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Half an hour, and 'Victor' - who would be his roommate, if Colton's words were anything to go by - had yet to show up. Having put all his belongings away neatly in the drawers and closet available to his half of the room, Adam considered the space left. If 'Victor', like Adam, wasn't too messy a person, he'd have a bit of space to install a few more things for himself, like maybe a bulletin board, or an extra lamp...
Bzzt. Bzzt. Adam spun on his heel, and nearly tripped over the foot of the bed, catching himself just in time after letting loose a series of curses. The screen of his phone, left on the desk, read Dad. Sighing, he picked it up - but it wasn't his father's baritone that greeted him.
"Adam! How's Waterford? You didn't call, and dad forgot to give me your new number, so I stole his phone. Why didn't you call me? You know my number. I haven't changed it in five years. I'm beginning to think you just don't want to talk to me."
He wasn't sure which was more annoying, at this point, but he held the phone a few inches away from his ear and let his younger sister talk rapidly down the line at him. "Ariel, breathe," he ordered. "I haven't called you because I've just settled in." That was a lie - he'd been here for a few hours at least, but he was none too eager to call home. "Of course I want to talk to you, I'm just busy. Does Dad know you have his phone? You know how he gets when he loses his stuff - or when he thinks he's lost his stuff. Call me from your phone next time. Waterford is okay, I'll send you a picture of my room."
After having answered Ariel's seemingly endless questions, Adam decided he'd entertained her for long enough. "Look, Ariel, I've got to go, okay? I'll talk to you soon." Ignoring her protests, he ended the call, tossing his phone onto the bed.
After a moment's consideration, Adam decided he'd succumb to the heat and take a cold shower. He hopped into the bathroom, nearly sighing in relief as the cool water beat down on his back. Outside, a high but unmistakably male voice sounded, and Adam thought he heard the room door click, so he tugged on a pair of pants and a shirt and opened the bathroom door, rubbing a towel through his hair.
The mop of blond hair that greeted him bobbed a few inches below eye level. Adam took a step back, lowering his eyes to see his roommate better. "Hey. I'm Adam. Adam Cocteau," he began, sticking a hand out awkwardly.