who can deny the heart that is yearning? [asher]

[Trent Dier]

Outfit.

Trent kicked a rock as he slunk across campus, black backpack hanging listlessly off his shoulder. He was headed across the courtyard toward the dorms. His sister told him that the last few years, the size of the student body at Hazelton had been small enough that almost every student hadtheir own room. Unfortunately, now that the New York kids were being transferred here, pretty much everyone was going to have to share a room. One reason why Trent hadn't minded coming here was because he thought he was going to have to share a room. But now... the thought of having to share his personal space with a stranger made him want to rip his hair out. It wasn't fair.

Trent was about halfway across campus now when a jock bumped into him, hard, knocking his bag from his shoulder. Trent stared after the guy, frowning at his laughter. Jocks were stupid creatures in Trent's eyes, he couldn't stand them. He also couldn't stand sports, and Gym was definately his worst subject. His favorite was English. He much preferred exercising his mind to exercising his body. Trent sighed, flipping his hair from his face as he knelt to gather his things. His bag had opened, so a few books were littering the ground. He sighed as he shoved them back into his bag, then jerkily stood and continued his trek to the dorms.

Once inside he avoided the lounge area, which was filled with kids. He dodged people moving in through the hallway, reaching his assigned dorm. It seemed as though his roommate had already come and gone, as one bed had been taken and clothing was sprawled all over the place. Including the second bed. Trent sighed and moved the clothes, letting his bag drop onto the bed. He knew his suitcases were at the door outside the hall, but he didn't want to do anything yet. He just wanted to pull out his laptop and check Silent Scream, the online forum he helped run. He pulled his computer from his bag and flipped it open, connecting to the school's wireless network. The site was his homepage, and he simply started reading new threads, hoping he's be left alone.

[Asher Keller]

OUTFIT

Asher woke up early this morning. He rolled over in his bed a bit disgruntled. Waking up early wasn't something he enjoyed doing. He looked at the alarm clock which was on his night side table, but it was covered by a dirty t-shirt. He dropped his head back into his pillow. Just a few more minutes, thats all he would need. Unfortunately he wasn't going to get a few more minutes. Just then his alarm clock started to go off. The buzz, muffled my the shirt, but still blaring. He lifted his head, growling through his teeth. He threw the shirt which covered his alarm clock to the floor, and slammed his fist down on the snooze button. He sat up, a bunch of shirts falling around him as he did. He was half covered by his blanket and half covered by dirty and clean clothes. He picked up a handful of clothes and tossed them onto the empty bed opposite him.

He looked around his dorm. It was disgusting. He really needed to straighten up. But what was the point? It wasn't like he had to share his dorm with anyone. He was one of the few people who were assigned a dorm all to themselves. Asher knew it was because he had money. Because his aunt was paying for him to have one of the nicer dorms. The more money she paid the more privacy Asher would be able to have. And right now he had plenty of it. Eventually he would clean his room. It was getting to the point where he couldn't stand it any more. Asher crawled out of his bed. He wasn't wearing anything except a pair of boxer briefs and his hot pink toy gun necklace. Asher always slept in his underwear. He didn't bother sleeping in anything else. It was warm enough in the room where he didn't have to. He opened the door and headed down the hall way. He really needed to pee. His attention was focused on his bladder that he failed to notice the bags of luggage which were set just outside his dorm. They must have been placed there during the night, or else he would have noticed them yesterday. It was only the fact that he had just woken up that made him oblivious to the suitcases.

A few doors down the hall Asher stopped and pushed one door open. The bathrooms that he had to share with the rest of this hall were not bad. He had seen worse in the girls dorm. Their bathrooms were scary. There was globs of hair which clogged the shower drains and hair products all over the counters and shelves. The only thing that was wrong here was that the windows and mirrors tended to fog up, a lot. He walked over to a urinal and pulled down on the front of his boxers. He tense expression seemed to relax a bit as he relieved himself. Asher pulled the front of his boxers back up and headed for the sinks. He dispensed a squirt of soap into the palm of his hands and started to wash. Soon they were covered in suds and he was rinsing them off under the hot water. Asher cupped his hands, filling them to the brim with warm water. He brought his hands up to his face and splashed himself. The shock was enough and he was glad he hadn't used cold water.

asher headed back for his dorm. Walking through the hallways in his underwear was a common thing for Asher. It was actually a common thing for all the guys. You couldn't really have expected anything better from a group of men living together in a building. Only a few feet from his dorm room Asher noticed the suitcases that were just outside the door. The ones he failed to notice on his way out. Instantly a single thought raced through his head. "No. They're not doing this to me. They can't." He started thinking of excuses as to why he should be allowed to continue rooming alone. None were good enough though. The Dean was the one who made the final decision, and he knew she wasn't going to change her mind now. Especially not with all the New York Kids showing up. "Oh god. It better not be a New York kid." Was the only thing that was actually clear in his head right now. He stopped in his door way and looked to the empty bed. It wasn't empty anymore. Now there was a kid sitting on it. "What the hell is this!?" It was more of an exclamation rather than a question. There was no way in hell Asher wanted a room mate. Even if it was Alexis' younger brother. Wait! What? Asher blinked. He had recognized the kid immediately. He had only seen him about a year ago. Maybe a little bit more. Asher dated this kids sister, Alexis. He didn't actually know the kids name, but he remembered the tattoos. Well some of them. It seemed like there were a lot more now.

