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A typical Saturday morning. Cereal. Tv playing some morning show, though he had his headphones on, blaring some random Youtube video while he ate. It was still early enough that he hadn’t entirely woken up. At least not enough to brush his wild rat's nest that he called hair.
He was mid-bite, spoon still in his mouth when the door slammed open, causing him to spill a bit of milk from his bowl, some of it which was already in his mouth dribbling down his chin. He was staring wide-eyed at the wide open door, seeing a massive pile of luggage sitting at the door.
“It’d be nice if you could maybe stop ogling my suitcases, as sexy as they are, and help me.”
Eyes lowered to the floor where a...holy shit blonde.
Blonde alert. Blonde. Blue eyes. Good god almighty that face. Sharp as a nail, elegant, perfectly proportioned. A fallen angel. Had to be.
He swallowed his cereal, nearly tossing the bowl off onto the nearby table before going over to remove the pile of suitcases from the downed hotty.
“How in the hell did this happen...I could’ve sworn I locked this door…” It wasn’t entirely a question, more just wondering to himself.
“Oh wait...you must be--”
“Your roommate.” The pale man stood when he was able, dusting off his primpy, probably extremely expensive clothing. Sticking out a hand when he was sure every last spec of dirt was not on him.
“Laurent. Roommates for the next year. Yaaay.” He did not sound enthused in the least bit. They quickly shook hands, to which Laurent pulled away almost as soon as they made contact.
The blonde dusted his hand on his jeans before crossing his arms and looking up at the taller man.
“And you are?” He asks, looking expectantly.
“Oh shit...uh.”
“Oshituh? That's an interesting name. You must be a 5th child. Parents ran out of names?”
A hard blush of embarrassment and a bit of frustration.
“It’s Damianos. But everyone calls me Damen.”
“Hmm...I think I prefer Oshituh. Fits your doofy personality. Anyways, you going to help me or what?”
Not with that attitude, no.
“I mean, I guess, since you asked so politely.” Sarcasm.
He began grabbing the luggage, all of them in some shade of blue. Fitting for someone as ice cold as this guy was turning out to be.
“Just leave them by the closet.” Laurent went off into the rather spacious dorm room. It was one of those premium rooms. The kids with a bit more of money were usually the ones staying in these.
Damen was definitely not one of those kids. He’d been offered to live there with a friend. And he had, the year before, but his friend had graduated that Spring, so Damen was left with a choice. Go live in those less than desirable looking apartments a few blocks down, or stay on campus and find a roommate that can afford most of the rent. Naturally, he attempted the latter and had been so close to being forced to move out. Then someone, Laurent, had snatched the offer just before the deal got closed. He was thankful for that much.
But now he was starting to wonder if this was going to be any better. This guy was already turning out to be a prick. Not only was he a bit of an ass, but he pretty much just made him move all of his luggage inside, while he himself did not even lift a single, beautiful finger.
God damn him for having those perfect looks. Ugh.
Once all of the suitcases were in and neatly lined by the closet Laurent would be using, Damen went and flopped on his bed. He no longer felt like finishing his cereal. This prickled pear of a blonde had put a bad taste in his mouth.
Laurent had taken to raiding their little kitchenette area for food, mumbling about how hungry he was. So Damen decided it would be a good time to go back to sleep. The other could figure out where everything was on his own.
“Oh my god, is this what you live on? Doritos and...and ramen? Oh boy, there is going to be some changes. Because I am so not having it.”
“...Honestly, I don’t even care...So long as I’m not paying for it.”
Cabinets close, fridge opens. Fridge door slammed, some drawer rustling.
“....how...in the actual hell--”
“Okay! I’m up!” Damen threw himself up off the bed, arms above his head, exasperated.
“Do you want to go to the store or something, princess. So you can stop bitching about the lack-thereof of our kitchen.”
“Yes, please. But please, for the love of….everything. Brush that hair. You look mangled roadkill.”
More verbal exasperation.
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A change of clothes and a brush later, the two were off. Damen had completely bypassed the parking lot, to which Laurent noticed and stopped walking. The darker skinned male paused upon realizing the lack of a second person. He turns and looks at the other, standing 10 feet down.
“What?”
“Do you not have a car?”
“No….and the store is just right there.”
“That’s a 7-11.”
“Yeah, a store.
“No. No no no. Come on.”
Damen was very confused and by now, frustrated. Such a picky priss. Now he wondered why he even offered to go with him.
They walked to a front row parking and Laurent had stepped off the curb next to a brand new Mercedes. A click of the keys, the doors unlocked, and the car started.
Damen stood dumbfounded in front of the car, just staring at the midnight blue vehicle. What the fuck.
“Well, are you getting in?”
A gulp, he walks over, pulls the handle and gets in. He found himself rather squished in the seat. And instead of just explaining where the adjustables were, Laurent reach over, the palm of his hand just barely tickling over Damen’s jeans, reaching between his thighs.
