Dean grumbled slightly as he followed the directions that were written for him. He came to the room, not looking at the names on the door, and opened the door. He heard a small yelp and got a pillow to his face. "Sorry!" He backed out, closing the door and pressing his back to it.
A few minutes later the door opened and Dean stumbled backwards. He turned around to look at his roommate.
None other than Novak stood in front of him.
"Maybe you should knock next time." Novak huffed, closing the door behind Dean.
Dean nodded slightly and looked into the room. One bed was neat and made, it looked unused. "I'm guessing that one's mine?"
Novak said nothing but sat on the messy bed, gathering a shirt and pair of jeans. He threw them into a corner that was piled with clothes.
Dean sighed. "I'll he back later, I'm going to get my stuff from my car."
Novak nodded slightly. "Knock when you come back."
Dean nodded and left. It took him a short amount of time to make his way to his car and navigate back to his room. A half an hour extra to get all of his boxes of stuff outside his shared room. He looked at them, counted them -still five, good- then knocked on the door.
Novak opened the door for dean, tugging at the ends of his sleeves again. "Could you help me out?" Dean nodded toward his boxes. "The banana box is lightest." Novak nodded and slowly retrieved the banana box.
Dean set the one he was holding on his bed. He went back and dragged two more inside before going back for the last one.
He opened the two that he'd left on the floor, taking out one book out of all of the others. "Dracula," he nodded to Novak. "You ever read it?"
Novak shook his head and Dean gasped dramatically.
"You've never read Dracula?" Novak shook his head again. Dean put a hand over his heart and stumbled backwards. "Dude, you have to read it." He pressed the book into Novak's hands.
Novak looked at it. "Thanks?"
Dean nodded and opened the box Novak had brought in. He grinned and pulled a bunch of cassette tapes from within. "Good music." He winked.
Novak just blinked and tugged at his sleeves again.
Dean raised an eyebrow before looking back into the box. "Dude, something's up and I want to know what."
"Nothing," Novak scowled. "I'm fine."
Dean looked at him skeptically for a moment before his stomach growled loudly. "Well, I'm starving," he grabbed his car keys. "You want anything?" Novak shook his head and Dean nodded. "Don't think I'll forget about this. If we're going to be roommates you'll have to trust me." Dean left before getting an answer from Novak.
He missed the other boy tossing the book onto his pillow and raising his sleeve. White scars and fresh cuts littered his pale skin. He reached into his pocket and drew out a small razor blade and drew it across his soft flesh. Trails of crimson blood sprung to existence and Novak bit his lip. "I'm sorry Dean, but you can trust I won't be here for long."
