Yes, yes I know, "Wow another MXM collage fic, how original" I get it. But I really couldn't resist this one. I will try my hardest to make it original as possible.
The spring morning was insultingly cold. Mello rolled over in his bed using the thin blanket as a shield to the onslaught of freezing air. Stupidly he had stumbled back into his dorm, at an ungodly hour for someone with 8 AM classes, stripped himself of his clothes, and collapsed, unaware that the next mornings temperature would drop below 50.
His alarm began to blare again, irritating alerting him that is was 7:30. He groaned and slid out from under the covers, unleashing the full forces of nature on his unprotected skin. Shivering, he pulled a dark gray shirt over his chest followed by a Lucky Brand jacket. Mello decided against leather pants for the day and instead donned a very tight pair of black skinny jeans, touching off the look with a studded Tripp belt. He glanced across the room to his slumbering dorm mate, Alec. Alec's boyfriend, Beyond, had been over the night before, thus Mello was forced out of his own room and out to the slobbering streets of Boston until three AM. Mello shook his head at his friend and left the tiny room to "the kitchen" (a minute corner with a stainless steel counter, microwave, and mini fridge) to grab his morning dose of kefir. He then moved to "the living room" (the rest of the room that housed "the kitchen") and turned to the morning news. The kefir tasted horrible, but he had picked up the habit from his health nut roommate (who was, for some strange reason, in charge of buying groceries) so he continued to nurse the beverage, only half paying attention to the recent tragic deaths and house fires.
At 7:45 he decided it was time to face the music and shoved his boots on. He had been dreading this class all week (thankfully he only had it on Fridays), not because of his bitchy teacher, or the drab subject, but because of a certain boy who he sat behind. Matt. When they enrolled in the school together they had been on the friendliest of terms, and were overjoyed to be sharing this class together, as their separate degrees had not allowed much in common. But now, Mello would rather baby-sit his sister's twins for a week then walk through that door.
Sadly, the amphitheater for this class was right next to the freshmen boys dorms so he arrived rather to quickly for his liking. He dragged his feet slightly as he approached the offending object, gradually slowing his pace until he was at a standstill less then two feet away.
"Are you quite done contemplating the nature of linoleum, or are you going to make me stand here all day?"
Mello whipped around to stare into the eyes of the one reason he wanted nothing more then to run to the nearest alligator farm and sell himself up for bait. His eyes widened and he gave the boy a quick once over, dark blue skinny jeans, striped shirt, checkered Keffiyah, red converse high-tops. Damn, he did look good. Mello gulped and pulled the door open with enough force to send his half empty carton of kefir flying. He gasped as the white milk tumbled through the air, splashing across Matt's chest, to land dejectedly a the boys feet, still slowly gushing the milk from it's spout. The blond boy slowly looked up to see Matt's shocked face.
"Oh God! I'm so sorry Matt!" Mello quickly began to strip himself of his jacket and patted down the milk on Matt's clothes.
"Don't!" Matt instructed, he pushed Mello's hands away and walked into the classroom. Mello's eyes fell and he guiltily picked up the now empty carton, tossed it into the trash and approached his teacher about the mess. The class was now almost completely full and the middle-aged man was hurriedly writing notes for the days lecture on the white board. The sting of chemicals from the erasable marker sung his nose as he spoke to the professor about the hallway. Mello was dismissed and he walked sullenly up the shallow steps to his set once he had been reassured the man would call for a janitor. Matt was already seated in the row in front of him, hiding a game system under the stretch table.
Mello pulled out his composition notebook and hunkered down to listen to the boring teacher. He supposed it couldn't all be the professor's fault; it must be hard to try and make ancient Latin literature an enticing subject for young adults. Mello lazily took notes about common idioms and the birth of written romances. It was hard to pay to close attention with the boy in front of him taping away at his games.
As two hours came down to a close, the professor dismissed the class and began erasing the board. Mello took his time putting his things into his side bag, giving Matt enough time to exit the class and be half way to his next by the time Mello finally traipsed down the stairs of the theater. He nodded to his professor and left. He had another two hours before his advanced Socio-Anthropology class began to he decided to study a bit for the next Latin Literature quiz.
Mello returned to his now empty dorm and walked out to the balcony. The chilly morning was giving way to a rather pleasant, cloudy afternoon. He sat down on the wicker chair that faced a wide plane of grass that stretched to the steps of the Harvard Caspersen Student Center. He sighed and looked out over the lawn spotted with trees. Students milled about on the grass, studying, picnicking, and just hanging out. Many of them sat in front of their laptops, taking full advantage of the campus's free wifi. He spotted Alec with his boyfriend sprawled out on the grass, both of them supporting rather flashy looking sunglasses. Mello smiled at the boys before turning a bit to see Matt coming down the steps of the student center. He sat up a bit straighter, instantly curious. Mello watched as the boy weaved in and out of the small crowds and met up with a girl on his way onto the grass. He was carrying his own laptop under his arm while the girl carried another. They both sat down away from some of the noisier students playing Frisbee.
He watched as she put her head down in his lap and opened her mac book up on hers. Instantly, jealousy flared in his gut. He stood up outraged, half expecting Matt to shove her off of his lap and tell her to go away. Instead, her played with her hair blonde hair and spoke enthusiastically while she booted up the device. Mello sat back down again deflated. He couldn't believe what he had just seen. Matt would never do that.
Okie dokie, so as you can tell by now they are attending Harvard Collage, I've only visited so please tell me if my locations are way wrong, I'm just using the map on the Harvard website. kthnxbai!