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01┋ No one 02┋ Dorm One 'B' 03┋ Content
Beep! Beep! Beep! A pale hand violently dropped on an alarm clock as a groan escaped pierced lips. The hand disappeared under the white sheets as someone shifted underneath. "...Leah! Oh-- Leah! Wake up!" A sing song voice echoed through the room. Another groan, and more shifting. "You'll be late for university!" the sing song voice added. In response, the body hidden under the covers burst up. A blond... human with red and pink streaks emerged from underneath the soft blankets. "Oh cra-- wait," The blond looked at the alarm clock it had slapped just a while earlier. The blond's face turned beat red, as if angry."Liar! It's only six in the morning! I have to be there by eight!" the blond--Leah, retorted loudly. Her brother, Ashton, shrugged his shoulders. The arguing continued. They went back and forth for about five minutes. Another one of her brothers, Aidan, entered the room just to tell them to shut up. Of course, all he got in response was more yelling before both Ashton and Adrian were thrown out. Within half an hour, Leah had finished preparing herself and headed down for breakfast. He brothers, Ashton and Adrian stared at her as if the argument never happened. Her other brothers, Theodore and Matthew, smiled as her cheerfully. Theodore picked up his keys. "Need a ride?" Leah shook her head almost immediately. Unhappy about this, Theodore stared at her with a questioning look. Leah looked thoughtful for a few seconds, attempting to read his expression. "I mean, I'm stealing your name. Wouldn't that be weird having two Theodore's in the same car that happen to look related? The only difference between us is the hair color and my piercings! I'd get cau--Hey!" Theodore had completely ignored her. He simply jammed two pieces of toast in her mouth and dragged her out of the house.

Cruising down the streets of New York City early in the morning with her older brother was a terrible idea. The people around her area knew both Theodore and Leah. If they'd overhear anything, things could get suspicious. Leah was starting to regret not wearing a wig, or dying her hair completely red. "Leah--" The blond glared at her brother. A few brown locks cover her brother's eyes, so it was slightly difficult to make eye contact. "...Theo, are you sure you're going to go through with this?" Leah nodded silently, not exactly showing any emotion. "Yeah, I will, and I do not have any plans to turn back. A dare is a dare. I agreed to do something and so I'm going to do it." she added, shrugging as if taking a risk of getting in trouble was like stealing Ashton's stashed sweets. Theodore stared at Leah in astonishment. She could tell what he was thinking. 'Was she really going to do this? It was just a stupid joke!' Leah was drop dead serious about sticking to the school. She was okay with getting caught and kicked out, but was still questioning about what would happen if she were to be interviewed. 'So, what did you do last year?' Sneak into an all boys school and get kicked out. When Leah returned to reality, she noted that Theodore was still skeptical. He grinned, making a violent left turn.

The car squealed as it turned and headed in another direction. Leah jumped in her seat, glaring at Theodore. His skeptical look had caught her off guard. Her red eyes had become daggers that pierced into her brother's head. "What was that for?! Are you trying to kill us?!" Leah eventually cracked a smile and chuckled. Her brother began to laugh, showing that he was joking around with her. She didn't think it was a good joke, actually, it was a terrible joke, but at least he was alive. He already knew where they were going. The two continued to chat, laughing and enjoying themselves before they arrived at her new school. Leah furrowed her brows, stepping out of the car silently and waving at her brother as he drove off. A low sigh escaped her lips as she cleared her throat, and headed towards the new school.

The inside of the building was gorgeous. It seemed almost like a five star hotel. It definitely seemed like what people have told her. It looked marvelous. Shaking her head violently, Leah walked over to the front desk, clearing her throat before checking herself in. The secretary gave her the keys to her dorm room and a map of the campus. The blond walked towards the elevators. As she reached the elevator she glanced at the map, already pressing the 'up' button. Dorms were on the second floor. The elevator door opened and Leah walked in, bringing the rest of her things into the crammed metal cage. She pressed the button to the second floor and began to go up. She looked back down as her keys. "Dorm One 'B'..."

The elevator doors opened. Leah dragged her things out of the elevator and looked around. There was the cafe and lounge, the kitchens, the nurse's office, and the dorms. She turned to the right and headed to the dorms, walking down the halls with silence. "'A'... 'B'... Here." She jammed the key that she was given into the door's lock and shoved it open. Modern, it wasn't too bad. Leah grabbed her bags and claimed the left side of the dorm room, placing them all on her bed. Leah pulled out a few posters of a few rock and metal bands and hung them up over her bed. She placed her laptop on her desk and placed a few family photographs at the corner of her desk. Within minutes, her side of the dorm room was decorated with electronics and posters. It was all she really needed. Students could buy their food in the cafe and borrow... books from the library. Her thoughts lead to her roommate. What if her roommate found out that his dorm mate was a chick named Leah? Would he report the school about it and get her kicked out of the school? Leah didn't know what could happen. Then again, she didn't really care, getting kicked out and all. It didn't bother her. Leah then thought of her roommate's personality. If the boy was annoying, or too quiet, he was going to get bored very easily. She had been around many happy-go-lucky, never-shutting-upping, annoying males. If he was what he was used to, he'd be no different from the many she had met. With her usual groan, Leah grabbed one of her small devices and pressed away, playing her games while waiting for her dorm mate to arrive.

Garret heard the door down the hall open and close. 'Must be one of the new neighbors.' He thought. He was laying in his bed, doing nothing in particular. He's been like that since he got there a few hours ago, after he set up all of his stuff, which includes his guitar, books (taking up an entire bookshelf, respectively), cooking set, small fan, Ipod, laptop, a board game set that contains several different games, and his fencing and kendo gear. Garret go up and walked over to the kitchen and started preparing his cooking gear. 'What should I make?' He thought to himself. He paused. He didn't know who it was, so he head no clue about any allergies or anything. "Hmm..." He kept thinking for a few more seconds before snapping his fingers and smiling. "There we go, easy fix." He continued preparing and, after about thirty minutes, made three types of cookies, chocolate chip, peanut butter, and pecan, came out of the oven. He didn't want to make to many, but certainly didn't want to make to little, so he made 36, enough for 12 people to get three each, or one of each kind. He wasn't aware of any allergies, so just in case he prepared each batch separately, avoiding contamination. He then carefully arranged each twelve cookies around their own plate per batch, then took one of each and folded each in a paper towel. He then walked over to the room that just got occupied and knocked.

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It took her time as she finally was aware where she exactly was. It was the place of her female boss. She began to remember why she was there... her hair. She couldn't explain her mother why she cut her hair, although she (her mother) knew that she loved them. It was hard to explain why she cut it... she couldn't really say the truth that she will disguise herself as a boy and sneak into an all- boys- school, could she? She couldn't let her mother know... it just make her insane of worry. So she decided to give her a vague explanation, telling her it was because of her dream being a future actress, she had to be away from the family for some long time. She sighed, scratching her head. It was more lighter then usual. She faintly smiled. It seems it had a positive side to it too, cutting her precious hair.

She looked around. Yes, she finished packing her things. Good. What lack was... her glance catched the bandana, the fake piercing, the purple glasses and some boy clothes above a table not far away from the bed. It was time to prepare herself. She got up, briefly showered. This will be the last time she showered without worries..., she could already imagine how difficult it will be to keep it a secret that she is a girl. But she had to. For her dream being an actress, she had to. Although she actually didn't understand what the purpose was.

