Chapter 2

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Just about two weeks in and Kyouya had enough. The room was infested with nats, the shower curtain rod kept falling, the carbon dioxide alarm was broken and he learned an interesting fact about his roommate. He learned that he was a total slob; nothing was his problem. His other roommate had enough it seemed as well and put his foot down. Together they started cleaning up the fridge and microwave. God Kyouya hated the slob. He couldn't wait for October when he graduated and moved out.
"Is any of this food yours?"Christopher stood above Kyouya talking to the other guy about what was next to the door on a horribly placed shelf.
"Nope. Nothing but the pizza box in the fridge is mine. All the food was left by my two previous roommates."
Kyouya wondered if Chris hated that guy as much as he did right now. Even though he came from money he had no problem getting his hands dirty and pitching in, but that guy was an ass. He didn't care if he lived in filth if it wasn't his problem he didn't care. In his mind since they were here now they could deal with it. Kyouya tried not to gag as he dumped old, gross, smelly milk down the sink, the only thing that stopped him from vomiting was knowing that if he got all the spoiled food thrown out he should be able to get rid of the nats. As he ran up to the kitchen on the floor above him he thought about home. Other than dealing with a disgusting roommate he loved it here. He didn't have to worry about parents or permission or dealing with people bitch about all the shit they had to deal with. He also loved school so far. The classes were small and held people from all over so in time he believed they would all become extremely close. Unlike other schools where each class had different people he had the same group all day for every class and that wouldn't change at the end of the semester either. Yea this school was exactly what he was looking for. Giving up on the microwave turntable he was washing he went back to the room.
"This is the best I could get it."
"That's fine, it's better than it was, it's a lot better actually."

Once they were done cleaning Kyouya looked at his phone to see a message from Tamaki, twenty bucks he knew what he wanted already.
*Hey*
*Hi*
*What's up?*
*Just cleaned the dorm room with roommates finally. You?*
*Nothing. I really wish I had gone back to school this semester.*
Tamaki had decided not to attend any college this year because he had no idea what he wanted to and other reasons why he skipped, though many people told him what majors he would probably love and excel in. Kyouya held no pity for him, he did it to himself and he had no one to blame but himself. Having nothing to say to him about that topic he didn't type anything back. He really didn't want to start a fight, though he wouldn't care if their friendship ended. That was one thing he learned about himself even before he came up here, he didn't care anymore, about anything.

Laying in bed Kyouya tried to fall asleep, he wasn't having doubts but he wondered if this really was the best choice. The slob was really pissing him off, he really didn't care about anyone about himself it seemed. He was still on the phone talking to his parents and saying nothing but lies about all the things he did. He was nothing but a pig and a liar. He left in three weeks, and those three weeks seemed to drag on forever. He had only been here for two weeks and he had gone home both weekends. His father knew he hated the one roommate and didn't complain about having him come home. He hadn't talked to Tamaki really since he left. He would text him about once a day, more if he was bored or complaining, in which Kyouya wouldn't text back. A part of him couldn't believe Tamaki didn't understand how much he didn't care, how much he wanted to say good-bye forever. Then again Tamaki had always been a dumbass so maybe it wasn't all that surprising. Rolling over he tried to shut his eyes, he had class in the morning and as much as he didn't care about anything else he cared about his classes.

Seeing the slob starting to pack was a glorious day for Chris and himself. Chris offered him trash bags to help him pack sooner. It wasn't like they wanted him to leave or anything; that would be rude. As clothes started to come off the floor Kyouya couldn't believe they actually had a floor, he could walk on it and not jump over things just to enter the bathroom. It was a miracle. He wasn't spiteful or anything but he hoped they had a rough awakening in the real world. He hoped that life slapped them across the face because they truly needed it.

"Do you mind if I go to his bed? The internet over here is horrible."
"Go ahead, I wasn't planning on moving." Chris had no space really so he didn't mind if he took it, though if he hadn't then he would have moved. Slob had the biggest part of the room and now that he was gone one of them should run to it. It was nice to finally talk to Christopher after living with him for little over a month. They were so disgusted before they didn't want to talk, hopefully now they could become closer. Though seeing how hard Chris focused on his papers he didn't want to bother him with idle chit-chat. He couldn't remember what major he was in exactly but he knew it involved a lot of papers and hours of research, not to mention concentration. Chris was also worried because he had to turn in a huge project by Christmas and he had no idea what it would be about. They may not have talked a lot but he learned a lot about him and what was going on when he called home. He didn't like to eavesdrop but the room wasn't exactly huge.