[Trent Dier]

Outfit.

Trent tilted his head as he read some posts from a new member. This girl was fourteen, like him, and was explaining about her life. He frowned and clicked 'reply', writing out a brief paragraph to tell her she wasn't alone and she was welcome to their community. He also said if she needed to talk, he'd be there for her. It made him feel useful, being an ear for these kids. None of his friends around here ever talked to him, including his sister. Not that he'd talk to her anyway.

Trent looked up from the computer and at the mess in the room. Sure, Trent wasn't the neatest person in the world, but he wasn't nearly as bad as this kid. The room looked trashed, and Trent wondered who this kid could possibly be. He sighed, already knowing he'd hate this. He looked back down at the computer and refreshed the page, since the new girl was online. She had replied, thanking him and saying she was glad there was someone who understood her. Trent nodded slightly to himself, pleased that he had helped her.

"What the hell is this!?"

Trent jumped, he hadn't noticed his roommate walk in. His head swung to the doorway and his heart jumped to his throat. Asher Keller. Asher mother fucking Keller. Trent had been crushing on Asher for two years, and now he was standing in front of him. Wearing only boxers. Trent's eyes scanned Asher's body and he swallowed nervously. He was rooming with Asher Keller? How was he going to survive this school year? "Uh, h-hey..." Trent bit his lip, he hated when he stammered. He tended to do it a lot around Asher, which was why he never talked to the kid. His sister Alexis had dated him for a while, and they were still friends. Trent hated her for that. He had spent nights laying in bed, wondering how it would feel to kiss Asher, to run his hands down his body, to whisper to him without stuttering... but it would never happen. Asher didn't look at him, didn't know that he loved him.

[Asher Keller]

OUTFIT

Asher looked from the kid on the spare bed, and back down to the suitcases. This seriously couldn't be happening to him. Asher's Aunt had been paying for him to have his own room. There must have been a glitch in the computer system or something. How was he going to handle this? Asher couldn't live with another person. He hated people. Well he hated being around people. This was never going to have to work. He would have to go talk to the Dean about this and try to work something out. Asher's eyes shifted back to Alexis' brother. He had to have been a freshman. He looked like a freshman, and he definitely sounded like one. Besides wasn't he three years younger than Asher or something. No maybe it was two years. He wouldn't be here if it was three years. Yes it had to have been two years. That would make him a frshman. Great he was rooming with an underclassman. That would have to stay on the DL.

Asher was trying to remember the kid's name. It began with a T...right? Yeah it was a T. Wasn't it Travis? He knew it was close to that. Travis...Troy...Trent...that was it. The kids name was Trent. Asher didn't understand how he could have forgoten that. It wasn't like Trent was a common name. He wondered if Trent remembered who he was. Or even that he had dated his siter. Asher decided to blow it off. He walked over to his nightside table and picked up his bracelets sliding each one onto his right wrist. He sat down on the matress and lifted his hand, scratching the back of his head. "Sorry about the mess. It's not usually like this." He looked around at the disaster. There were clothes everywhere, and also some cardboard boxes which once, and perhaps still did, contain food.

So trent was wearing eyeliner and all black. Great he was sharing a room with an emo kid. That was the complete opposite as him. Asher was a social person, even if he hated people. He was the leader of a clique and not to mention one of the most popular guys at school. He didn't see how this was going to work. An emo kid...really? Ok, maybe this wouldn't be that bad. Maybe Asher could help him break out of this emo faze. He didn't see how he was going to do that though. It just seemed impossible for emo kids to be "normal".

[Trent Dier]

Outfit.

Trent pretty much didn't breathe as Asher walked into the room and over to the bed. Trent couldn't believe this was happening to him. Asher was a junior, wasn't he? A year younger than Alexis? So how was it that the two were rooming together? Trent could have sworn that there was a rule against this kind of thing, that grades were supposed to be roomed together. Trent remembered to inhale as Asher started slipping bracelets around his wrist and sat on the bed. When he ruffled his hair, Trent immediately got the urge to go over to him and feel how soft his hair was, run his hands through it, then bring his mouth down to Asher's... slant his mouth across his...

"Sorry about the mess. It's not usually like this."