Finishing the last preperation and regard herself proudly, expecially happy putting on the fake piercing and make sure it couldn't be pulled off easily, she grabbed a bubble gum and took one out. It wasn't good to eat one before the breakfast, but she was so nervous that she couldn't help but chewing one.

"Good morning, Mallar. Looking good." Her boss in the industry grinned at her gleeful. But although she showed herself like that, she was surprised how good she looked in the boy clothes that she herself provide from a very good designer, one of her many friends. Because if she wanted to go to that Academy, the clothes has to have class. The boss was very aware of that. "Already chewing a bubble gum? Come, eat first. Then I'll drop you in front of your new Academy." She just nodded obediently.

Her chewing sounds were getting louder and louder as they were nearing their destination. But her other parts of body remain silent, was tried to calm herself down, enjoying the music that were coming out of the radio. They finally arrived. The car stopped in front of the huge entrance. Such a big house... Evee never saw such a big house ever. She was surprised and looked to her boss who was driving the car. "Who is going to pay my stay?" She asked cocerned and frowned. "Haha, like always, money comes first, hmm? Don't worry about such little things and try to enjoy your stay, will you? It will make the one who spend their money for you happy too."

Enjoy? How could she enjoy things if she is surrounded by many man who she couldn't trust? But she said yes as an answer and now she was standing in front of the huge building, dragging her suitcase with her, a bit lost what to do next. Then she finally took a long breath and entered the beautiful (and expensive) hall. Lost, where to go next and didn't saw anyone she could ask, she put out a small paper. Dorm Two 'A'. After going around asking and getting her key, she found her doorm in the second floor, finally. She was a bit shocked at first that she would share a room with another one... a guy. It seems to be more difficult to hide her gender. She felt a bit heavy... but her face was still calm, busy chewing a bubble gum. The third one already for today. Yes, her nervousness was not as usual.

She stopped in front of the huge door which seem to be the Dorm Two 'A' she was looking for. She just hoped... she just hoped... that she was the first one to enter. And with that in mind, she opened the door with the key and found the room still empty. She sighed, relieved and closed the door behind her again. It was time to unpack her things and put it everything inside the places they belong to.

The furniture... the atmosphere... everything was so different. Even the scent. Strange. She never was gone from her house, now going out of her house for the first time (not including the night at her boss house) she had to sleep in an all- boys- academy? She shook of her thoughts, her worries. She just had to not getting caught. Yes, that was her first priority being here. Somehow, she was pumped up at the challenge. She tried a smile and then finally she put in every single clothes inside the wardrobe, putting out the things she needed for school on the desk on her side of the room, away from the given window and the other things she hide inside her suitcase, pushing it beneath her new bed, slumped herself on it and stared on the ceiling. But it didn't took long as she took out a small handphone from the entertainment industry and played a song from it, randomly choosing one. The fate chose 'If I were a Boy' from Beyonce and she closed her eyes.

She is a boy. She calls herself Mallar Xaevos, from a rich family that is far away from here. Yes, play your role Evee. That is something you can the best right? She chewed her bubble gum, the forth one for today and was ready for someone to come in, her roommate to come in and act as normal as possible. Acting as a boy. Something that she never tried before. Indeed, she was very excited, but still was nervous. The music played, she layed on the bed and countless time she glanced to the door. Normal. Act normal. That's her objective for today.

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[Q U E L L E ]

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Haru woke up to the sound of his phone buzzing, since he didn't have any alarm clock but that. He grumbled and reached his hand out, grabbing the phone, and staring at the time. It was about time he got up and changed, or he'd be late, but he ignored that, cherishing his sleep more, and put it back down and turning off the alarm clock. But a moment later, his senses came back to him as he jolted up and literally almost screamed, "Mom! Why didn't you wake me up!"

The woman in the door way only stared at him before sighing and shaking her head, telling him that breakfast was downstairs. That was the one thing that motivated him; food. Although he wasn't the best at cooking himself, he had a great love for food. Perhaps that's all that made him kick the sheets of his bed and quickly change.

Afterwards, he rushed downstairs, finding his dad sleeping on the couch, a book placed over his face as he snored, his mother cooking in the kitchen, or finishing her cooking, and then her older brother getting ready to go to work. His sister was already married and lived with her husband, so the family didn't see her too often. Haru got used to it all though. He took a seat at the table, and began to eat like there was no tomorrow. It was surprising he wasn't over weight and didn't look too bad, despite the amount of food he ate and how much he didn't (and couldn't) run it off.

"So, you're really going to take place in this all boys school?" He heard his mother ask as she walked over to the couch and flicked her husband's forehead, the lazy man slowly waking up with an obnoxious yawn, just as annoying as his snores.

"You're the one that put me there in the first place!" Haru complained, taking a large gulp of water and running back upstairs to pack his stuff, seeing how he completely forgot. After grabbing his bag, which wasn't very large really, he went back downstairs, finishing his food up, and speaking at the same time, "You can't just back out like that! I'm stuck in there now!"

"And never get a girlfriend..." His older brother smirked at him before Haru tossed a wrinkled up napkin at him as he rushed out the door for his work, laughing at his younger brother with little pity for him.

"Need a ride, son?" Haru's father asked with a yawn, scratching his head as he got a lecture from his wife, which he ignored since he only focused on his son.

Haru nodded after putting his dishes in the sink and putting on his socks and shoes with a piece of bread in his mouth, since he over ate more than the usual person. He said his quick goodbyes to his mother, and not his brother since he was still annoyed at him, and got in the car with his dad, who actually took a while to drive to the school since he was still half asleep and didn't know the directions. It was probably best to have just walked instead of drive.

Haru was dropped off at the front of the school. With only seeing elementary/middle schools and small high schools, plus staying a whole two years in his room, seeing this large university took him by surprise. He gasped at this, almost dropping the new sweet bread he stole from the kitchen, and was a bit frightened by the size of it, but shook his head, telling himself to calm down, or he'd look like the idiot he never knew he was.

Haru already knew the dorm he was assigned to; One B. He had written this, at least, all out and knew where to go, so he headed there, walking through the large rooms that looked fancy before he finally ended up at the right room. This made him wonder, who was his roommate going to be. Hopefully not some homosexual person, not that he had someone against them, just that he wasn't interested in having a gay admirer. At the thought of this, he gulped nervously, but took a deep breath, and told himself that it didn't matter anyways.

Like he would at his own house, Haru burst through the door and said in a cheerful manner, "Good morning dear roommate!"

He looked around the room, which still look pretty fancy in his opinion, and saw a blonde haired guy with a bunch of piercings. At first, he was a bit intimidated, slightly afraid of people who looked quite rebellious, but then he noticed that his roommate was playing a game, "Hey isn't that..." He trailed off slowly as he got lost in the thought of the game.

A moment later, the blue haired young man got out of his phase and held out his hand with a wide grin, as always, "Eh, nice to meet you! The name's Haru, guess we'll be staying together huh?"

