Jazz bounded forward towards his new home for the next few months. He knew he shouldn't be this excited to be going to school since it wasn't exactly his thing, being too prestigious and all, but then again he wasn't exactly coming because of his grades.

But rather because this school focused on special traits of their students over their overall academic studies. Though those classes were still mandatory. He was just content that he was going to be able to focus mainly on his so called musical talents that got him a scholarship to this private school in the first place.

He slowed down his pace to something more casual as he pushed his sunglasses up further on the bridge of his nose. Casting glances around to get a quick lay out of what was outside in front of the school.

Few acres of just land and a few just empty sports fields filling the closer areas around the three massive buildings towering up ahead of him.

He clutched the slip of paper he had been given much early by the administrator of the school when he had been interviewed to attend there. Jazz followed the group of students as they entered the building in the center of the campus, following the multiple signs that pointed in the direction of the main office.

Poking his head in, Jazz saw that the office was particularly empty before stepping in and walking to the counter. Where a young women attended to him, asking for his name, birthday, and other basics before handing a printed schedule of all his classes to him along with a key card for his dorm room.

Keeping in mind that his classes would begin in one week, giving him a chance to settle in and get used to these new surroundings

Now came Jazz's next obstacle of finding his dorm and his new roommate for the school year. Hauling his bags he exited the center building and headed to where he assumed were the dorms which was the building to the left.

Glancing down at the key card he memorized the number, 203. He walked down the hall, seeing the low numbers of the dorms he headed towards the flight of stairs and began his trek up, passing two floor before reaching the floor that had its numbers between 150-220. Jazz began to hum a soft tune to an upbeat song as he made his way through the hall until he reached his destination. Room 203, he had also noticed that on his way there, there were quite a few students greeting each other and walking in and out of different dorms.

Sliding the key card through the lock, Jazz waited until it flashed green before turning the knob and opening the room. To where he was greeted by the backside of another student bent over doing something out of his sight. Clearing his throat, he smiled as he watched the student jump up in surprise and hit his head on the top bunk.

Wincing the student rubbed at his head and tossed a deadly glare at Jazz who was struggling very hard to keep his snickers in.

Managing to keep his composure, Jazz gave a wide smile and held his hand out. "Ah'm Jasper, Eden. Ya can just call me Jazz though. Everyone does."

The other student studied this new Jasper, Jazz, guy. Making notes to himself, short kept hair, too baggy clothes so he couldn't tell his build, dark skin, roughly his own height. Taking the offered hand the student spoke, "Adam, Adam Powell. I would have liked meeting you without you startling me in our first encounter."

Jazz didn't bother to stop his chuckle as he nodded and Adam a once over. Noticing the red streak of hair that stood out amongst the dark brown hair and contrasted against the pale man's looks. "Adam huh? Not good, ya got any nicknames?" He tossed his bag up onto the top bunk to be dealt with later as he leaned against the bottom bunk. Casually ignoring the questioning look from his roommate.

"I don-." Adam started off before he was abruptly cut off by an over excited guy coming into the room and heading towards Adam.

"Prowl! Smokey and I got lucky and got our own room this year, we're on this floor too. We're just a few rooms down. My schedule sucks this year, didn't get anything really interesting. Oh and don't get mad but Smokey has already started a little gambling ring in the room of the guy in front of us, uh I can't remember his name but he seems pretty stingy if you were to ask me." The new student barely stopped to take a breath as he suddenly became aware of Jazz's presence. "Oh Hi! You must be Prowl's new roommate! I'm Brandon Phet, I'm his brother, yeah I know we don't have the same last names but me Smokey and Prowl all have different fathers. But um..you can just call me Blue."

Jazz raised an eyebrow at Adam before his smile split into a grin, "Well well Prowl, why didn't ya tell meh earlier that ya had yer brothers here too! I'm Jasper by the way but I prefer to go by Jazz if ya don't mind."

Prowl let out a annoyed huff and raised his hand to silence his brother before he even spoke. " First of all, I prefer Adam thank you very much Jasper. And secondly, Blue how did you even get into the room? It requires the key card to get in?"

Blue waved off his brother's question, most of his attention now on Jazz, "What is your talent? I have dead center aim so they're trying to get me to work with guns and stuff but I don't want to because guns can hurt someone. Uh yeah, so you?"

Jazz smiled and moved into a dramatic pose while watching Blue's face. "Ah'm am here to work with music, Ah have a talent for the fine arts for that kind of stuff."

"Oh that's cool, you'll get to work with some cool guys. I would love to stay and chat all day but um I would rather keep my tongue. Bye!" Blue quickly did an about face and nearly ran at a full sprint out of the room, much to Jazz's confusion since he did not see Prowl's icy cold glare.

"Ah never did ask you, Prowler. What are yer talents?" Jazz turned to face his roommate who had stopped glaring but held a stoic face as they made eye contact.

"I don't have any one specific talent. I am here because I excel at almost everything." Prowl spoke evenly as he moved from his standing position and sat down on his bed. Moving some of his clothes that he had been folding to the side so he didn't wrinkle them by sitting on them.

"Ah, so yer one of those super smart people huh?" Jazz pursed his lips and nods, "Well you'll be a good friend for me since I usually don't do to well in my other classes."

