Bags grabbed, some sorrowful goodbyes exchanged, and a car door shut. Pitch stared up at the building, letting out a heavy sigh before walking in. He was finally in college, after four dreadful years of high school he was finally here and more than ready to get started. Today, though, he would just be moving into his dorm with his, more-than-likely to be unfamiliar, roommate. He didn't look forward to meeting them since social interaction wasn't his best skill, nor did he want to make it that. He mainly planned to just go in, meet them, and proceed to ignore them as much as he could manage for as long as possible and hope that they wouldn't mind. That was a good plan, he thought, walking up to get his key.

Receiving it he found that he was on the top floor and the only way to get there was by the stairs. Wonderful. Wasting no time, he pulled his bags behind him, trudging along and silently cursing this inconvenience. Each step felt like a mountain, especially with the heavy bags behind him, but he continued venturing upwards until finally he made it. He rested at the doorway for a short moment, taking heavy breaths, and went on to find his room. He held the keys tightly in his hand and walked down the hallway, glancing at each door. He mumbled quiet "No's" as he walked by each one until he was met with the one door he was looking for. It was already slightly open and he furrowed his brows. His roommate was already here. His curiosity kicked in a bit, driving him to push the door open more so he could get inside and see who his roommate was. His eyes widened for a quick moment before they narrowed into a disappointed and frustrated glare. Of all people it had to be him.

Messy bleached hair and mischievous blue eyes that held an equally unhappy glare; it all added up to none other than Jackson Overland Frost, the ultimate trickster, notorious for pranking the hell out of Pitch in high school. Pitch couldn't have imagined a worse pick for a roommate and groaned angrily under his breath. These two held a strong dislike for each other, despite being unable to remember why. All they knew was that their relationship consisted of ridiculous yet infuriating pranks that led to Pitch snapping and scolding Jack, fueling the other to continue his tricks tenfold. This year would be an absolute mess.

"You have got to be kidding me." Jack muttered, staring daggers at the taller man.

"As if I'm happy to room with you." Pitch hissed in reply. Jack rolled his eyes and looked down at the sketchbook in his lap and continued whatever doodles he was working on as Pitch placed his bags on the free bed. He frowned. Jack took the one by the window. Brushing off the disappointment, he pulled a book from his shoulder bag and sat down on the mattress and began reading. He could unpack later.

Jack stole a glance at the other for a short moment before he looked back up completely. He had gotten mildly curious as to what Pitch was reading and squinted his eyes for a moment to read the title. 'All Quiet On the Western Front? Sounds lame.' He thought.

"Looks like a boring book."

"Maybe to you, considering you lack the capacity to even comprehend decent literature."

"Excuse me?" Jack scoffed, "Weren't you the one who wanted to get away from Burgess and go to some big college or whatever? Yet you're here in this lame, little school. If anyone isn't smart it's obviously you." Pitch laughed at this.

"Don't be daft, Jack. I could've if I chose to but maybe I wanted to stay by home for my own personal reasons." And just like this they began to bicker.

It felt like they'd being going at it forever, yet only some number of minutes passed as they shot their arguments back and forth. They were most definitely at each other's throats by now.

"Of all people I can't believe I got stuck with you!"

"Oh you're mad? I have to deal with your childish antics throughout this whole bloody school year! Why don't you learn to grow up?!"

"Because, unlike some people, I know how to have fun!"

"Well you know what, Frost? Your 'fun' annoys everyone! You are the biggest nuisance and I can't believe I have to put up with it all year! I can't even begin to explain how much I loathe you and your stupid tricks. You are infuriating, immature, and the most aggravating waste of a person I have ever met! My life would've been so much easier if you'd just minded your own business and stayed out of it." Pitch growled.

Though the words came from Pitch, the comments hit Jack somewhere where it actually stung. His fists clenched and his eyebrows knitted together, some odd mix of anger and hurt filling him. He was not a waste of a person! He wasn't… The statement only began to hurt more and Jack new this was getting out of hand.

"I don't care how much you hate me, but a waste of a person? You need to learn when to shut your mouth…" Jack finished, staring angrily at the other. He a huff, he looked away and lied down to watch the ceiling.

Pitch realized what he'd said and began feel guilt in the smallest proportions, though he wouldn't openly admit it. Instead he looked down with slight shame and remained silent. The quietness fell over the two once more and they sat like this for god knows how long. All they knew was that the sky had taken to a rich orange hue, signaling that the sun had begun to set. It was then that the silence was finally broken.

"I'm sorry…" Pitch mumbled.

"What?"

"I'm sorry. That was a rude comment on my part, and I apologize for it."

"It's fine."

"I was just…mad. You aren't a waste, alright? I didn't mean it."

"Pitch. It's fine… really." He rolled over to face Pitch, sitting up. "You don't have to keep apologizing. I get it." He gave a small and awkward smile, unsure of really how to interact with this side of the other.

Pitch, on the other hand, only sighed, still looking down. He intertwined his fingers and twiddled his thumbs, sitting in this uncomfortable atmosphere of theirs and thinking. Perhaps their bickering was getting out of hand. Why were they even fighting anyways? What was the point of arguing over some petty, high school disagreement that neither of them could even remember? They are in college for Pete's sake! Maybe it was time for them to stop.

"You know, Jack… We've been doing this for a while, this whole fighting thing, and I can't even recall when it all began. I think we've said all that we can and maybe we should try to just… Stop?" He suggested.

"You're kidding right."

"No I'm not actually. We keep doing this and it's grown old and pointless, and I don't think either of us wants anymore nasty comments slipping again." Jack chuckled a little at the suggestion. A truce was rather unexpected. An apology was enough for him, but a whole truce? He wasn't sure how to feel about it and yet he was still tempted. Maybe they should stop, but all they knew was how to disagree. He wished there was no harm in trying, but there was. Then again, there was always a little fun in risk, right?

"Okay… So, this is a truce right?" Jack asked.

"Yes it is."

"Then okay. We stop fighting and try to get along. Especially since we'll be, you know, living together for a while." Jack chuckled and walked over to Pitch, holding his hand out. "Let's shake on it. Make it official." Pitch shook it without question and just like that, their truce was made. How long it would last, neither of them knew, but somehow they both decided that maybe all of this could work out. Perhaps that year wouldn't be as long as originally expected.