Settling In [open!]

[Greg Dixon]

Greg walked into the dorm lounge. He had just finished moving all of his things into his new room: Room 2. He assumed he didn't have a roommate yet as the other side of the room was empty apart for the bare bed. It felt weird to see the barren side of the room across from him, but it was kind of nice. He didn't mind rooming alone, but did kinda want a hot roommate. He smiled at the thought.
Greg sat down on the big couch in the lounge and looked around. The room was nice. There were paintings and furniture and desks and it was very warm and comfortable in there. Maybe it won't be as bad here as I thought, he thought to himself. Unless it's filled with a bunch of airhead surfer cali boys. Fun to look at, but not live with, I don't think. He chuckled to himself at the thought of his roommate turning out to be a surfer dude lifeguard. Gnarly! he thought. He shook his head, smiling.
Greg missed New York. He hated to admit it, but he even kinda missed his family. He never thought he'd say that, but here he was, thousands of miles away from home, not knowing anyone. He was alone. That was a scary thought. Greg had always worried that if he never found someone he wanted to have a relationship with or never officially came out, he would end up dying alone. He hated his family and couldn't live with them, so alone he would be. He knew he couldn't keep whoring around for his whole life. It would end up catching up with him. Greg sighed looking around. He was bored. He needed something to do, to keep his mind from wandering. He hoped for someone to come join him; anyone! But no one came...

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[Asher Keller]

OUTFIT

Today was one of those boring days. Asher wasn't in the mood for anything and he was geting pretty pissed off at the New York kids. They seemed to be taking over the campus, swarming over every corner. He couldn't even go to his favorite places without seeing one. And it was almost as if the New York kids had taken control of the Auditorium. He had wandered into the dark room to find it not so dark. The stage had been lit up and there were New York drama freaks crawling all over it. He let out an exasperated yell and stormed out of the Auditorium. He didn't care if he had disrupted anything they were doing.

He walked around campus trying to come up with something that he could do. Finally he gave up, deciding that there wasn't anything he could possibly do around here. He didn't feel like leaving campus. His car was low on gas and he wasn't in the mood to go pump. So Asher just decided to head back to the dorm rooms. He figured they would be mostly empty seeing as every possible New York kid was some where around Campus.

He pushed open the door to the lounge. Just as he figured it was empty. Well empty except for one kid who was sitting on a sofa. He seemed bored as well. Asher figured he was waiting for some one because he didn't seem to be doing anything except sitting there. asher had never seen this kid before. Which ment he was from New York. Asher scowled at the back of the kids head before moving over to the mini bar. He walked behind the bar and pulled a can of Coke out of the mini fridge. He moved to one of the recliners and sat down. His magazine was still on the side table from the other night. Of course it was a fashion magazine. Vogue. One of Asher's favorites. Asher left things in the lounge all the time, but every person in the guys dorm knew not to touch his stuff. Even the guy jocks. Asher could take on many of the jocks and come out victorious. He opened his magazine and took a chug from the soda can. It would be easy to ignore one guy.

[Greg Dixon]

Greg sat there thinking when a boy walked in. Greg looked at the boy. He was kinda cute. He wasn't exactly his type, but since when did that stop Greg? Although he'd never had sex, that didn't stop Greg from making out and giving/receiving blow jobs from random guys. Greg wouldn't mind messing around with this guy even if he wasn't exactly his type. Greg went more for the preppy jock types, but this kid was still pretty cute. He looked nice in his skinny jeans, too.
Greg watched him until he went around behind him and went to the mini bar. The boy had looked at him but didn't pay him any attention. That only made him even more attractive to Greg. He always liked what he couldn't have which is probably why he ended up falling for straight guys and getting his heart broken.
Greg watched as Asher went and got a coke and sat back down with a vogue magazine in a recliner. The magazine confirmed his hopes: This guy was not straight. No straight guy read vogue, not that he had ever heard of at least.
Greg looked over at Asher in the chair and said, "Hey. I'm Greg. I'm new here." He smiled at the boy politely, hoping the boy would at least talk to him. He wanted to at least have someone to talk to. He didn't know anyone here yet and he wasn't liking it so much yet.

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