"If you need the help then so be it, I will assist you but for now can we just finish our unpacking and get some rest." Prowl cast a glance up at the standing man.

"Aw yer no fun Prowler." Jazz grinned as he watched Prowl twitch his eye at his newly appointed nickname but kept his mouth shut. "Fine fine, Ah'm goin'" He climbed up the ladder steps up to the top bunk. Tossing his bag down to the ground. Not bothering to unpack a single article of clothing. He also couldn't see the way Prowl just stared up at the bottom of the top bunk.

"Wait. Sleep? Ya gonna sleep this early? It's like six in the afternoon!" Jazz gaped as he peeked down over the side of his bed to stare at his roommate upside down. "Ya an early bird aren't ya. I can already tell. Well I'm yer exact opposite, I am a night owl!"

"Then this is going to difficult to get accustomed to." Prowl nodded and continued to fold his clothes up before putting them in his own dresser to the side. "As long as you don't keep me up too late at night we shouldn't have a problem. But if you do, I have no problem in leaving you locked out of the room while I rest."

"Ya seem to be a silent but deadly guy to meh. I like ya, oh before I forget. Since it's my first year comin' would ya mind showing me around the school." Pulling out a small piece of paper out of his pocket before holding it out the man below him. "Here's my schedule."

Nodding, he took the crumpled up paper and looked at each of the classes. "Seems you got very lucky, you seem to be in all of my classes except for my last one but everyone's is practically different depending of your talents of course. But I can show you around tomorrow in the afternoon."

Prowl carefully sat down on his bed as he tilted his head up to look at the dark skinned man, "I would do it early but unfortunately, my brothers have already made me promise to go out with them to the town."

"Ah, that's fine. I'll just, well I'll just figure that out." Jazz smiled turned to a pout as he sat back up correctly on his own bed.

"Something wrong?" Prowl frowns.

" Ah regret staying like that for too long. All my blood went to my head." Groaning and falling back to lay on his bed, he tossed his arm over his eyes. "Hey Prowler, the room spinning for ya too?"

"Adam. And that is not my fault at all." Prowl rolled his eyes as he once again got up and walked to the only desk in the side of the room and picked up one of the books lying there before returning to his bed.

"Prowler? Not going to help meh at all? Ya are mean."

Prowl rolled his eyes, able to hear the fake sadness in his voice without seeing his face. "You are not exactly a child Jasper. But if you want me to..baby you then so be it. Just remember that you are the one that asked for it."

"No no! It's okay, Ah never said anything!" He jolted up into a sitting position. "I'll just keep my mouth shut till tomorrow." As he said that he reached into his pocket he pulled out his smart phone and his earphone. Plugging them in before he set some music to play.

Nodding at the sudden silence, Prowl opened up his book to a book marked page and began to read.

The next morning came all to quickly that when Prowl opened his eyes only to see blurry words way too close to his eyes to even be legible. He lifted the book off his face and slowly moved into a sitting position while stretching his arms out. Glancing over, he caught sight of the clock which read 9:26.

Groaning caught his attention as he stood up, only to bump into Jazz's hanging legs from the top bunk. Releasing a soft sigh Prowl carefully maneuvered Jazz's legs back onto the bed, noticing that he didn't even make any type of reaction to the touch or movement. "Heavy sleeper."

Shaking his head, he began to make his way to the room's bathroom before a quick succession of knocks had him turning around and heading to the door instead. "Hold on, I'll be right there. Give me a second."

Unlocking and opening the door, Prowl looked up to face his older brother's eyes. "Samuel? I'm surprised that Blue isn't with you right now."

Samuel raised an eyebrow and stepped in past his brother, "He's finishing up getting ready. Have you even seen how you look like right now? You seem to define a bad hair day." A soft chuckle leaving him as he casually leaned against the desk, "I would have guessed you would have been ready like two hours ago."

"I stayed up a bit later than I first expected to, I got caught up in a book and I didn't even notice when I had started to fall asleep." Prowl sheepishly ran his hand through his hair in a vain attempt to flatten his hair out.

"Can't a guy get some sleep here." A muffled voice from the top bunk came out before Jazz lifted his head up. His glasses barely hanging onto his right ear, showing Samuel and Prowl the groggy green eyes that were watching them.

"That's the Jasper I've heard so much about from Blue huh." Samuel chuckled and got off the desk and walked to the bunk beds and extended his hand up to Jazz who was struggling to wake himself up completely. "I'm Samuel, but you can call me Smokey."

"Nice ta meet ya Smokey, Ah'm Jazz." He spoke once he got a full sense of himself and then shook Smokey's hand while wearing a broad smile.

"Hey you aren't doing anything right?" Smokey watched the dark skinned man shook his head, "Then why don't you come with us to town, we're just going to go get some food then walk around for a bit, might go to an arcade if Blue can convince Mr. Grumpy here to go with us. How about it?"

Giving himself a minute to think about it, seeing no downsides he shrugged. "Sure, I don't see why not" Grinning Jazz turned to look at Prowl. "Looks like we'll be getting to know each other a little better Prowler."

Prowl suppressed a small smile that tried to make its appearance, "So it seems."