Jean walked down the hallway of his parents giant home. He found his room and practically threw himself onto the queen sized bed. Whenever his parents fought he usually just hid in his room until the coast was clear. They basically fought whenever they were in the same room for more than 5 minutes. They would never get a divorce though...it would make them look bad, and god forbid if someone didn't think they had a perfect family.

Jean rolled around on his bed until he had a pillow and wrapped around his head to imitate earmuffs and muffle the sound of their screams that just kept getting louder. He never felt like a son to them but more of a house guest that stayed there for 18 years.

Tomorrow was his first day of college and god was he looking forward to it. This meant that he would only have to deal with his parents during holidays and summer breaks. His dad made him go into business, and he didn't really mind because he knew that he already had millions of dollars from his grandfather's will. Jean was like the son he never got, and he was like the dad he never had so naturally Jean stayed at his house almost 24/7 going home only to sleep.

Jean always used photography as his get away after his grandfather died. Luckily he had a beautiful field with tons of tulips and wild flowers that grew back every year. The long gorgeous field that lead out into a giant forest of trees, birds, and deer. When he was around 13 or 14 his grandfather gifted him his camera, the beautiful Yashica Electro 35.

When Jean was a kid and his parents fought he would always ride is bike to grandpa's house and they would talk about how he is gonna be able to leave for college someday and probably never comeback.

Jean grew up with no friends, his parents always told him he pushes them away and his granddad told him that he was too good for them anyway. So thats how he grew up...with grandpa as his only friend. That was until ninth grade when he passed away...his grandma three months later, after that he had absolutely nothing and he realised that he did push people away and that he should change to get through these last years of hell. Yet the only thing that his grandpa told him that he will choose to keep in mind and hold with him forever is to never change for anyone, that includes my daughter and her pretty boy.

Jean eventually fell asleep with a smile on his face remembering the good times with grandpa and reminding himself that he is gonna leave tomorrow. Telling his grandpa in his heart that he made it and that this is the day we've been looking forward to for years.

The next morning Jean was the first one up, his bags having been packet for days finally could be loaded into his 67' Chevy impala. Figuring that he could just get breakfast on the way he headed off after saying good-bye to his dad and his beer bottles on the couch and his mom in her room. He started the car and heard the engine roar. He pulled out of the driveway and headed to the nearest starbucks. With the parking lot nearly empty he pulled in and got his coffee and pastries. Then he was officially on his way to freedom.

With a 3 hour drive ahead of him, he blasted his my chemical romance playlist and started to sing along. The drive seemed a lot shorter that way.

When he finally got there he popped open the trunk and grabbed his suitcase. He headed for his dormitory having memorized his schedule out of temptation. He walked through the glass doors and headed to the front desk, a woman with shoulder length red hair and auburn eyes was sitting typing away at a computer. He stepped closer.

"Hello" He glanced at her name tag " "

She glanced up at him.

"Hey there" She said with a smile."It looks like you're the first one here! Can i get your name?"

Jean Kirstein" He smiled back."Do you mind telling me what floor I could find my room on?"

"Sure what number is it?"

"Uh…" He pulled his I.D card out of his pocket. "...69"

"That would be floor 3" She stated handing him a key."Anything else dear?"

"No that'll be it" He smiled "thank you Mrs. Ral"

"Oh please you could just call me Petra."

"Alright then, thank you Petra" He added a little bow at the end for kicks.

She giggled and he headed for the elevator. He rode up to his floor and walked down the hall until he saw room number 69. Of course he just had to end up with room 69. If Jaeger ever found out about this...we're gonna have a problem on our hands.

He opened the door and saw a dest mirroring a desk and a bed mirroring a bed along with a dresser mirroring a dresser, even a hallway mirroring a hallway. He put his things down on the bed to his right and sat next to it. He opened the front pocket of his suitcase to find the packet with all of his information in it. He had a roommate Marco Bodt, he didn't know the first thing about this guy, and soon they were going to be sleeping in the same room.

Two minutes later almost on cue, a tall freckled man opened the door.

"I'm assuming you're Marco"

"And I'm assuming you're Jean" he flinched when he said his name wrong.

"John" He corrected

"What?"

"Its french its pronounced like John" He looked up at him.

"Gotcha" He huffed and dropped his bags on his bed.