In class he couldn't believe how much he laughed and had a good time. He had been right about them all becoming close, you could see it easily. There were these two he had talked to the most, they didn't talk outside of class but that was okay. They were doing a lot of group activities and for once he didn't completely hate it. He enjoyed working with everyone to complete the given task and they all seemed to enjoy it to making it more fun for everyone. Lunch was a different story but he could handle it. That seemed to be when his insecurities peaked. Everyone would sit together, laughing and having a good time and he felt strange joining them, wondering if they really wanted him there. Seeing an empty table he put his stuff down and opened a notebook he carried with him. That seemed to be one of the things he kept from high school, his love for writing. He still had no drive to pursue it but he loved to do it. He loved pouring his thoughts and feelings into characters. A few times it opened his eyes to what was going on around him. Maybe help him see the truth for what it was. Usually those discoveries ended up hurting him but at the same time he enjoyed that. He believed it helped him grow and understand the world better.

"Hey Kyouya, why don't you come sit with us instead of sitting alone?" Looking up he saw a girl from his group standing over him.
"Sure, okay, thank you." Putting away his things he grabbed his chair and moved between two others. They didn't seem to mind him joining them but he had no idea what they were talking about. That was fine though, at least he felt a part of something. Seeing it was getting close to the start of their next class they all got up to head over together. This was the class that always worried him, for some reason the teacher loved for them to do activities that exposed some part of them to the class. He wasn't sure what that had to do with anything or if that was even supposed to happen but it did. He always got paired with this one girl he swore was on drugs or high and he didn't like others to see inside of him. It took years to become as guarded as he was he didn't like dropping it, or, even if he could. Still, he tried though and did his best not to let his partner get to him that much. Though, he had snapped at her, as had as the rest of the class when they worked with her. She weirded him out most times too, and she insisted on sitting next to him and when she did she would stare at him. Not even as "I think your attractive and can't help but stare" way but she would whip her head towards him and stare. He tried his hardest to not let it get to him but it was hard not to, she really creeped him out. He didn't see her staying in class much longer which was good. The class and most of the teachers were done with her.

As more time seemed to pass Kyouya found it harder to be happy. He wasn't sure what was going on with him but he didn't like it. He loved his classes still but he noticed he never really spoke to anyone, he was just there. They would make plans it sounded like but he never went, he was never invited and he wasn't one to ask if he could tag along. On one Friday he was asked if he was old enough to go drinking but when he said not yet they never invited him out again. His one friend sounded down by hearing that but there was nothing he could do about it. He became legal to drink in a few months; he wasn't going to bother with getting a fake id. Nothing helped that he was more or less cut off from his family funds. As part of the agreement to moving here he had to give up his credit cards and open a new bank account. He had money but not a whole lot and was only given so much a week to live off of. He was supposed to find a job but it was harder to get than he thought it would be. He applied to a few places but never heard back from any of them. One kept sending him e-mails for new openings that he always applied to hoping to hear about getting an interview, so far though he heard nothing. With limited funds though, going out seemed impossible since he didn't have the extra cash to spend.

Sitting by a large window he stared out of it with his notebook on his lap. He seemed to be writing quite a lot lately. Even in class when he wasn't doing anything he would open his notebook and start to write.
"You like to write a lot don't you?"
Hearing someone, he saw a few of his classmates watching him from the table he sat next to.
"Yes, I've been doing it for years."
"What do you write about?"
"Well, um, different things. I don't know how to explain it." Actually he hated trying to explain them to others. He always became embarrassed by it, though there wasn't really anything embarrassing about it.
"Can I read it sometime?"
"It's not very good. I've never taken a formal writing class before. It's not something I've ever wanted to pursue."
As the conversation dwindled he went back to looking out the window before he wrote a few sentences at a time to stop and stare again.

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So Paris, For You, For Us has finally ended with means this is top priority. Sorry for the long delay but I thank you for sticking with me. Hope you all enjoy it, please review and leave thoughts and comments.
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