"Jonah William Beck?" The girl at the desk called out. A man with brownish hair looked up from his magazine. "Jonas Beck!?" The girl at the desk called again. The eight-teen year old looked around the lobby room to notice no one else getting up nor looking. The boy put down the magazine, grabbed the bags beside him, and walked slowly to the 'desk girl.' The girl looked at the boy in front of her. "Are you Mister Jonas Beck?" The woman asked firmly, crossing her arms over her chest. The boy nodded, worried why he was getting that dead look from the girl he just met.

"You will be in dorm 205, and don't mess the room up" The girl said more firm, and handed Jonah a key with his dorm number on it. "T-Thank you" he stuttered before turning around, and walking down the hall. He went up to the second floor of the college, which was where all the 200 number dorms were. Jonah still didn't understand why the lady's tone went from happy and joyful to mad and angry. She looked at Jonah has if he murdered her own kid, or could see know.

"Oh, god. I hope the word hasn't spread" Jonah whispered to himself. The boy stopped in front of a door with the same number he had on his room key. "Room...205..." Jonah put the key in the hole, turned it, and walked in. He shut the door behind him, before looking in amazement at his room. He knew that when he was accepted to New York's local collage, it would be fancy, but not this fancy.

The floor was shining, and brown yellow, like gold. The beds before him were clean and had fancy, golden colored sheets and covers. Jonah laid his bags next to one of the beds, and analyzed his surroundings a bit more. Everything was clear until a young male got in his vision. "Hey there," the kid said with a wide smile. Jonah jumped backwards, making himself fall right on the bed.

"Oh, where are my manners?" The kid said with a chuckle. "I'm Cyrus Goodman." The boy held out his hand to Jonah. The boy on the bed looked at the boy's hand. "Uh..." Jonah hesitantly grabbed Cyrus' hand, and he was pulled up back to his feet. "I'm Jonah...Jonah Beck..."

"Oh, Your that-"

Please don't say it. Please don't say it.

"-Future all-star football player, right?" Cyrus Asked, his voice sounding like a Six year old girl. Jonah nodded slowly, and in his mind, was cheering in pure relief. "That's cool" Cyrus said, bouncing around. He then jumped on the bed where Jonah recently fell, and patted to the spot beside him. "Do you claim this bed?" Cyrus Asked with that wide smile still painted on his face.

No one can be that happy right?

"Uh...I mean...If you want the bed...I..." Jonah had no words. He just met this person, and did not want to make the impression that he was a total douchebag. "Don't worry about! We have two beds in here that are basically the same...I'll take that bed right there, and you can take this one!" Cyrus said.

Wow, that voice is...wow.

"Uh...thank you?" Jonah said, not knowing what else to say. "...I'm sorry, Cyrus...I can't hardly form a sentence properly...I'm just...I don't really talk to people who are so...nice...or being that impression. You, though...you don't seem like a total ass..." The boy beside him giggled. "Why, thank you!" Cyrus started. "And it's fine. I, myself, asn't gotten use to talking to people with such personality has you put on-" Cyrus' voice started to change from a six-year-old girl to a serious collage student. "-Usually all the people I meet are complete dickbags, but I learned to just smile and keep smiling..." Jonah nodded slowly in interest.

"Well, you sure have brought the impression that you're happy all the time...but...isn't that...tiring?" Jonah asked. Cyrus shook his head. "No, no...I don't lie when people ask me if I'm okay...I don't pretend to be okay also...I usually can talk to someone about my feelings...I go to a therapist" Cyrus explained.

"I have been thinking about going to a therapist. Actually, I went to a therapist before..." Jonah said.

Yeah, a gay conversion therapist.

Jonah sighed in pure frustration at his mind. Cyrus eyed the sudden angry boy beside him. "You okay, Jonah?"Cyrus Asked. Jonah looked at the boy, slightly shocked with his question. No one as asked him if he was okay. Not even his so called friends. "Yeah...Yeah...just thinking..." Jonah whispered. Cyrus nodded while getting up from his spot on the couch. "Hey, What classes do you have?" Cyrus Asked, while helping Jonah unpack. Jonah, who was a bit weirded out with the boy's actions, grabbed his schedule from his pocket. "Uh...First block I have...Physic Science with Miss Baker...second class I have math with Mister Long...Third, I have Sex Ed with Mister Quinn..." Cyrus grabbed the schedule out of Jonah's hands. "Sorry...it was just taking so long..." Cyrus apologized while scanning the scheldule.

"Hell Yeah!" Cyrus said excitedly. "We have all classes together, except one!"

"Cool. At least I'll have someone in the classes that I know" Jonah said, genuinely.

"Yeah...here's Yeah scheldule back...You need any help with unpacking?" Cyrus Asked. Jonah shook his head. "No. I only have clothes and my phone...I don't think I need help...Thank you anyway" Jonah responded.

"No problem, hey I saw this amazing pizza place downtown if you wanna meet there for dinner" Cyrus said.

"Sure..." Jonah responded with a smile, before Cyrus walked away.

I thought he'd never leave. Oh, just wait until he finds out what you did at only 17.

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A/N: This 'college' is more of a 'boarding school', but...

I hope you enjoy this new Andi make love fanfic...THIS ISNT A JYRUS STORY...there may be possible Jyrus shit though because...yeah...but this isn't about Jyrus.