Disclaimer: I do not own anything in this. Star Trek is owned by J.J. Abrams and Gene Roddenberry.
"Oof!"
James Kirk dropped a box on his bed, in his new dorm room.
By the looks of it, his roomie had already been there, and had claimed certain things with little stickies that said "Mine" in red letters.
"Looks like this year'll be interesting." James said, noting the line of stickies marking down the center of the room.
It was his first year at the SF Studio School, in San Francisco, California.
He started unpacking his things with his usual precise neatness (books alphabetized by genre and author, CD's by band names, photo albums by year, and the first letter of the name of who it contained), when his room mate walked in.
Jim straightened, and turn to face the man he'd be living with until June.
"You must be Leonard. I'm James. Or, Jim. Whichever. I don't really mind which you use." He said, eyeing the other. He was a brunette, and was older than most of the other students Jim had seen around campus, and he had sort of a weary look about his face.
Leonard raised an eyebrow.
"Aren't you a bit young to be in college? What are you, 17?" He asked.
Jim made an exasperated noise.
"I don't look that young! I'm 18,, I'll be turning 19 in March. Damn, do I really look that young?" Jim flopped onto his bed. "And anyways," He continued, "Aren't you a but too old for college?" The blue-eyed youth asked, looking at the elder.
Leonard rolled his eyes.
"I needed a change o' pace after th' divorce. An' I thought 'What th' hell. Why not Art school.'" He said, arranging things on his night stand.
One such thing was a picture of a girl who looked no older than 7 or 8.
"Who's that?" Jim asked, looking at the picture. "sister?"
Leonard looked up at him. And there was a look of sadness in his Hazel eyes.
"She's my daughter" He said, gazing at the picture. "The ex-Jocelyn- got her an' almost the entire planet in th' divorce. So basically, I can be in California, Russia, Poland, an' Antarctica. An' Vermont. Also, for two months out of the year I can go back t' Georgia. Christmas, and for Jo's (my daughter's) birthday."
Leonard stopped himself from continuing to ramble, and realized he had just told almost his entire life story to someone he had just met.
The room was silent.
Leonard gazed eastward out the window, over the skyline, wondering whether the memories of him were fading out of his little girl's mind.