He never could understand why people were the way they were. Or why they could come and go so quickly from his life. So it was with the beginning of this new year. All of his friends from high school had forgotten him already and nobody from his orientation seemed to recognize him. Who the fuck did they think they were anyway? He's Cronus fucking Ampora and he is a god among men! Or so he likes to come across to people as. In all honestly when he looks at himself in the mirror he still sees the bespectacled little Harry Potter wannabe whose limbs never fit his body. Or that awkward boy whose speech impediment made everyone just laugh at him in the third grade. But at some point he decided to let them all go fuck themselves, or rather to get all of them to fuck him, as it just so happens. As tough of an act as he may have put on though, no one seemed to want anything to do with him.

So he vowed that college would be different.

He discarded his hipster specs and got contacts. He let his love of wizards slide into hiding for a new love of motorcycles, cars and anything with a pulse. He started to make music and call people doll. And most importantly he decided that he was an anachronism: a man out of time. A man that belonged in the 1950s and not in this hellish waste of a 21st century. Which would have been fantastic had he known anything about the 1950s outside of what he'd seen in Grease and Happy Days. Nevertheless, he set out to turn himself into a new man devoted to an old era.

But for now he's in a suite, guiding people carrying his things to put them in his room while he tries to find the best way to arrange everything. Before he could begin to plan though, he heard a noise in the common room. He looked in and saw his suite mate running around, his black hair hanging in eyes and his father watching him carefully.

At this point Cronus realized that putting down that his depression gave him the need for a "special needs" room may have been an exaggeration. But he shrugged it off. With a special needs room he only had the one suite mate, though he seemed to be quite the reta—er, mentally challenged individual. He decided to introduce himself later and continue to arrange his room in the most aesthetically pleasing way possible.

He set to his task with every intent of doing just that when his father and step bitch walked into the room with two brats in tow. His brother glared at him through thick rimmed glasses while his father just looked around the room dismissively. He didn't care what his step bitch and sister were doing. He wished they'd just choke on a piece of fish and die already for all he cared. Those bitches be crazy. Though he had to admit the talkative one was all right. She was hot too, in a Catholic school girl kinda way. If he was being completely honest he could watch her talk for days on end, though her words weren't exactly what he was interested in. Before he could get too lost in thought, his father cleared his throat.

"Cronus." He looked around the room and wrinkled his nose in disapproval.

"Yes Father?" He always had to drop his tough guy act for his dad. If he spoke to his dad the way he did anyone else, he'd be cut off from his money faster than he could list all of the Harry Potter characters in alphabetical order. Which was remarkably quickly and he would never admit to such a thing in his life anytime soon. At least not in front of any cool company.

"I hope that you won't be keeping your room in this state of... disarray."

Cronus furrowed his brow. "Of course not. I'm just... rearranging." His father always found the best ways to make him feel terrible as soon as he'd entered a room. He'd just moved in here. How did he expect him to already have the place in ship shape? Oh right. He was a Navy officer. That's how. He looked back to his room. "It should only be a few hours before I have my things settled in."

"Good. I'd hate to see you grow lax in that."

His step bitch chuckled and he had the sudden urge to kick her teeth in, but he though better of it. No need to stain the carpet after just moving in. "I won't, Father." Oh he would. He would grow lax as fuck in that. Artists need disarray like fish need water.

Before his father could press anymore, his step sister spoke up. "Moooooooom! When are we gonna go see Aranea? I'm sick of being in this lame loser's room!"

Her mother looked down at her. "We're going soon, don't worry." She looked at his father. "Orphanos."

"Spineret."

"We should go see how my eldest is doing. Maybe make sure that ruffian she's supposed to have for a suite mate doesn't try to, and I quote, spike a bitch up on the pointy end of a whaling spear." Never had Cronus wanted to hug her like he did in that moment. Anything to get his father out of the room. "Come now darling, before she starts to fear for her precious little life." She smirked and that was when Cronus knew that they were going.

"Fine. We'll go see how Aranea is faring with her suite mate." He looked back to Cronus. "I trust you'll be all right here?" He nodded. "Good. We will see you later." He gave his eldest a quick pat on the shoulder and the four of them left without another word.

After he was sure they weren't coming back, he started to move his things and blast some Cherry Poppin' Daddies. It was a perfect band for his transition from hipsterdom to greaserhood. Just unheard of enough for him to have sought out and just swing enough to fit his new persona. While he put his things away, he heard a chime from his phone. He pulled it out and gave it a look.

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oh shit not you again. wvhat the fuck do you evwen wvant?

:o)

no. no no no fuck you i aint doin this not today. todays supposed to be a good day

He put his phone on silent. He thought he'd blocked that number, but somehow that guy just kept getting through. To take his mind off of it he walked into the common room and saw his suite mate sprawled on the ground with a coloring book. He cocked an eye brow and sat next to him. "Whacha colorin there, chief?"

The messy haired boy looked up at him and smiled in the way that only children smile. "It's a bee!"

Cronus smiled and put his arm on the other boy's shoulder. "I bet it is, chief."

His suite mate's smile disappeared quickly. "Why are you touching me?"

"Hey what's some touching between suite mates?" He licked his lip suggestively.

"Please stop touching me!"

"What, why man? I ain't doin' nothin' wrong!"

"STOP TOUCHING ME YOU FUCKING CUNT!" He began to push Cronus away with surprising strength.

"Whoa whoa whoa man, fine!" He scooted away feeling rather rejected. "No need to yell, jeez, give a guy a break here!" He scrunched his eyebrows and looked away.

The other boy sat up and hung his head. "I'm sorry." He scooted over so he was across from Cronus, smiling again. "I'm Mituna! Have you seen my hamlet?"

"Uh, I'm Cronus. And I didn't know you had a hamlet."

"I need to find my hamlet." He stood up and ran into his room. As he did Cronus noticed that he was wearing what he could only assume were a pair of bee wings. He chuckled to himself and wandered back to his room to put his things away.

Once he was there, he turned his fan to the open window and closed the doors, making sure to put a towel under them so that no smoke would escape. He lit a cigarette and just watched as the rest of the students moved into the twin dorms of Derse and Prospit.