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_____::Alias | Dataro Nagano::
_____::"I don't want to go."::
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The young woman was eerily quiet throughout the car ride. The ride had seemed to stretch on for an eternity, it seemed, in the silence. Her parents, too, had long since fallen quiet. However deafening it was, the silence was absolutely necessary to maintain the peace in the car. For the parents had sensed their oldest child's mood. It was one of anxiety, of absolute fright, and yet, there was hope in there, too. The overall atmosphere in the vehicle was nearly crackling with tension because of this, of course. Despite this, though, it would have been safe to say that the parents were actually in quite a good mood at that moment. They were happy for their daughter, more so than even she would ever be able to understand. They had the highest of hopes for her, and a good feeling that this school was the one that would help her succeed. But they were also feeling a twinge of fear also, something they could not help. And how could they not, after she had been kicked out of or rejected from all of the others? They knew that their daughter was at least a little bit uncomfortable (they had no idea) with having to take such drastic measures, but her parents were certain that this was the only route to take. They didn't bust their behinds to come to this country so that their daughter could be overlooked or cast aside, after all. All the more reason for this school to prove to be The One.

The only one in the car who was not silent was also the youngest: Kentaro, who had just turned a whopping eight years old. And what a shame it was that he wasn't hushed like his parents and sister, because he was starting to disturb the peace of the close-knit vehicle. He was not happy at all about his sister going away, and he made sure that everyone knew it. He sat in the back seat, arms crossed and constantly complaining. The volume of his voice seemed to grow the closer they drew to their destination, which certainly didn't help matters. And when they actually reached the school? Well...

Damara slipped from the car as fast as she could, closing the door behind her in all swiftness so as to prevent her brother's wailing from being heard by the rest of the world. She moved around back and opened the trunk to get her other items, and over her brother's crying, she heard her father ask if she wanted help moving in at all, using her alias name for the first time in his inquiry. She shook her head as she pulled the wheeled suitcase from the vehicle and closed the door, damn near slamming it in her nervous state. She wheeled it onto the sidewalk, messenger bag hanging from one shoulder. Damara did not look back. Goodbyes had been said at home, and they had been brief; this was out of habit, because, well, everyone had just subconsciously assumed that she would not be gone for long.

She entered the building, knuckles white from gripping her suitcase handle so hard. Damara had probably never been this nervous in her entire life. She was shaking, her teeth were chattering and everything. This had been a very bad idea. She did not want to be there, she decided as she cautiously approached the front desk. As she stated her name and other information, voice tight with anxiety, Damara decided that she did not like her alias, "Dataro", either. As she slowly found her way to her dorm room's location- One A- she decided that it probably would have been a better idea to find another school, one where it wouldn't have mattered that she was a girl. Here, she would have to assume a different identity altogether. She would have to be a boy, and she had a feeling that that task, though necessary, would be much more difficult than it sounded. Vaguely, she registered that she had to use the Little Girls' Room. When she remembered that there was no "Little Girls' Room", and there never would be, she visibly cringed. The more she thought about having to live here to receive the rest of her education, the more Damara wanted out of this sorry deal.

She reached her room, and she pursed her lips as she came to a halt in front of it. This was where she was going to reside for the foreseeable future. Her hand shook as she unlocked the door with the key she'd been given at the desk (it took several tries for her to get it in the blasted hole). Damara took a deep breath, turned the knob, and pushed open the door.

The first thing she noticed was the other human being that occupied the room, which had probably been for the best. If she'd seen him at the last minute or something, she probably would have reacted with surprise rather than pure anxiousness. Teeth gritted and face pale in apprehension, Damara unconsciously gripped her messenger bag and clutched it to her chest, as though it were some sort of shield. Warily, she looked the person over. He was blonde-haired, and altogether looked like a pretty decent person. He had a laptop out, and Damara could hear little sound effects coming from his headphones. The question: how to go about this encounter? Damara scanned her mind for ideas. She could pretend not to speak English! No, that was stupid. She could pretend to have some sort of disease! Also stupid. She could... She could make friends with this person?

...Not so stupid.

This is your chance! she yelled at herself. Speak! There was no way she was passing up this opportunity to make a friend, terrifying as the whole situation was.

"He-Hello," she stammered quietly. "My name is Da-" Damara stopped herself just in time to remember that she had an alias. "My name is Dataro. W-What's yours?"

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_____::"Hey."::
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Hunter Davis was pissed off. But then again, this was hardly anything new for him. Anger was normal. Anger was him, for the most part, and most people didn't seem to realize that, if there was nothing he could do to change that fact, than there sure as hell wasn't anything they could do about it. He would've guessed that his parents of all people, though, would have been an exception. Wrong. If they hadn't figured out after nineteen years that the best thing they could've done for his condition was nothing, then they probably never would.

He fumed the whole way to the school. He would've driven himself, but he'd recently had his license revoked on account of his road rage. He'd rear-ended this one guy for going so damn slow, and that had been all she wrote. Needless to say, his parents had been very, very displeased with him. Hunter Davis was, too. His license had gotten taken away. Of course he was mad! But he didn't see why they had to be so peeved. It wasn't them that lost their license. Parents just didn't understand much of anything, it seemed.

As they drove, Hunter Davis was finding it very difficult not to just show his parents how angry he was. He would have, except he hadn't taken his medicine that morning like he said he did (yeah... he never actually took it anymore), and he currently had to act like he had taken the foul stuff. Otherwise, he was pretty sure he would've busted a window to pieces about twenty minutes ago. His parents didn't seem to notice his inner struggle to keep from flipping out, and that was alright with him.

When his father pulled the car up to the school, Hunter Davis was out of the car, suitcase gripped by the handle and all, before the tires had completely stopped moving. He didn't want to say goodbye to them, and this was something he'd decided when he found out he was going. They could sit there in that damn car waiting for him to turn around all they wanted to, but he wouldn't do it. Why? Well, he'd never admit it, but saying goodbye to his parents always got him so... so emotional. He hated it. It made him look like a baby and he hated it. He was a man, damn it! Men didn't cry because they were being separated from their parents. Girls did that. Men didn't. Knowing my luck, he thought ruefully as he entered the impressive building, I'll be back home by the end of the goddam week.

After receiving his room key and map from the front desk, Hunter Davis found that his dorm number brought back some memories. He'd gone to a boarding school once, during his freshman year of high school, and he'd gotten dorm A-2, similar to the number he had now. Hunter Davis narrowed his eyes. He remembered that school. He'd broken his roommate's nose after only a month. Good times.

He didn't come to a complete stop at the door to his room. Rather, he inserted the key, turned it, and pushed open the door so fluidly that he didn't have to stop walking, which was a good thing. Petty things like stopping to unlock doors bothered him. Bothering Hunter Davis was never really a good thing. Especially if you were a fragile little door.

Upon entering, the first thing he did was toss his suitcase on the empty bed. The second thing he did was notice that there was another bed. The third thing he did was notice that there was a person on this other bed. His roommate. The guy looked pretty easy-going. A little skinny, sure, but all-in-all decent. Hunter Davis shoved his hands in his pockets and looked at the boy for a few moments before speaking.

"Hey," he said a bit loudly, wanting to make sure he was heard. "'Sup? Name's Hunter Davis. The hell are you?" He mentally winced once he processed what he'd just said. Oh well. He could have (and has in the past) said much, much worse.

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01┋ Haru and some other guy 02┋ Dorm One 'B' 03┋ Content
Bing! Bing! Bing! You won! Leah pressed away on her petite device. "Yes!" She found herself fist pumping as she stood on her bed. Immediately plopping back down, he continued playing her game. She watched the game carefully, taking in each detail and possible trap. As she was analyzing the game, she heard someone knock. Was it her room mate? She didn't bother checking, her room mate had a key. He would be an idiot if he had forgotten it, or lost it before even making it to the dorms. Besides, the door was unlocked anyway, so he could have just opened the door. Leah quietly ignored it, returning to being absorbed by her video game. She didn't hear much movement from behind the door. She heard footsteps, once again dismissing them. Just then, the door burst open, catching Leah by surprise as she looked up from her game screen. A brunette standing at the entrance with a tray of cookies, and a blue haired male charging into the room. "Good morning dear roommate!"

