly not helping his cause.
”Mhm, where have I heard that before?” he mutters absentmindedly, reading every passing room number in hopes that the universe will cut him some slack have his room magically appear in front of him. He’s in the right building, that much was made clear by the excessively large letters above the main doors. The problem is the room numbering. It would probably make more sense to a kindergartner than it does to him.
”Tory, I’m serious! Everyone deserves a second chance, don't they?”
”And you deserve better” the small boy responds a bit more alert now, propping the box his cell phone is being balanced on with one knee. ”you can find someone better, Emily.” It feels like this argument has been used before way too many times, and it still fails to seep through the girl's brain. Tory figures he'll need to come up with something better because clearly, common sense doesn't do the trick.
"That's easy for you to say, you're prettier than half the girls on campus!" an automatic eyeroll takes over Tory's features as he makes a sharp left. That's not the first time he's heard that, and he knows all too well his friend is only using it as a way to divert his attention from the main issue. Which has nothing to do with him.
"I'm not-" coming to a sudden stop, all arguments are thrown out the window the moment he spots a familiar looking number. After checking the papers once, and then twice to make sure his tired mind isn't playing tricks on him, a sigh of relief emanates from the deepest part of his soul. His arms ache from holding up the heavy box of photography equipment and his body is running on less than three hours of sleep. If he would have had to keep searching, he wouldn't have made it much further."Oh thank god..." After saying his goodbyes, and assuring his friend that the conversation isn't over but merely on hold, he ends the call and drags his belongings inside.
A quick glance around the room is enough to tell him his roommate has already made himself at home. Not that it's surprising, at this point the boy might have started to think he'll be getting the room all to himself. After placing the heavy box on the unoccupied bed, the blonde takes a second to survey the room. It's not as small as he'd imagine it to be. There's a good amount of space around the room regardless of how crowded with furniture it is, and the large window between the beds gives them a nice view of the campus. It's also very clean, but that probably won't last for long. Tory would be lying if he said he wasn't nervous, but at least what he imagines to be the hardest part is now over.
Deciding to leave the unpacking for later, he turns for the bathroom, unexpectedly coming face to face with a figure. He's several inches taller, tanned skin and a sharp, handsome face. In other words, the complete opposite of Tory's looks. The latter smiles softly, ignoring the startled gasp that left his mouth. If he didn't feel small and frail before, well he certainly does now.