Lance loves being the center of attention, but in the wide empty halls of college far from home he wished he knew someone. Lance isn't good at showing his true self to people but it's what he craved. He wanted to be close to someone, closer than ever before. Here it seems like no one cares about his cocky cover up to deep feelings. Everyone already has there groups of friends since Lance started this term later than everyone else. He walks down the halls trying to find chemistry class. In such an unfamiliar place he felt so alone and exposed. Just then a tall boy with black hair bustles into the hall carrying a countless number of paint supplies. Thin arms bearing the colorful load. The boys supplies was piled high to his face, making it hard for Lance to see his face, and hard for him to see where he was walking. His blacked out converse untied.
"Fuck!" the boy screeches as he drops the supplies right on Lance. Lance couldn't move, the boy was scrambling at his feet as the red paint spilled out onto Lance's new shoes. Now Lance had something to say.
"MY NEW SHOES! What the hell man! Watch where you're going!" Lance knew he could have completely avoided the boy but his feet were locked in place.
"I'm so s- sorry." The boy looks up at him stuttering. His long messy black mullet suited him and his sharp cheekbones. The boy looked genuinely sorry trying to clean it up and running off to get paper towels.
"I will be right back." He states. Lance waits for a little bit wasting more class time, he really should be bell rings signaling next class starts, Lance looks down at his phone and checks his schedule, next class engineering. He wanted to go to that class, Lance looks around in the now crowded halls for the red paint mullet boy but he's nowhere to be found. Lance looked at his ruined vans. Blotches of red soaking into the grey material and staining the laces. Great! Lance reluctantly leaves the boys mess. Down the hall was engineering he heard from some classmates passing by and joins them.
"Hey, I heard something about engineering? I'm in that class." Lance states starting conversation.
The big guy laughs. "Yeah we are the best of the class, completely serious about our work. So messy artists like you," He gestures towards his shoes "Shouldn't get in our way." The group of three laugh. Lance stops and lets the people pass him by. Why were people so rude. Lance walks again into the class finding two seats open. He chooses the far back one next to a nice looking guy with a yellow headband on his forehead. He looked friendlier than the other kids earlier.
"Hey I'm Hunk!" Right as Lance sets his stuff down.
"I'm Lance." Lance smiles reaching out his hand to shake. Hunk grabs something out of his bag and hands it to Lance's open hand. Lances looks at the Dorito in his hand and laughs to himself. Hunk and him would hopefully be quick friends after accepting his Dorito offering of peace.
"So where are you from?" Lance whispers during roll-call.
"I was born in Maui, Hawaii, but grew up mostly in Florida. Now i'm here at LSU!" Hunk whispers excitedly "How bout you?" Hunk says offering another chip and his mouth full.
"Born and raised in Kanab, Utah! It's right by all those national parks like Bryce canyon and Zion." Lance blurts laughing. It wasn't a big city but he liked his hometown.
"Niceee." Hunk adds, class is about to start and he had made a friend. Glad with his success he can focus and forget about his stress. He was going to find the paint boy and speak his mind later. For now he's going to catch up on class.