Leah stared at him, he was like the same outgoing guys she had hung out with her entire life. Leah stared at him with an unreadable expression. It was a mixture between boredom, surprise, and exhaustion. She didn't say a word. The blond hadn't exactly planned her responses and how she would act. Instead of playing her typical mean approach, often used to get people to back off, she waved as a grin plastered her face. He was amusing so far. Majority of those she hung out with had barely amused her. After a week of listening to them blab away about themselves, she'd completely ditch them. She'd give him the benefit of the doubt, and definitely hoped that he wouldn't be the same. It would be far too uncomfortable if they were to simply hang out across from each other and not say a word."Eh, nice to meet you! The name's Haru, guess we'll be staying together huh?" the boy smiled cheerfully. Leah pushed herself off of her bed, leaving her game on as the sounds continued. She took his hand, shaking it firmly."The name's L-- Theodore. Pleasure to meet you." The blond cheerfully smiled. She noted his blue hair. It was something she hadn't seen in a while. Most of the people didn't dye their whole head a color outside of the natural hair colors. She grinned at the sight of it. Though he didn't seem like one, she felt as if he was one of her own family members. Ashton had dyed his blond hair completely black, and Adrian dyed his brown hair red. That was wear Leah got the idea of dying parts of her own hair red and pink. As she stared at his hair, she couldn't help but let words escape her lips. "Cool."

Leah flinched at her own words. She didn't know the kid, and didn't know how he would react. Kid? He looked like a teenager, though it'd be unlikely if he was going to university. Did he skip a grade or two? She also doubted that. Though she'd never say it, he didn't look like someone who could skip a grade with ease. Attempting to be nonchalant as possible, she let go of Haru's hand and grinned. "Let's get along, yeah?" Leah didn't wait for a response. She quickly turned on her heel and waved at the brunette, who had yet to even enter the room. "Yo. What's up?" the blond stated with a friendly grin. He was... tall. There wasn't much to say about him. He looked like a typical guy that she would see everyday. He seemed mature and polite. Pretty proper, judging by his posture. She jammed her hands into her pockets. The room only had two beds, so she highly doubted that he was her room mate. Perhaps he's a neighbor? Was he the guy that was knocking on her door? Probably. "Can we help you?" She remembered that Haru had completely dismissed the gentleman, as if he didn't notice him until now. Did he notice the guy? The blond stared at the brunette curiously. "The name's Theodore, and yours?"

"Uh, yeah. I just thought I'd hand out some cookies for everyone, seems I made to much for me and my room mate..." Garret said. 'He almost said something else...' He noted. 'something that starts with L... Not my business.' Garret smiled. "My name is Garret, I'm going to be in room one C from now on." Garret handed Theodore one of each type of cookie, chocolate chip, peanut butter, and pecan, before handing the same amount to Haru, shaking their hand after handing over the cookies. Garret also took this chance to peek at their stuff. On the left side was a bunch of rock posters, a bunch of luggage, a laptop, and a handheld game system lying on the bed. The right side of the room, Haru's side, wasn't unpacked yet. 'Normal enough.' Garret thought to himself, but something was bugging him. Something that made it worse was that he really couldn't pin it down, so it could be anything really, from the cookies in his hand to the ceiling. "If you need anything, you know where to find me." Garret said goodbye as he backed out and closed the door behind him. There was quite a bit of activity going on in the other rooms. They seemed focused on what they were doing, so Garret decided to go back to his room and wait for his room mate... Where ever the hell he was...

This one should be a bit longer than my last... >~<

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The blonde young man in front of Haru had shaken his hand, and it made him feel relieved once he introduced himself, "The name's L-- Theodore. Pleasure to meet you."

For some reason, Theodore seemed hesitant to say his name. Was there something wrong? Haru seemed to have looked further than most people and wondered if he had gotten mixed up with a girl's name, 'Probably his girlfriend or something...' He thought with slight jealousy, if that were really true.

But instead of showing this jealousy, Haru kept that same smile and on his face, wanting to make a rather good first impression, or an average one at the very least, and he said, "Nice to meet you, Theodore!"

For a while, Haru didn't notice he was being stared at, only paying attention to the other person near the door that he seemed to have passed by without any mention. It was only a second later when he noticed his roommate was staring at him. No... not at him, but at his hair, 'Ah, it kind of does look weird, doesn't it...'

Just for a mere second, he seemed to have put on a sort of frustrated or saddened expression, thinking that his roommate would be like most people he encountered who judged him from his hair. People usually made fun of him or pushed him around because of his odd hair color. Some people thought he was an insane teenager (since he looked so young) who dyed his hair just to be rebellious or something. But he actually dyed his hair for those reasons, just that no one really knew, 'Nah... no one knows other than my family. Whatever. Let him think what he wants...' Haru let off a small sigh from his mouth, but that quickly changed when he heard Theodore say something else.

"Cool."

This took Haru by a sudden surprise as he wondered if he really thought that. He was so surprised he remained speechless for a while, hoping not to look weird or anything of that sort, so he quickly snapped out of it and, thinking that Theodore was referring to his hair, grinned and said, "You like it? Thanks anyways! First person outside my family to like it really, I appreciate it!"

"Let's get along, yeah?"

"Of course! Wouldn't be very awesome to be staying with a dull roommate, isn't that right?" Haru asked with a laugh, recalling one time where he had to share a room with his older brother because of a spider outbreak in his own room, being too afraid to sleep there as a child. It wasn't exactly the best experience since his brother only had one bed, and it was impossible to fit. Not to mention the two didn't get along too well because of the five year difference between them. He didn't want to redo the same event with his new roommate, but so far, Haru was actually a bit fond of him.

"My name is Garret, I'm going to be in room one C from now on."

"Ah, so you're one of our neighbors then! I'm Haru, by the way, pleasure to meet ya!" Haru said. So far, he was actually quite enjoying his stay, even though it's only been a simple few minutes. The thought of an all boys school upset him at first, but he never really had real friends, despite him not noticing this. Maybe it was his chance for once, after staying cooped up in his room for such a long time.

He was then handed a stash of cookies. Obviously, Haru was a bit of a repulsive eater, and most times when he was at home, if he was given food, especially sweets, he'd eat it without having to ask permission, or wait for anyone. He was about to open the bag until he recalled that he wasn't at home. If he were to eat in front of Theodore like he would at his own house in front of his own family... well.... how would that go? Probably not too well, so he held his urge of eating and simply placed them on his bed near the small bag of his.

Haru then swung around to the door, "Thanks for the sweets, Garret! Hey, we should all-" He was about to say that they should all spend some time together, like brothers or something, the three of them, and four including Garret's roommate, if he wanted to come as well. But by the time he started, he noticed he was gone, just like that.

"Almost like a ghost..." Haru said quietly and slowly to himself, referring partially to the horror movies he watched, seeing how he was quite the thrill seeker.

He would be sure to get the time to talk to the guy sometime later if they ever bumped into each other that is. So in the mean time, he decided to unpack his stuff, mostly just his electronics though, since he was so many; a laptop, a pair of headphones and earphones, a phone, iPod, and then a few computer chips, which what it contained would remain only known to him. Haru left his clothes, which were messily just thrown in there, in the bag and told himself that he'd put it somewhere else later.

