A1
Move in day; it was something that Charles had been dreading for weeks. It wasn't the thought of being separated from his family, particularly his sister, Raven, that bothered him, but the thought of living in close quarters with a complete stranger that terrified him the most. Since he'd be heading to university essentially alone, he had never me the person he'd been assigned as a roommate.
Erik Lehnsherr.
He'd received an email shortly after registering indicating the hall he'd been living with as well as his roommate. Unfortunately, the email hadn't come with any contact information on said roommate. He'd even tried googling him and came up short; no Facebook page, no twitter account, not even so much as a Myspace page or some kind of credit score report. He could be moving in with a serial killer for all he knew.
As he walked up the three flights of stairs leading to room 312A in Stewart Hall, carrying only two suitcases and a shoulder bag, he couldn't figure a way to cope with the pit like feeling forming at the pit of his stomach. When he came to stand in front of his door, he let out a shaky breath before withdrawing his room key from his pocket and unlocking the door.
No one else was there; just the boxes his parents had shipped for him. He let the door shut behind him and set his suitcases by his bed, smiling as he sat his hand on the box reading "Charles Xavier's Books" in his father's heavy handed cursive. The dorm room wasn't that small; the walls were awful though—all off-white brick. He looked around before setting down his other suitcase and dropping off his shoulder bag on the bed.
"Are you Charles?"
Charles turned to see a handsome man, adorning dark brown hair and striking blue eyes, that looked around his age, maybe a year or so older, standing in the doorway, keys dangling in his hand.
Charles nodded, "Yes, I'm Charles."
The other guy held his hand out, "Erik."
Charles smiled and stepped closer before shaking it, "Nice to meet you."
"Likewise," Erik let go and crossed into the room, "Are those your boxes?"
God, he was attractive. Charles made note of the faint accent and looked to them, "Yeah," he smiled and unzipped a suitcase, hanging things up in the wardrobe on his side of the room.
"What on earth do you have in them?"
Charles smiled to himself as he dusted off his best jacket, "My books."
"Books?" Erik raised an eyebrow, "Don't tell me you're one of those literature nuts."
Charles laughed before emptying the rest of his clothes into his drawers, "No, I'm not."
"Then what's with the books?"
Charles opened up the first box and began lining the books on the shelves of the small nightstand beside his bed, "I'm a genetics major; there's a lot to read."
"A genetics major, huh?" Erik was putting his clothes away now, "Why genetics?"
Charles smiled, "They're just fascinating; what about you?"
"What about me?"
Everything. Charles bit his lip before asking, "What's your major?"
"Oh," Erik closed his drawers and looked down, "I'm unsure."
"About your major?"
"About everything."
The room got quiet. Charles felt a pang inside his chest; why did those words bother him like this? He barely knew Erik. Sure, the man was attractive, but he didn't know much about him at all.
"Hey!"
The pair of them turned to look at the door to see some guy in sunglasses standing in the doorway, "Are you guys going to the party at the delta beta phi house?"
"What?" Charles raised a brow, "We're not even-"
"A party sounds great," Erik straightened up, "Where did you say it was?"
"Delta beta phi," the other boy smiled, "Hi, I'm Scott."
Erik shook his hand, "I'm Erik and this is Charles."
Charles nodded as Scott continued speaking, "My brother Alex and I were going to head over around dusk and we needed a DD; either of you interested?"
Erik turned to look at Charles. Charles let out a sigh, "I suppose I could…"
"Alright, dude, you are the best!" Scott grinned, "Alex and I will meet you here in a few hours!" Then he was gone.
Charles turned to look at his roommate before shaking his head and going back to line up his books on their shelf.
"What?"
"Nothing," Charles shook his head, "I just didn't take you for the party type."
Erik laughed, "We just met."
Charles smiled to himself before turning to look at his roommate, "Let me just say that I'm good with people."