Trent blinked out of his daydream, looking at Asher. His heart was pounding, it almost felt for a second like he had been kissing Asher. Luckily for him, he never made faces when he daydreamed, so it wasn't like his mouth had just started moving in a pathetic solo kiss. He never looked zoned out, either. No one could ever tell when Trent was daydreaming, which was great for him. He did it a lot. It then occured to him that Asher had said something, and he realized with a panic that he was going to have to talk back. Talking to people he liked was not one of Trent's strong points. It was a very weak point, to be exact. He was horrible with speaking to people he liked, which was why he preferred the internet. He swift, deft fingers never stuttered. He was a lot smoother in text than he could ever be in verbal words.

Trent eased his laptop off his legs and placed it to the side. He blinked a bit, debating what to say. "I-It's fine..." he said, very nearly proud of himself. It was only one word he had stammered on! Granted, the sentence was comprised of two words, but it was still a start. Trent pulled his legs in, his Converse now on his bed. He wrapped his arms around his legs, which showed off his amazing tattoos. At the ripe old age of fifteen, Trent had two full sleeves and a pull chest piece. His mother hadn't said one word about it, and his uncle was the one who took him to get it done. It was very hush hush, since it was sort of illegal. But the tattoos made him look a bit older, so no one ever really questioned it.

[Asher Keller]

OUTFIT

Did this kid have a speaking problem? He kept stuttering, and quite frankly it was starting to annoy Asher. Damn emo kids. They were all the same. They didn't know how to talk to people and they were all damn fucking depressed. Asher closed his eyes and sighed. He couldn't deal with this now. It was still too early in the morning and Asher wasn't fully awake yet. He started searching through the clothes on the ground. I know, it probably looked weird, but more than half the clothes were actually clean. Asher was just to lazy to put them away after he did laundry, and some how they ended up on the floor. Finally he found what he was looking for. A pair of soccer shorts. Today was a leisure day for Asher. He wasn't going to get all dressed up for just chilling around the dorms all day. Besides it wasn't like he had some one he needed to impress.

He got off the bed and pulled the shorts on over his boxer's. They weren't long, but they weren't short. They still didn't go past or even over his knees. Now he needed to find sox. That might have been a problem. His sox were one of the few things that he didn't have a lot of so it was hard to have a clean pair. He wasn't going to bother with a shirt. It was warm enough in the room where he could walk around freely and not have to worry about that. "So whats have you been up to? It's been a while since I've seen you. You ahh, look ...different." Asher still saw Alexis' on a daily basis. They shared a campus together so it was common for them to pass one another on their way to classes. Asher hadn't seen Trent since the last time Asher was over his house, which had been when he and Alexis were still dating. It felt weird seeing him again.

[Trent Dier]

Outfit.

Trent tried to calm his heartbeat as Asher started looking for clothes. He really didn't want Asher to get dressed, he loved looking at the boy's lean body. However, if he wanted his blood pressure to go down and avoid a nasty heart attack or something, Asher would have to be clothed. Trent had no idea how he was going to survive this school year. Rooming with Asher was going to kill him, he was sure of that. How was he going to be able to sleep knowing that Asher was like, two feet away? He didn't think he was going to be able to. Luckily, many of the kids on his site complained of insomnia, so he could always use that as an excuse. Until he started falling asleep in class, at least.

"So whats have you been up to? It's been a while since I've seen you. You ahh, look ...different."

Oh god. Small talk? Was he being punished for something? Trent inwardly groaned, hoping he could talk without much of a stutter. He took a moment to try and calm himself even more. Maybe... maybe if he didn't think about the fact that it was Asher he was talking to? Maybe that would work. Especially if he concentrated on his website. Trent pulled his laptop closer, opening it. The website blinked up immediately, showing he had new messages. Trent sighed lightly, clicking on the link. "Not much. Just... going to school, pretty much." He wished he could say something cool, like... learning to play an instrument. Unfortunatly however, Trent was as tone deaf as they came. And his fingers, while swift on a computer keyboard, quickly became tangled when trying to play an instrument.

He read the message from one of the admins, and immediately typed a response. He tried to think of more to say, since this whole 'pretending it wasn't Asher' thing seemed to be working. He could do this, as long as Asher never tried to get Trent to look at him. Trent moved to the next message, from another new member. "What about you??" He started typing another response, eyes glued to the computer screen. Even if he could look at Asher while he spoke, Asher was still in shorts and shirtless. Trent couldn't look at him without his breath catching in his throat and his heart beating faster.

[Asher Keller]

OUTFIT

Apparently Asher wasn't interesting. He frowned as Trent turned back to his laptop and ignored him for a little while before answering his question. Asher hated that. He hated not being the attention of a conversation, as much as he did hate being around people. As Trent spoke Asher realized the kid's stutter had gone away. Was it nerves? What did he have to be nervous about? Well besides starting a new school. His answer was very blatant. Asher didn't want to hear about school. He wanted to hear about sex lives. Although he bet Trent's sex life was as close to that of a snail. He got off his bed, heading over to Trent's side of the room. It looked like today he would be cleaning all of his shit up, so that Trent could get all settled in. He leaned over the boy's shoulder, observing the computer screen.