While he did unpack the electronics though, he took a glance at his partner. Without even thinking, thoughts began to reform inside his head continuously, not even realizing it, 'Theodore kinda looks feminine... in some way... But I guess there are feminine guys out there. I shouldn't criticize, idiot Haru! And he's also got a bunch of piercings too. Not only on his ears, but on his lips too. Heh, kinda looks good on him actually, compared to other people.'

Not only did Haru not notice that he was thinking all these things, but he also didn't notice that he was actually staring at Theodore and even stopped unpacking for a few seconds while he processed his thoughts.

"ιƒ уσυ αѕк мє ωнαт ι ¢αмє ιηтσ тнιѕ ℓιƒє тσ ∂σ, ι ωιℓℓ тєℓℓ уσυ: ι ¢αмє тσ ℓινє συт ℓσυ∂"

01┋ Haru 02┋ Dorm One 'B' 03┋ Nervous
Bing! Bing! Bing! Game over! Leah glanced over at her video game, shrugging her shoulders as she returned her attention on Garret. She watched him hand her three cookies and then Haru three cookies. The tall brunette seemed to be pretty friendly. Though Leah still had her doubts. In the movies, the friendliest were always the evil ones. That thought only made her think about her room mate. So far, the friendliest wouldn't be Garret, it would be Haru. The thought of using a few movies at a reference made her grin. She was in school, not to mention a far from haunted one. Adrian was right, Leah did make too many movie references. Once she turned to thank Garret, he had already disappeared. 'I'll thank him later' Haru was definitely a cheerful bundle of joy. His responses were always cheerful. There was one response that did surprise her a bit. The reaction to her comment about his blue, dyed hair. "You like it? Thanks anyways! First person outside my family to like it really, I appreciate it!"

Leah furrowed her brows, putting those words in thought. She didn't respond to any of his replies until she silently shut the door. She hated it when the door was open, it was a welcome for anyone that wanted to enter. "Why wouldn't I like it? It looks good on you. I'm surprised others don't. Not to mention that I've dyed my hair myself." Leah pointed to the red and pink streaks in her hair. The blond walked over to her small device, where the beeping and squeaky voice came from, turning the game off with her attention focused on Haru. So far so good. Haru didn't suspect a thing... or so she hoped. Leah wasn't sure if he did notice anything odd, but didn't have any idiotic intentions on bringing it up. She placed the device on her desk, sitting down quietly, nibbling into her cookie. "So, Haru, tell me about yourself. What do you like to do?" While waiting for a response, she turned on her laptop, laying the cookies down a few inches next to it.

Leah spent a short period of time simply looking through her social networks. She was still waiting for a response, and was still paying attention to Haru. That was another thing about him. Judging by his name, she had assumed he was a foreigner. Not many New Yorkers named their children with a foreign name. Then again, she didn't know many in the state. While she waited, she had updated her Twitter, Tumblr, and Facebook. The three networks she was constantly found on. Though she was still hoping for a response. Her eyes lifted from the screen, giving herself a glance at Haru. Haru had stopped unpacking, and was simply staring at Leah. 'Crap... he suspects something,doesn't he? I must have said something out of the ordinary. I am so screwed.' Leah attempted to stay calm. She had no idea what she could do, and quickly turned around to pick up the map she had tossed next the bed."Hey, Haru, have you been to this school before?"

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Evee was concerned. Where was her roommate? She had mentally prepared herself for a damn long time now - actually for 3 minutes - and now this guy made her wait? She really can be impatient sometimes and the time as she lost herself in her thoughts, the list of the songs in the handphone that she was given proceed. Now it played 'I couldn't careless' from Leslie Clio.

so what's it gonna be
if you don't like my peaches
then don't shake the tree
maybe it's sad but it's easy
the sick ship rolls
and takes so little to please me
go cross me off your list
no use to be a part of
a world that don't exist
I'm giving up the fight
I never getting paid
but somewhere there's a light

Yes, Evee didn't know what and who that song sang but he respected how easy she blurted out those words. So the world can be seen like that too. She had to act like the singer of the song. Being cool and after all, be herself still somewhere not betraying herself. It would be very difficult not being herself if she had to stay here for a long time. She sighed. Let's remember back everything that she had to know. She is a boy. She calls herself Mallar Xaevos, from a rich family that is far away from here. It was her first time in this academy. And she is now a HE. And she will act like it. She had to be brave and face this challenge.

After that, he repeat it every once again and the songs keep playing and playing, and her bubble gum may have popped for the hundrets time by now!, as she heard the door being opened.

Her face went a bit pale. Now, as the real thing started, she had worried that she forgot everything she had to know. But it wasn't like that. She breathed in and out, briefly closing her eyes as then a quite big guy opened the door and entered. His face was handsome, but something on him that he didn't like. May it be because he looks a bit frightening or he just had an arrogant face, so Evee's first opinion of him. And him looking at her with those eyes that seem to look through everything, what was not a questionable assumtion of someone in her position, but it made her a bit uneasy and scared. Was her secret going to be revealed after a single day? She didn't want that. It was so hard and a lot of trouble just preparing for it...

"Hey,"

His strong and loud voice made her heart beating even faster - if it's even was able to beat faster then it already is - she looked up to him and finally leaving her laying position and sit up above her bed and tried a smile. And she was even able to do it better that she had thought in her head. "Hey roommate." She easily said - so it seems - but actually she had went through many things to just say that single greeting.

"Sup? Name's Hunter Davis. The hell are you?"

As he wenced and say those quite harsh words, Evee could throw a trash bin over him and say all various things against his harsh and unpolite language. That what Evee would do. But she was now Mallar Xaevos and in her beileve, boys greet themselves always so unpolite. So she got up off the bed and smiled, popping her bubble gum and offered her hand - what she regretted afterwards thinking it was too polite - "My name is Mallar. Mallar Xaevos. Just call me Xea. It's - kinda - nice to meet you." It all went smoothly. Yes! It didn't gone waste that she practiced for this time so much. Then she lift her hand and pointed on the window. "For your information, I gave you the bed near the window. Be greatful, roommie. Or what again? Hunter... Davis? Ma- I am calling you Hunter from now on." In the middle of her sentences she already made the first mistake: She was being polite again, wanted to begin with 'May'.But she smiled in the outside, no, it was a naughtly grin and she put out a big plastic. Inside the plastic are many - and if I say there is many I mean it - many bubble gums and she offered them to his new roommate. "Want some? Warning: Without sugar. Isn't sweet." Her heart beating pace had almost went to the normal state, but everytime, she tried not to get an eye contact with him. She was still nervous, but her act was - except for some errors - perfect, so her worries are not really reasoned, although... if he is sharp enough... and that was what Evee was scared about. But for gods sake, she doesn't show it. But just grinned matey like.

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_____"Wait... No..."
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"Hey Dataro, My name's Brian!" Damara's eyes widened and she blinked a few times in surprise when her golden-haired roommate actually replied to her. For some reason, she hadn't really expected that. Well, that was the consequence of minimal social interaction, she supposed. He seemed very bubbly and engaged, she noted. Perfect. Just what she needed. One of those hyper-active types. Why couldn't she have gotten one of those... deaf-mutes? Did they even have deaf-mutes at that school? Didn't they have their own schools? And there she went again, off on one of her mental tangents. Well, if she wasn't going to talk a bunch with her mouth, she might as well talk a bunch in her head, right? Even better, in her head, no one could hear what she was thinking, and that was a relief in and of itself. A downside to this, however, was that she was often aloof of her surroundings. A prime example of this was the fact that he'd had his hand extended towards her for a few moments at the least.