Damen was struck, sitting deeper into his seat as he watched that delicate pale hand reach between his legs.
The seat fell back all the way after Laurent reached the handle.
“There, comfy? Good. Now, it’s time I introduce you to what a real store is. I will vomit if I catch you eating anymore convenience store bullshit that you called food.”
Damen stuck with just staying quiet, only nodding. Laurent was too spicy, even for him.
A heat he knew would burn, but damn…
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The listened to Laurent’s personal music on the fifteen-minute drive to the nearest store. Damen had noted, Laurent listened to music that a 16-year-old girl in the early 2000’s would have listened to like it was her lifeline.
When they arrived, Damen waited for Laurent, who had pulled down the visor to quickly gaze at himself in the mirror, fixing a bit of his long silky looking hair, applying some chapstick to those luscious pink lips. The only thing that snapped Damen out of his daydreaming stupor were piercing blue eyes staring back, and the snapping of the visor being put back into its place.
“Earth to numbnuts. Are you there? Let’s go. The quicker we do this, the better. My hangry side is ready to break the barrier.”
And there it was. That snappy sass once more. If only he’d keep that mouth of his shut.
“You mean it hasn’t already?”
That earned him a punch. Harder than he expected too.
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They spent far longer in the store than Damen could have expected, and Laurent was asking him a million questions at every turn.
“Toaster?”
“No.” Box in the cart.
“Cookware?”
“No.” Utensil tossing and some pans.
“Do the burners work?”
“Yes.”
“What do you like to eat.”
“Anything with meat.”
“Okay, I guess we're gonna need some essentials too, since you don’t cook. Salt, pepper, oregano--”
“The hell do you mean oregano. What do we need oregano for.”
“Cooking duh.”
“....Oregano.”
“Shut up, I buy what I want. You’re not allowed to bitch.”
More sighs.
Two hours and a basket full later, they were finally leaving. Damen swore it was like they were moving in together forever. He felt like they just got married and were moving into their very own apartment. The only problem, it wasn’t an apartment, Laurent was an absolute prune, and he totally would not marry a prune.
They got back, and Laurent insisted the only make one trip from the car to get everything inside. So naturally, Laurent loaded his ‘big, strong meats sticks’, as Laurent put it, up with bags and bags, and boxes. Only two bags and a gallon of milk were left in the trunk.
“Okay, I’ll go park. Don’t fall and die.” He says before getting back in the car, speeding off to find parking. Damen was close to feeling like he’d burst a blood vessel with how irritated he was. But he calmed and headed for the apartment, slowly, as to not upset the careful placement of everything piled on his arms.
He’d somehow managed to get back into the room, after losing the toaster in the hall. His best bet, he ended up going and dumping most of everything onto his bed, just to make it easier.
Laurent returned shortly after while Damen was putting things away. He was practically skipping into the room without a care in the world, his bags merely containing bread, eggs and the gallon of milk.
“You dropped the toaster.” He said, placing the box on a counter.
“Probably wouldn’t have if you hadn’t loaded me to the brim with everything.”
“Well, you survived. Good job. Get yourself a snack.”
“....what am I, a dog?”
Laurent didn’t respond, just began digging through the bags and started putting everything away.
“Prick…” Damen mumbled to himself as he grudgingly helped.
When everything was put away, new pans and cookware cleaned, Damen took to falling back onto his bed, intent on a nap. Luckily, Laurent had shut his trap long enough for him to do so.
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A while later, he woke, eyes blurry and unfocused. But after a while of staring straight up, he realized he was staring at a pair of sapphire blue eyes. Blonde hair. Was this heaven?
“You snore.”
And heaven was gone. Just like that.
“Thank you for stating the facts,” Damen replied, his face twisted a bit. He wasn’t complaining about the view though.
“You have really long eyelashes…”
This statement made Laurent pull back, allowing Damen to sit up. The former was now standing there, arms crossed, hip jutted to the side.
“What’s that look for.”
“You slept all day. I was hoping to have gotten a tour of the campus, but now it’s dark.”
It was what…
He whipped his head to look to the window, seeing that indeed, the sun was now setting.
“Holy crap, I slept that long…”
“All damn day? Yes.” He sighs. “Well, I’ll start dinner. You can show me tomorrow.”
“Why not after dinner?”
“But it’s dark?”
“There are lights around everywhere.”
“But…”
“You scared of the dark?”
“No…”
“Then? Don’t worry, I’ll protect you from Leo the mascot.”
“I’m sure you will. You look like a lion yourself with all that scruff growing in. You should shave that.”
This was beginning to sound like most the day they had together again. Like an old married couple. Unending bickering.
“Dinner?”
“...ugh, must I do everything around this house.” Laurent pretend stomped all the way to the kitchenette, preparing to cook.
Damen laid back onto his bed, just staring up at the ceiling. What a day it had been...and he was going to have to spend the next year with him.
Damnit.