Dib cranked up the stereo in his car and sighed. Today was going to be rough, he already knew. The raven-haired, deathly pale, 19 year old leaned his head back into the seat of his car and crumpled his nose in disgust. A roommate. Fucking really.

* 'Dad, oh my god. You're torturing me on purpose! What have I done to you to deserve this?' Dib groaned and banged his head on the kitchen table. 'Tut tut son!' his father replied rather cheerfully. 'This is a chance for you to make a friend! And hopefully he'll show you a thing or two about REAL science!' His father held up a gloved finger in victory. Dib could feel him smiling behind his collar of his white lab coat. Secretly rolling his eyes with a groan, he mumbled 'I don't need friends.'

'Quit complaining, Dib. You're making my eyes bleed.' his purple-haired sister growled at him. She sat across the large, wooden kitchen table, tapping away at her 3DS like always. She'd be attending the same college as him, but she had her dorm all to herself. It just wasn't fair.

The raven rolled his head so his cheek rested on the table instead of his forehead and let out a heafty sigh. His gangly figure hung limply off the table and on his chair, his body clearly showing how depressed he was about the situation. Obviously, petty fits and puppy dog eyes did no good with his father, and he found himself packing up the very same day. *

Not only would he have to deal with all the people in his classes, but now he couldn't even have the privacy he desperately needed in his own dorm room. Sighing for the fifth time that morning, Dib pressed the gas pedal and drove to his college dorm room.

The beats in his music cheered him up slighlty on his way to the complex he'd be staying in, but when he got out of the car it was a different story. Guys and girls bustled around the outside, saying goodbyes, talking on phones, meeting up with friends, unloading things. The noise level was high enough for Dib to get a slight, pulsating headache. He slammed the trunk of his car and shrugged his large backpack of junk over his shoulder. He made his way through the noisy crowd outside to the double doors of his complex.

The raven supressed a growl as a chick bumped into his shoulder while running through the door to get to her boyfriend, whom she immediately started to kiss passionately, not bothering with a simple "Sorry." Dib rolled his eyes in disgust and trudged down the wide, red carpeted hallway of the building.

Dib never meant to attract attention to himself - somehow it found him. Part of it was probably the way he dressed. He had several piercings in both his ears, along with a black jacket three sizes too big for him and heavy, black combat boots fit with different buckles. Maybe it was also because he was so tall, height ran strong in the Membrane family. Or maybe it was just that he had shit-luck and the fact he gave off an aura that said "Go away, I really don't care." made people interested in him. He didn't really know, but he was stopped for a fourth time in the hallway by yet another classmate from high school. Dib would smile forcefully and chuckle weakly, then zoom off when they were done rambling about nothing. 203 203 203, he repeated in his mind, desperate to get away from all the noise. Finally he found his room in the rows of doors and opened it with the key he had received.

Upon entering, he found a white walled, tan carpeted and nicely sized room. There was a bathroom to his far left and the beds, one on either wall, to his right. There was a small, flat screen tv on the wall that the bathroom door was on. Two beanbag chairs, one white and one black, were propped up on the same wall, ready to be pulled out and used. There were two dressers at the foot of the beds. Everything about the right side of the room was symmetrical - except for the guy sitting on the bed farthest from the front door. He had a purple-ish grey suitcase beside him on the bed. Dib shut the door behind him and did not look at his roommate, but instead grumbled internally about having one.

Dammit, fucking roommate. Fucking room. Why isn't there some kind of divider between our sides of the room? Why am I so anti-social. I'm being really fucking rude right now.

Dib set his heavy backpack on his beige colored bed spread and sat down, setting his full attention to unpacking.

His roommate, to his surprise, was quiet as well. The air around them choked with awkward tension, but Dib tried his best to ignore it. He tacked up his constellation map above his bed. The dark blue color comforted him. Not only was it his favorite color, but it was also homey. His room back at home was full of this stuff. Astronomy had always been his thing. Soon stars filled the raven's side of the room, and he felt more comfortable with his surroundings. He sat back on his bed and smiled at his walls. It was when he was finished unpacking everything of his that he noticed the noises coming from the other side of the room. Metalic scraping, clanking too.

Just what the hell is he doing?

Dib glanced back behind him, and to his relief, his roommate had his back turned to the him. He could now observe the guy he'd be spending the next year or two with. Quietly, he maneuvered on his bed to face the stranger and survey him carefully. He was definitely working on something, but it was hidden from Dib's view, so he put his curiosity of that aside and he took in the sight of this new human. He had long, black hair that seemed to have a green tint to it, and it stood up a little spikey in the front. He was tanner than Dib, of course, everyone was tanner than Dib. He looked short, but through his tight, faded, red muscle shirt he could see finely toned muscles working. Also his arms were twisted somewhat elegantly with muscles. The raven couldn't help but stare in a bit of an envious way at the smaller male's body type. Dib wasn't weak, he just didn't have muscle to show. He also noticed the stranger's tight, black jeans, much like his own, and how they tightened around his thighs. He sat cross-legged on his bed, still working away at whatever he had in front of him.

Dib wondered how long he had been staring at his roommate and he chuckled aloud, wondering what someone would think if they saw him.

"Shut up." came a growl from the other side of the room. Dib was taken aback.

Uh, excuse me, what the fuck did you just say?

"Huh?" came the unintelligent answer Dib could muster.

"Shut. Up." growled his roommate again, more irritated than the first time. "Know what that means?" he had stopped working and partially turned his head, pointing his ear to Dib. He was waiting for an answer.

This little bitch.

"Yeah I know what it fucking means." Dib snapped back.

"Then get to it. Asshole."

Oh hell no.

Oh hell no.