"We're gonna be room mates for the rest of the year, so uh.. there's no need to be shy." The kid split a grin, and Damara felt one of her eyes twitch a bit. Of course there is! There is always a need to be shy! In her mind, that was the truth, anyways. Interaction with people tended to cause trouble, and that alone was the foundation of her reasoning. They boy went on, and Damara's hand was tensed as she decided whether or not to accept his handshake. "Uh, But if you want, I could leave the room for a minute so you could have some time to.. adjust! Would that be alright..?"

Here, she was conflicted. Part of her very much wanted him to leave very much. That way, she could be alone, and not get into trouble. Damara took a very small step backwards as she considered the other option. Contrarily, she wanted him to stay. This was the closest she'd gotten to someone outside of her own family without hitting anyone in quite a while, longer than she'd care to think about. So, she stayed silent for a long moment, before her body decided to act of its own volition. Her hand shot outward and very lightly gripped the boy's- Brian's. She gave it a rather quick shake before retracting her hand just as quick as she'd sent it out. Barely thinking about the words as she said them, Damara murmured in the most masculine voice she possessed (which really wasn't that impressive), "No... No, that's okay. You can stay. I-I'm just not all that good around... other people..." She swallowed, and forced her next words out of her mouth with a great effort. "B-But I'd really like for us to be friends. Is that... Is that alright?"

Smooth operator, she thought to herself ruefully.

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_____::"Weirdo."::
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When his roommate rose from his position on the bed and offered him a handshake, for a moment, Hunter Davis was a tad... dumbfounded. He hadn't been asked for a handshake in a while. Not by anyone. People tended to take one good look at him and say, "No way in hell I'm handshaking that guy." That was what he was used to, and that was how he liked it. That was completely normal. This show of decency wasn't. For him, in any case. So, for the sake of his sanity, he ignored the gesture of courtesy and eyed the guy with a raised brow.

"My name is Mallar. Mallar Xaevos. Just call me Xea. It's - kinda - nice to meet you." Hunter Davis almost scowled. Kinda? The hell was that supposed to mean? Kinda? He made a small, indignant sighing sound. This guy was weird. Hell, he even had a weird name: Mallar Xaevos. He scoffed inwardly. The hell kind of name was that? Oh well. At least he sounded normal enough. For the most part."For your information, I gave you the bed near the window. Be grateful, roomie. Or what again? Hunter... Davis? Ma- I am calling you Hunter from now on."

Now, at this, his features darkened. Normally, he would have been perfectly okay with being called Hunter. Just fine. But there was something about this guy, about his tone, his attitude, that Hunter Davis didn't like. He clenched his teeth and narrowed his eyes, looking down at the guy and trying to keep himself from hauling off and landing him one right on the jaw. He abstained, however. He couldn't embarrass his parents again.

The guy produced a pack of gum. Bubble gum. Hunter Davis regarded it curiously as he was offered some. "Want some? Warning: Without sugar. Isn't sweet." He snorted. Was that some kind of challenge? So what if it had no sugar? To hell with that! If this guy could deal with it, than so could he, dammit! He was a man!

"Hmph." He took a piece and popped it into his mouth with minimal hesitation. He made a face. God, it tasted awful. That wasn't gum. It was an abomination. But, immediately, his cool-guy exterior was up and running again. "Tastes like shit," he commented, before he could stop himself. "But whatever..." He decided to change the subject. "So, you're names Mallar, right? That's a freakin' weird name. You from a different country or something?"

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It was early in the morning, probably around 5 o'clock am. Nicole was still fast asleep in her bed as her brother, Nicholas, and their best friend, Dustin, can barging into her room. "Wakey wakey!!!!" They shouted in sync, flinging the door open. The girl groaned, pulling the blanket over her head. "Come on Nikki it's time to get up!!!" Nicholas said, yanking the blanket off as Dustin jerked the dark purple curtains open. "You don't want to be late now do you?" Dustin laughed, running to the side of the bed. A silent count to three and the two boys grabbed the girl's arms, heaving her up. "Alright! Alright! I'm up geez. Will you guys get out now!!" Nicole practically growled. She was NOT a morning person. The two boys looked at each other, almost as if they were frightened, then bolted out of the room, the door closing behind them. "So annoying." She muttered, dragging her body off the bed. She went to her closet looking for something to wear, then remembered that she needed to dress in her brother's clothes. So, with a loud sigh, she ventured from her room to her brother's and Dustin's room. When she opened the door, the room was just a mess. Trash, clothes, dishes, etc everywhere. It was disgusting, how could they live in that? Quickly, Nicole took a tank-top and shirt that she also owned, but was longer, and some black skinny jeans (the clothes in the picture). She jumped into the shower, seconds after she left the boy's room.

About half an hour after getting into the shower; Nicole was out, dressed, teeth done, and blow drying her hair. She still wasn't use to how short her hair was, she has always had it to her knees since she could remember, and now it was as short as her twin brother's hair. Slightly frowning at the mirror, she twiddled with the shorter braid that was now on the left side instead of the right. Staring at her reflection in the mirror, she couldn't concur to how much she resemble her brother now. There were only a few differences, one being that he's 5'6 and she's 5'3, another was that Nicholas' eyes are a bit narrower than her own. But other than that she looked exactly like him, light blond-white hair and purplish-blue irises. Just then, Nick came into the bathroom. "Scary, huh? How much we look alike now." His voice was calm and quiet, he was fixed on the mirror, gazing back and forth at himself and his twin. "Yeah..." Mimicking her twin, she kept her tone soft and composed. "Oh yea. Breakfast is ready. We'll leave as soon as we're done eating." She nodded, following him out the bathroom door.

Once at the dining table Dustin, Nicholas, and Nicole ate the freshly made pancakes with berries that the two boys created while she was in the shower. "So, what time do you need to be at the college?" Nicole asked the two, who just shrugged. "Don't know. They didn't give a specific time that we needed to be there by. So whenever we want I guess. We might go tomorrow even." Dustin said, collecting the three empty plates and setting them into the sink. "Well, we better get going. I don't want to be late." Nicole got up from the table and ran back into her room. Soon after she did, Dustin and Nicholas trailed after her. "Let's get all this into the car and go!" She smiled happily, grabbing her paint covered backpack, that held all her art stuff, and a small red bag that had her electronics. Dustin took two blue duffle bags jam-packed of Nick's clothes and Nicholas snatched two black duffle bags, one filled with all her books and the other filled with her photography stuff. They headed to the car then crammed all Nicole's stuff in the back and in the trunk. "Let's get a move on!" Nicholas, in the driver's seat, honked the horn. Sighing, both Nicole and Dustin got into the car, then drove off towards Beauchamp Academy, which was four hours away from the house.

