Chapter 1 – Could Today Get Any Worse?
"I'll miss you sweetie" Hayner rolled his eyes as his mother fawned over him, fiddling with his collar and making sure he had everything he needed.
"I'll miss you too, Mom" Hayner gave her one last hug, before climbing into his beat up truck, throwing his suitcases into the back. His father said that once he was settled in, he would help him bring over any other furniture that he thought he needed.
With a quivering lip, she started to cry, which just made her husband chuckle. "He's just going to Uni, not even half an hour away. Calm down love" She nodded and wiped at her eyes as the truck pulled out of the driveway and headed off towards the centre of town.
"Though I'm not sure how long that truck will last" Hayner's father scratched his head and ushered his wife back into their house.
~S*H~
Hayner whistled as he pulled up outside of his dorm building, glancing nervously around at the bustle of people also moving in today. There were people everywhere, alongside lots of shouting and pestering from parents and children alike. Someone was holding a crying baby nearby and Hayner sighed, hitting his head off the steering wheel – he already felt exhausted.
He was going to study psychology, since that was the subject that he thrived in the most – though his friends complained that he would start to psychoanalyse them and that they would never be safe. Taking a deep breath he got out and grabbed the first load of bags. His family had offered to come and help him move in, which he politely declined; they were always too dramatic for his tastes.
The building he was in had shared dorms; two people to an apartment and although each person did have their own bedroom, the bathroom and living areas were shared.
Hayner just hoped that whoever he was paired with was at least decent and clean enough to put up with – the only thing he knew for certain is that they were male.
Groaning when he saw the broken lift sign stuck to the metal door; he glanced to the stairs in aggravation. What made it worse was that he was on the third floor… third floor. Today was just not his day and it made him wish he had taken his parents up on their offer to help, he would be making at least one other trip up these stairs.
Trudging up the multiple flights of stairs, he wiped the slight sweat from his brow and fumbled for his key before opening his door. The only indication that someone else was here was the jacket thrown over the sofa and the shoes by the door; other than that, his roommate was nowhere to be seen.
He could hear music coming from one of the bedrooms as he got closer, so moved to dump his bags in the other room.
The room itself was pleasantly surprising, with a large window and a single bed in the corner. A desk, with a lamp already on it, sat on the other side of the room, along from a wardrobe.
Sighing in defeat, he figured that he'd introduce himself before he had to go grab the rest of his stuff, in hope that his new roommate would offer some help.
Walking over to the opposite room, he knocked on the door a few times and waiting, his nerves kicking in when he heard a thump and a muffled curse before the music was stopped. The door swung open just as Hayner looked up and to his horror, his hazel eyes met piercing blue and they stood in a deafening silence for a few moments.
"Hey Chickenwuss, don't tell me you're my roommate" Seifer's voice knocked him back to reality and he scowled; he was wrong when he thought that his day could not of gotten any worse.
"Are you serious?!" He cursed and spun, not bothering to ask for help with the rest of his luggage as he slammed the door after him.
Pulling his phone out of his back pocket, he dialled his best friend's number and waited for the reply. "Hello?" The voice sounded sleepy, probably because Roxas had moved in with Axel, rather than a dorm, so there was no need to rush around getting everything ready.
"Hey Rox, you are not going to believe who my fucking roommate is" He growled as he swung the door to the stairs open, trotting down them as Roxas sniggered at his dismay.
"No way, literally only you could be put with your arch enemy. You never know, this might work out well for you two" Roxas said, a smirk clear in his voice.
"Shut up Roxas, this is not going to work, he's an asshole!" Roxas stopped sniggering enough to tell Hayner to man-up and just ignore him - if he was that much of an issue he could request a switch. The thought made Hayner feel slightly better, but he knew that by moving out, he was just handing the blonde another win on a silver platter. "Well I've got to go lug the rest of my luggage up some stairs, so I'll speak to you later. Bye Roxas" Hayner muttered, hanging up and grabbing the last few bags, deciding to grab all of the rest rather than making a third trip.
When he'd finally gotten up the stairs and to his door, he reached into his pocket to retrieve his key and swore when he realised that his pocket was empty.
Sucking up his pride, he knocked on the door and glared when a smug Seifer opened the door, waving Hayner's set of keys infront of him. "Locking yourself out already, lamer?" Hayner clenched his fists and pushed past the taller man, sighing in relief when the weight of his bags was lifted from his shoulders.
"You know, you could have asked for help" The mocking tone was present as per usual and it pissed Hayner off to no end.
"Like you would have given any" He spun around and before they knew what was happening, fists were being thrown and they tumbled to the ground, rolling around trying to get the advantage.
Hands grasped at anything they could get a-hold of and soon Seifer was pinning Hayner down, with the smaller boy's hands wound into the bleach blonde hair, tugging harshly.
Seifer was about to curse him out when a tentative knock on the still open door drew their attention away from eachother. A small girl stood there, looking rather embarrassed. "I – Uh, I heard some noise and I thought someone was in trouble so I came to check and – and I really don't mind if you two are together, but could you please keep the noise down? Thank you, b-bye!"
She shut the door in a hurry, her face as red as a tomato and it was then that the boys realised how this must of looked.
Looking anywhere but at Hayner, Seifer pulled the now limp hands out of his hair and stood, stalking into his room and slamming the door after him. Hayner was left sprawled on the floor feeling thoroughly embarrassed and confused, there was no way that people already thought they were gay with eachother.
Groaning, he dropped his head back onto the floor and rubbed his face in exasperation. "Fuck. My. Life"