"What's up with you?" He asked slightly annoyed.

"I just drove like 6 hours only to trip and embarrass myself in front of like 12 people...they all laughed."

Jean laughed. Marco sat up with a smile on his flushed face.

"It's not that funny!"

"It is kinda funny" He breathed.

"So, have you looked around yet?" Marco asked obviously talking about the two mysterious hallways.

"No, I got here like 3 minutes before you did."

"Well then how bout a little exploration." Marco said standing up and stretching, his tee-shirt rising up just enough to expose his toned stomach.

Jean stood up and began walking down the hall, closest to his bed, Marco walking close behind. They reached a door, Jean pushed it open. There was a bathroom, with tiled floor a porcelain tub, a huge shower head, and a sink.

"Woah expensive bathroom…" Marco said over Jean's shoulder, Jean felt his warm breath on his neck that sent shivers through his body.

"Its not too crazy expensive." Jean said in return.

"Are you kidding!? All I had back home was a shared bathroom with my siblings with a crappy walk in shower and a sink." Marco stated shocked with Jeans response.

"Damn…I had a huge bathroom to myself." Jean said looking at the toilet with a view outside. "At least we got a good shittin view."

"Ha...Yeah I guess"

"So how bout' the other hallway?"

Marco started to walk the other way and a Jean noticed how toned his back was.

"Woah...Its a really tiny kitchen."

Jean had to walk around Marco to get a better was a tiny stove with a sink and a couple of cabinets as well as a little fridge. Across the room there was a table and a couple of chairs against the wall looking out another window.

"Well...one of us is gonna have to go shopping." Jean stated with his hands on his hips turning around looking at Marco leaning against the door frame.

"I think I'm gonna take a nap, if you don't mind" he started rubbing the back of his neck looking guilty and innocent."I've been up since three thanks to my sister attempting to make me a going away breakfast"

"Nah I don't mind I only had a three hour drive. Minus the sibling awakening due to the fact that i have zero siblings." He sighed jingling his keys in his pocket.

"Sorry...I could go-"Jean cut him off.

"No I'll go, its okay you can sleep"

Marco yawned stretching, again flashing his stomach. "Thanks man"

"Yeah don't mention it." He walked through the hallway out the door, and marco started to put his stuff away.

He walked through the building down the elevator and out the glass doors. He hopped in the car and typed giant eagle into the GPS. And was on his way.

When he got there he grabbed a cart and began shopping. He picked up eggs, a carton of milk, couple boxes of mac n cheese, ramen, cereal, pots, pans, spoons, etc. He figured they wouldn't be eating in all the time so he just got more of the essentials and then he was done. He went to a self checkout, scanned all his items and swiped his card. He paid and left. All in under an hour.

He figured he would let marco sleep more. So he went to starbucks for some coffee, he sat in with his laptop. He just scrolled on tumblr to kill another hour or so. Before he left he got another coffee and a latte for Marco.

When he got back marco was still sleeping so he just put his latte on his desk and started to unpack the groceries and what not. It was already two o'clock and he was pretty hungry and figured Marco would be too.

"God I feel like a housewife…" He sighed to himself.

He washed a pot and a couple of bowls and started to boil water for maceroni. Then he washed everything else and finished the maceroni. He walked out to get marco up but he was sitting up staring at his latte.

"Is that for me?" He pointed confused.

"Yeah, nice bed head" Jean commented.

"You honestly didn't have to spend your money on me" He said stretching.

"Dont worry about it I got plenty." He started to put his clothes away.

"Thanks…" Marco said taking a sip, nodding in approval, and headed towards the kitchen.

"Oh theres mac n cheese if you want some!" Jean yelled down the hallway.

"Cool, thanks again man!" Marco yelled in response.

When Jean was done with his clothes he joined marco. He got a bowl and filled it with the cheesy, creamy substance. And sat across from his new friend.

"So how are the beds?" Jean asked trying to start conversation.

"Uh...not the best." Marco said laughing to himself "It took me like a half an hour to fall asleep."

"Damn. Tonights gonna be fun." Jean said mostly to himself.

"Hah thanks for this again its really good." Marco said motioning to the Latte that was basically empty now.

"Yeah anything from starbucks is really good."

When they were finished Marco washed their dishes and they both went about their day laughing and getting to know each other.