After the four hour drive was up, Nicholas pulled the car up to the University at around 9:00am. "Nick, stay in the car. I don't want to already get caught. Dustin, come help me with my stuff." Nicole got out of the car and grabbed her backpack, and her bag. That's when Dustin came up to her with a metal cart, like the ones used to carry luggage in a hotel. "Why don't you use this? It'll probably be easier that carrying everything to your dorm." He suggested, placing the four duffle bags on the cart. "Yeah, I guess so." Nicole sat her backpack and bag on the cart as well. "Since I have this to use. You guys can go back home now. I know you two still need to pack and it's another four hour drive back home." She told the two boys, who glanced at each other, then nodded. "Alright. So, um, we'll talk to you via video chat, okay?" Nicholas said, as Nicole took a deep breath, standing on the sidewalk next to the car. "Yeah. Via video chat. Love you guys." She gave them the sweetest smile she could conjure up, though she was a tab afraid to be leaving the two, living on her own excluding the roommate she'll have. "Love you too. And remember to call Mikayla when you're done unpacking. She'll want to hear all about this." Nick reminded her with a grin. She nodded, waving bye as the two boys drove off.

Nicole headed into the University building, looking around, having no idea where she was suppose to go. Then in seconds, she noticed the main office and walked in. She collected her dorm room keys and a map of the school. "Dorm Two 'B'. Second floor. Okay." She went up to the second floor and walked down the hall with all her stuff. "Ah! Dorm Two 'B'. I wonder who will be my roommate?" She asked herself, unlocking the door, and walking inside. Surprisingly enough, the room was empty. Nicole dumped her thing onto the bed to the right side of the room, then she left the cart outside the dorm room. First she unpacked her clothes, she felt a bit bad that she nearly took all of Nicholas' clothes even if he never wore them anymore because they were too small. After all the clothes were either hung in her closet or folded neatly in her clothes drawers; she took out all her art supplies by setting up her easel, setting had last bit of canvases behind it; filling one and a half drawers in her desk with paints, pastels, charcoal, and other art accessories including her photography stuff. She placed her school books on one side of the desk with her camera on top, the other side, she set up her laptop and put her iPod next to it. "What else?" She muttered to herself, looking around at her stuff. "Oh! My books." She took out the many novel series she owned and placed them in the bookshelf that was above her desk. With all the bags empty now, she shoved them underneath her bed. "Now what?" She thought out loud, jumping onto her bed and laying down, wondering what she should do next. "I could..." She started, heaving herself up, and got off the bed. She looked at her camera, then shook her head, thinking otherwise. Instead, Nicole went over to her easel, took a medium sized canvas, and started painting one of the cityscapes she saw on her way to the Academy. She had a photographic memory when it came to scenes and things to do with her artwork.

Thaddeus was having a hangover. It wasn't one of those massive ones that left you wishing for sunglasses but a minor one. But no matter how small a hangover was still a nuisance. Then again last night's labor day rave was totally amazing so in the end it was worth it. Thaddeus checked his watch, 8:30, "Well darn," Thaddeus said to himself "I probably should have been at the university by now, but I guess that's what I get for sleeping in." Thaddeus eyed his trunk sitting on top of a dolly near the exit of his hotel room. Not wanting to waste anymore time Thaddeus opened the door to his hotel room and pushed his trunk towards the elevator. On the way down on the elevator the man standing next to him began staring at him funny. Thaddeus didn't blame him, after all he was dressed in bright pink short shorts, an over sized white t-shirt that was covered in glitter from the night before, and his hair was still done up in pig tails, so in general he was still dressed as a girl. Sure his figure sort of gave away his gender but what really threw people off was his masterwork makeup. Like the notorious drag queen Thaddeus's make up partially transformed him into the female that enjoyed acting as.

After catching a ride in a Taxi Thaddeus had finally arrived at the academy. Thaddeus took a deep breath "Man it's good to be back" With his key in hand Thaddeus approached his dorm room "Note to self, first I got to get changed into something that won't scare off most of the new students, and secondly I have to unpack." Thaddeus approached the dorm room door. "Room Two 'B' my old friend, god there was some good memories in here," Thaddeus reached out to the door knob and found it unlocked. A massive grin spread across his face, oh the possibilities for scaring the living daylights out of his new roommate. Thaddeus set his trunk to the side so it wouldn't get in the way of his fun. Quietly opening the door Thaddeus snuck into the room. Spying his room mate from across the room engrossed in painting Thaddeus examined his victim, he was a small blonde boy, most likely 18 or 19, with a nice ass. Thaddeus licked his lips in anticipation. And with out warning Thaddeus jumped out and screamed as loud as he could "I AM YOUR NEW OVERLORD, BOW BEFORE ME PUNY MORTAL!"

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Yes, Evee do regret wanting to do a handshake with him, but that her gesture got ignored just like that irritated her. If she was Evee, she would yell at him, advising him that it was unpolite to do so. That was the time where she had to hold back really badly not to loosing her temper and polish his expression.

But she remain calm as he scoffed her. That was pretty normal for a boy. It was a sign that he wanted to be her friend. So her foolish believe in 'mens friendship' that she studied in a creepy looking book.

As she offered him her sugarless bubble gum and he took one, without even a word of gratitude, Evee was tried to not take the plastic away and made him grabbed into the air. But she restrained herself but as he commented:

"Tastes like shit,"

Wha- who did he think she was? His maid? Giving him a bubble gum what isn't priceless, without a word of gratitude and then commented rudely like that? Was he a punk or something? Even Evee understood that it wasn't the start of friendship between them. It was war. And Evee made sure not to lose it. "Better then sweet bubble gums. They are worser then shit." She said and a small grin formed on her lips. "If you are not able to gulp in this much, I have to question yourself being a proper man." Now she made it. That was something very sensitive she said there. She knew it, it was said inside her little creepy looking book. "Because eating sweet things is not our men thing, is it?" Clearly she was trying to reconcile, if it isn't too late.

"So, you're names Mallar, right? That's a freakin' weird name. You from a different country or something?"

As he tried to change the subject, she decided to go along. "Well yeah, ever gone to Tunisia? My father comes from there but somehow I end here. Don't ask me about past things. But your name is also weird. 'Hunter'... is that a title or a name?" She said easily the lie that she had studied and mocked at him also. So he even grew more worried of what she said before. Why did she make him even more mad? Was she stupid? But but...

But she stubbornly throw away her conscience. It was his fault. He was the one who start it off. Although it sound childish, she do not believe she had any fault there. She concentrated her glance back to the plastic of bubble gums and ate another one. The fifth one for today.

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[Q U E L L E ]

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In the early morning, Yuna was already awake preparing her breakfast and ignoring the other plate of her father. She was still a bit angry that he send her to an all boys academy. What was he thinking giving her daughter such an order? Well, yeah, Yuna saw that the academy was a very good one, and secretly she was a bit worried that she could even follow the lesson, but that was not the problem! The problem was that her father wants her to go away from him, this house and leave him alone in this already lonely house! But it didn't last long as she took the plate of her father and prepared his breakfast too with a sigh. He would never tell her his reasoning although he asked him everytime to annoy him. No, he was too stubborn. That baka of father.

She was almost finished preparing everything, as she heard footsteps from above. Her father was awake. She prepared an angry expression and in the next second, her father was standing beside her, tapping on her shoulder. "Morning Yuu." The one being greeted just rolled her eyes. "Call me by my real name." She said not looking at him, concentrating on the breakfast she still made. Her father sighed, understanding her being angry at him and go making a coffee, knowing... "Father! No coffee! I should destroy that machine after all." She said as she heard the sound of the machine was being turned on. And her father laughed. "Indeed, destroy it. I just bought it for my amusement with you anyway." Yuna pouted, but she couldn't be so long angry with her father and ended up laughing too. "Geez father, you are can not be helped, really!"