"Well school just started, but soccer started a month ago so I've been doing that. Also been trying to figure out how I'm gonna work my school schedule around my modeling this year. The Dean wasn't to happy about me leaving campus last year." He smiled, looking away from the screen. He hadn't really seen what it was. He thought it was just some chat site that Trent probably belonged to. He walked over to his dresser and started closing the open draws. "Dude, having a job and trying to maintain a social life really blows. Ya know." He started throwing clothes onto his bed. He would sort through them later to see if they were dirty or clean. He just needed to get them out of the way. The last thing Asher needed was for Trent to see one of his shirts with a big stain of...ummm, well, stuff on the front of it. That would be embarrassing.

[Trent Dier]

Outfit.

Trent was so relieved that this whole 'not looking at Asher' thing was working, he thought he actually might be able to get through at least the night, if not the whole year. He barely noticed as Asher got up, assuming he was going to start cleaning up his side of the room. Which was good, since it was a complete mess. Trent didn't like living in messes, his room was always neat and organized. He guessed it was because it gave him something to focus on, something to distract himself. He had just started reading another new thread when Asher came over to the bed. Trent pretty much stopped breathing as Asher leaned over his shoulder.

"Well school just started, but soccer started a month ago so I've been doing that. Also been trying to figure out how I'm gonna work my school schedule around my modeling this year. The Dean wasn't to happy about me leaving campus last year."

"M-mmhmm..." Trent inhaled sharply, and immediately regreted it. He could smell Asher's skin, and God did he smell good... If Trent turned his head just a little, his mouth would be on Asher's cheek. It was killing him, quite literally. His heart was pounding again, and he was sure with a dead certainty that Asher could hear it. Trent wanted to kick himself as his lustful thoughts began to race through his mind... turning around and flinging Asher onto his bed, biting at his lower lip and neck... Trent breathed a sigh as Asher backed away, but the damage was already done. It was a good thing he was wearing very constricting jeans.

"Dude, having a job and trying to maintain a social life really blows. Ya know."

Trent nodded, fingers shaking ever so slightly as they moved across the keyboard, typing out another response to someone. Trent needed to figure out a way to keep Asher from getting that close to him. That was the biggest problem. If he was just talking to Asher, he could forget it was him. But if Asher was hovering over him... it was all over. His heart rate slowed, and he felt a littel less tense. "I can imagine. But I wouldn't know." Wait, did Asher say he was a model? Trent snuck a look at the boy. Yeah, he could see it. Asher was gorgeous. Trent looked back at the computer, biting his lip lightly.

ooc: first erection on the site! woo!

[Asher Keller]

OUTFIT

There was too much crap on the floor, and there was just no way in hell that he was going to get all this done now. He most definitely would have to take an entire day out of his schedule to clean this mess. However it looked like that day was today. He had nothing planned and so far no one had tried making plans with him. If he started cleaning now then he would have to finish. He wouldn't be able to stop in the middle of a project. No matter who it was calling him to make plans. He looked around at the mess. At least all the clothes were off the floor. You could see a bit of the carpet now. He kicked around some boxes. They were actually the boxes that still probably had food in them. He kicked them around toward the door, into a nice pile. Nice only because there was no way a pile of garbage could be considered neat. The only thing that was left were a million different pairs of shoes scattered across the room and papers and books in large unkempt piles. The papers and books were all of his school crap. Most of it was from last year. Stuff that he hadn't bothered to look at once the teacher had handed it back to him. Some of the stuff was new. Like the assignments he had received in the mail for summer work.

He sighed looking at the almost clean mess. It hadn't taken all that long for him to get where he was. Actually it had only taken a few minutes. He ignored the shoes. There were too many nikes and he didn't feel like organizing them all right now. He plopped onto his bed with another sigh. He stared at Trent for a while. The kid certainly had done a lot of growing up, or maturing, or something since he had last seen him. His face looked the same, but his body was obviously different. As far as Asher could tell he had tattoos on his wrists. The sleeves of his long sleeved shirt were tugging up a bit as he typed away on his laptop. So far is whole frontation with Asher had been on the laptop. He wondered if he was one of those Internet kids, who spent their entire days on a computer. He really hoped he wasn't rooming with an emo nerd. He figured he could deal with an emo, but not a nerd. There was no way he could room with a nerd. He thought about offering a tour to the kid. Would that be what he should do? Nah he could leave the student council to doing that. Wasn't that what they were supposed to do any ways. Asher wasn't really sure what to say. He fell back onto his bed and stared up at the ceiling. This was going to be a long school year.