YAY!

I decided to turn my little oneshot into a series, though for sentimental value I'm keeping that one separate from this series.

SUMMARY FOR THOSE WHO HAVEN'T READ THE ONESHOT: Roger is going to college. Unfortunately, everyone else is too! It really has no plot, and is sorted by episodes rather than chapters. This first episode won't be as comedic as the others will, but that's just because it's an introduction.

Thanks to all those who enjoyed the oneshot! I think LotF deserves a good comedy series, and I'm desperately hoping I can do just that! I hope you like it~

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EPIC PARTY TIME~~

EPISODE ONE: Jerk Merridump

Roger hauled his suitcase over the stairs, cursing loudly at whoever had invented the rule that only handicaps could use the elevator. He had been so sure that would change when he got to college, but /noooooo/. Someone passed him and threw Roger a terrified glance. The black-haired boy looked up from his toiling and threw the innocent student, probably a senior, a deathly glare. Why carry weapons when you could kill with your eyes? The passerby jolted and ran up, tripping on the last step and face-planting into the tile. Roger laughed menacingly and stepped over him, rolling the thirty-pound suitcase over the boy's back. Maybe college wouldn't be too bad after all.

He read his key-card one last time. Room 132; easy enough to find. Third floor, third door to the left. Because, he thought, nothing that housed himself could ever be right? Roger cringed at his own fail of a joke. Before he could think of anything else to insult his own intelligence, he located his door and parked his suitcase next to it, sliding the card-key mechanically into the scanner by the door handle. It clicked opened just a smidge. The lights were on, and noises could be heard faintly, coming from somewhere inside. Roger sighed and entered the dorm.

"Hello?" He called, exasperated, "Hi, I live here now! Nice to meet you, invisible college patrons!" Roger threw his luggage on a nearby couch, upholstered with tacky 90's fabric that hurt his eyes. There was a muffled thud from the kitchen, though a wall partially covered it so that the source of the noise was not visible. Roger raised an eyebrow and peered around the corner.

What he saw did not make him happy.

"You think he saw us?"

"No, he couldn't of. I can't believe he's rooming with us! This is going to be so fun!"

Roger propped his head up on the bar, between the two chattering boys. "I beg to differ." Jack shrieked in surprise and Ralph just stood there, smiling dumbly.

"…" Roger frowned at him, and glanced down at Merridew to break the awkward eye contact. Jack was nursing a bruised head; he had banged it up against the cupboard jolly bad. Ralph gasped and stood back an inch.

"Surprise!" He yelled, throwing up some glitter he had apparently been holding in his hands. It was enough to make Edward Cullen proud. "Are you surprised Roger?!"

"…no."

"Awwww…." Ralph kicked at the glitter and looked downtrodden. "We tried so hard too…" Roger cocked his head to the side. Did they really now? He sighed and pushed Ralph over as well, so that he landed on top of Jack. The red-head coughed as the blonde landed on him. Vaulting over the counter-top, Roger planted his feet on Ralph's stomach and cleared his face of expression. Ralph punched at his feet, screeching profanity.

"I hate you." Roger stated. "I hate both of you."

"Aw, don't be that way, Roj." Jack spluttered from the bottom of the heap.

"Don't call me that." Roger grimaced, "I thought I told you last time never to call me that, ever ever again. My name is Roger."

"That's so hard to say!" Ralph complained. Roger leaped off of the two boys and let them get to their feet before replying.

"No, it's not. I'll start calling you names too if you keep it up."

"…Roj." Jack prodded. "….There, do I get a name now?"

Roger was taken aback by the stupidity. Over the summer, these two seemed to have gotten even dumber than before. "Sure. You're Jerk Merry-dump." He pointed to Ralph, "And you're just stupid." Without waiting for their reaction, Roger turned and retrieved his luggage, pulling it over to where he assumed the bunks were, and pushed the light wooden door open. He groaned in frustration.

The room was a complete and total mess. Even the unoccupied bunks were slopped up in some way or another. A thought occurred to Roger with a jolt. Ralph and jack pushed passed him and went into the trashy room, sifting through different piles of crud.

"How did you two get a room together?" He asked nervously, "I mean, aren't you two like…together, or something?"

"My dad's rich, dude." Jack laughed from the corner of the room. Somewhere in the slop, he had found a box of candy cigars and a pair of 2012 new year's glasses. He brandished both proudly, along with a pink feather boa wrapped tightly around his neck. "I can do anything I want."

"Yeah." Ralph exclaimed, muffled by a huge scarf that looked like it was attacking him, "anything."

"…Ok." Roger was becoming slightly peeved. "fantastic."

Of all the people he could've been roomed with! Why did it have to be these two?! Roger had thought that after high school, he'd be done with them. He'd been so excited at the prospect of college, at the thought of a new life where no one knew who he was and what he's done!

And they'd gone and ruined it all.

Ralph and Jack exchanged a dubious glance and took Roger by the elbows, towing him out of the dorm room while he was still mentally weeping.

"Let's go, Roj!" Jack shouted, pointing forward with his free hand, "We're going to show you around campus." He was still playing with the candy cigar in his mouth, still wearing the strange glasses and feather boa.

"Yeah." Ralph added cheerily. "We've had a lot of time to get to know the place. Our parents made us move out as soon as school ended!" He smiled dumbly once more. "Onward, young stallion!"

"I don't want to…" Roger muttered sadly. It wasn't often that he found himself sad. Only these two could make him this depressed.

This was going to be a very long year.

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So, how was it?

I apologize for Ralph being sooooo….OOC. He hit his head really hard when he was on the island, and is suffering from mental traumas. He also fell out of the boat. Twice. He's currently going to a therapist, though.

Yup. That's my alibi, and I'm sticking to it…Plus, you like funny Ralph, right? He's better that way.

Thanks for reading! Please tell me what you think!