They had their breakfast that morning peacefully, but then Yuna couldn't help but ask: "Aren't you lonely without me, father?" Her father stopped eating and whipe off and polish his mouth as then he said: "Indeed. Without you, the house will not be as loud as before. You know as you destroyed the crystal vase? What a noise!" He laughed and Yuna pouted. "Don't change the subject!" She was a bit embarassed by it. She played soccer that time, in the house. It was just natural something like that happened. Her father just smiled. "I hope you will come home with a fine man." And that was the end of the conversation.

Yuna was dressed by a professional. And indeed, she really looked like a boy. "Wow.. good work." She said a bit surprised. The professional dress- up artist just smiled. "It was easy with your features." A boy would have got a punsh, but she was a girl and so Yuna decided not to be harsh. "You don't have to say that..." She just mumbled a bit hurt by her words, grabbed her camera and then went down, seeing her father currently chatting with the taxi driver. She just catched some snatches of the conversation, but she knew that her father already present her as a boy. Her father noticed her and showed her to the taxi driver. "Look, isn't he suited for that academy? My Yuu is gorgeous, isn't he?" The taxi driver could just grin. Yuna could bet, that he grinned because of the way how her father spoke. It was a bit girly and too much. But so was the male designer of female clothes everyday in his work, so Yuna was alread familiar to it, although now it embarassed her a bit. "Father... let me just put my bags inside, okay?" She said letting go of him and put her backpack in the back of the car and sit down inside, forgetting that she should be angry at her father. So she just stick out her tongue to him and yelled: "Don't die of loneliness because of me, old man!" She heard his father laughing and waving her goodbye as then her house couldn't be seen anymore and she leaned back.

"Sir, I don't think you should be so harsh to your father." The taxi driver stated while grinning a bit. "I am not harsh to him! He was at fault too, sending me to an all boys academy. I am a gir- I can find a job without his help too." The driver smiled, not noticing her fatal mistake there. She sighed relieved. She had to try not speaking much. She didn't want her identity to be revealed in the first day. That was just a bit humilating.

They arrived at the school, and the taxi driver said goodbye to her already, but she didn't really heard it. She was amazed how big and beautiful the academy was, and still had so much nature everywhere. That was good. She couldn't help but taking some pictures of the school before she came inside the building, grabbed the key and took the elevator, up to her dorm room.

"Dorm room One C..." She mumbled, searching with her eyes the said dorm and found it. She searched for the key in her pockets and finally found it, tried to open the door but it was already open. Her roommate was already inside. She took a deep breath and entered with a smile. "Good day for you. My name is Kurokawa Yuu." She was relieved to say that. The lie was already spoken out. Now she finally looked at her roommate. He was a bit smaller than her, but that was not the problem. He had not a real.. nice expression. She began to nervously looked around, seeing the other bed that was not being taken and quickly throw her backpack on the bed, but found it a bit weird not to say anything else and said, without looking into his face: "Emm... so are you already longer in this academy?"

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[Q U E L L E]

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"Why wouldn't I like it? It looks good on you. I'm surprised others don't. Not to mention that I've dyed my hair myself."

Haru listened to the comment that Theodore made on his hair and was actually amazed. Sure, his family liked it, but even they had doubts that he should have dyed his hair, or at least, all of it. Maybe it was because he had dyed part of his hair as well, or perhaps it was just a random remark to bring up a conversation. Haru didn't want to think negatively, so he shook these thoughts away and shrugged, "Dunno really! Just that many people tend to think that dying all of you hair is... well... strange? I don't get whats too bad about really!"

When Theodore said that Haru's blue hair looked good on him, an actual small blush spread on his face, being told that for the first time. His family only said it was nice or alright, which he was fine with but he never really got a comment. To his this, he coughed, turning to the side, 'Calm down you idiot! What's your problem? That's a guy! I-I'm not gay! Must be from the feminine appearance... Ah, snap out of it!' He demanded himself to do as he finished "coughing" and turned back to Theodore with his usual grin.

"Thanks! Good to know someone likes it at least!" He laughed but then saw that he was right, that he, too, had dyed his hair. Haru didn't say anything for a long while actually, just staring at him, or rather, his hair, with the dyed streaks. Again, Haru spaced out while thinking about it all, like usual. Although he meant to say it out loud, he kind of thought it all to himself instead, 'Whoa... that's actually pretty awesome... Maybe I should have done that instead of dying all of my hair? Oh well, too late to take that back now. But dang.... he actually looks pretty cool with it...'

It was only a moment later when he noticed that no words came from his open mouth until he finished his thinking and he struggled to find them, since he had already thought it all out, but forgotten it in a flash, "A-ah, w-well, it looks pretty cool actually! If you asked me, I'd have to say I really like it! It suits you well!" He said with a small, yet also very childish thumbs up before walking over to his bed to unpack the rest of the very few things he took with him.

Haru looked young, like he was in his mid, or even early teens, yet he was almost an adult. He also acted a bit childish too, but that was because of being that one boy who was bullied and stayed in his room for two years. Haru didn't want to think that he was childish for that reason, or it'd obviously bring him down. And he wanted the type of person to let simple things toss him away like he did in high school.

While he began to unpack a few of his clothes, he heard Theodore ask, "So, Haru, tell me about yourself. What do you like to do?"

Haru paused for a moment and glanced over his shoulder at him, "Well, I think you can tell I'm not from here exactly. Well... I am, but my parents weren't. Mom was completely Japanese, Dad was half American and half Japanese, both moved to US, and them I came up!" He decided he'd stay away from telling much about his past, since he was sure it'd make anyone disgusted, "Well, I can't do any sports. I don't want to say it in any weak way, but I'm really weak from some weird condition, so I can't participate in any running classes or sport classes."

'S-shoot... that probably wasn't the best thing to say!' He thought to himself before going back to folding up his clothes a little bit, yet continued to speak, hoping to put up a lighter atmosphere, "I also listen to music, and a lot of it. It's a bit insane really. I'd usually be listening to is 24/7, but I think I need some time to get away from it sometimes, and this would probably be an alright situation to do so!"

He grabbed one of his enormous jackets, most which were passed down from his brother, and began to fold one of the last clothes in his bag, gently putting them in one of the drawers he suspected to be his, "What about you, Theodore? I'd like to know more of my roommate too, you know!" He grinned cheerfully, always being in an up beat mood.

While Haru snapped out of staring at her while he unpacked, finally finishing, since he knew he'd forget it later, he heard Theodore ask, "Hey, Haru, have you been to this school before?"

Haru sat down on his bed, facing him and shook his head, "Nope. I've never even really heard of it before honestly, until a year ago when my parents said that I'd be moved here." He was about to go on, until he them grumbled a bit from the thought, "Though... I can't say I'm really fond of the idea that this is an all boys school... I think my parents are just torturing me for the fun of it since everyone in my family has a girlfriend or boyfriend, or wife and husband for my parents, and I don't. How do they expect me to meet a girl if I go to a school with absolutely none?" He sighed before face planting into his pillow with another small groan, "Sorry for my complaints... I'm just a bit let down is all... Not that you're a bad roommate!" He bounced back up, hoping he didn't offend him, "You're cool! Seriously, I'm glad you're my roommate!"

Haru then watched Theodore go on with his phone and asked, now sitting cross legged on his bed, "Hey, hey, have you ever had a girlfriend before, Theodore? You seem like you would, from your personality and looks and all, but I'm not gay." He quickly added, since he was complimenting him like a female would, though Haru was just curious, and not looking to be infatuated with a male.