A/N: I am so sorry I haven't updated in an oh so very long time. I have just been dealing with some issues, and the motivation to write just wasn't in me. Life some times just really sucks. But, I am back and I hope you haven't forgotten about me. Also, sorry for any mistakes, I don't have a beta. But, Enjoy!

Chapter 3

The first thing Greg did when he got into his dorm was go to the fridge in search of an ice pack or at least some thing cold to dull the throbbing of this nose. He started rifling through all the frozen dinners that his roommate loved so much, but came out empty. Unfortunately, his roommate didn't refill the damn tray, again. The next best thing he could find was a bag of frozen peas. How peas had gotten into the freezer to begin with, since both he and his roommate hated them was a mystery. But for the intended purpose of the peas, they would do just fine.

Greg then took a seat at this tiny kitchen table, barely big enough for two, and stretched out his long frame and tried to relax. He brought his head back and placed the frozen peas as gently as he could on his face. With a wince and a groan he was finally able to relax back into the chair with his hands lanced over his stomach.

After what only felt like 5 minutes Greg feels a gentle poking in his ribs that he tries to ignore. Ignorance is slowly becoming less possible when the poking becomes harder and more frequent. Finally with one last sharp poke to the ribs Greg jolts from the painful, but oddly ticklish sensation it sends up his side. Unfortunately, the jolt doesn't do much good for his nose when the peas go flying off his face only to land on the table and skid across the surface and onto the floor. When Greg turns to see who the hell was poking him, he comes face to face with the grinning face of Dennis, his roommate.

"You know, I was going to ask you why you were sleeping at the kitchen table with a bag of peas on your face, but I no longer think it needs to be explained," Dennis says still grinning. All Greg could give for an answer is a groan as his head again rests on the back of the chair.

"So, whom did you piss off this time?" asks Dennis as he bends down to pick up the peas and hands them back to Greg.

"Did you just say "whom"? Who the hell uses the word whom? Who even knows when to use the word whom?"

Dennis just continues smiling, "An English major. And don't try to deflect. Shall I ask you again? Whom did you piss off enough to hit you? Again."

"No one," was the only muttered answer he got.

"You know, there are better ways of getting everyone to know who you are right? You don't have to continue doing really stupid things to get your name out there. I mean your name is already out there. So why do you continue doing stupid things? Daddy didn't love you? Mama didn't breast feed you?" Dennis was openly teasing him now.

With a loud exasperated groan Greg gets up out of the chair and looks Dennis right in the eye, "Shut up," then walks towards his bedroom, peas still in hand.

"Hey," Dennis calls quietly making Greg stop, but not turn around. "You know I am here for you if you need help. It's what friends are for." After an extremely brief moment of silence Dennis adds teasingly, "and I do have the complete misfortune of calling you a dear friend."

Greg turns around and that is when Dennis really gets the full picture of how bad Greg looks. He is then able to notice the broken fingers, and that is when he gets concerned. "Did you get into a fight? I want a serious answer this time, no more teasing. No more deflecting."

With a loud sigh Greg finally looks Dennis in the eye, "No, I didn't." With an arch of Dennis' eyebrow Greg goes on to explain further. "I was running through campus trying to get to class on time and as I was reaching for the door leading into the building, some girl opened it. Presto changeo, my face turns purple and my fingers magically bend in a way they are not supposed to."

"Are you okay? Did you get checked out by Doris?"

With an eye roll, that he regrets as soon as it sends shooting pain into his head, Greg answers with a slight wince, "Yes. How do you think I got the splint on my fingers?"

"Hey, I wouldn't put it past you to do it yourself. You have done it before." Dennis answers with a small smile.

"Touché. Okay, now that you have killed what is left of my ego can I go into my room and rest? My head is killing me."

"Yes you may. But I will be coming in every hour to check on you. I don't want you dying in your concussed sleep." With that said Greg turned and headed into his room, only to hear Dennis one more time, "Was she hot?"

Just inside the door of his room Greg turns to look at Dennis, "Gorgeous," and closes his door with a light click.

Dennis shakes his head and smiles softly before retiring to his own room to get some homework and reading done. Before he settles he sets the alarm to go off in an hour.

As Greg lies down he thinks about the good friend Dennis turned out to be. Dennis is a large young man with unusually blond hair; it is often mistaken for white. But, he is not large-fat, but large as in 6'6" and roughly 200lbs. He could kill anyone if they got in his way, but regardless of his size the guy is the epitome of a gentle giant, not to mention as gay as a rainbow. Whether him being gay has anything to do with his gentle nature, it doesn't change the fact that he often time drags Greg along to gay bars on Friday nights because he is, quote unquote, "too shy to go alone." Greg will never understand why the 6'6" giant would be too shy to talk to anyone, but that is just his way. Greg doesn't mind going with him, it is quite fun at times to just go out without having to turn down one slutty drunk girl after another. When he hangs out with Dennis he is awarded a fun night with no stress. Plus, Greg always found that he has more in common with people that aren't what society would call "normal." Greg likes living outside the circle society has drawn for its inhabitants, life is boring inside the circle.

Dennis and he met just last year, when they were bunked together as roommates. At first Greg thought it would be best to just stay out of the guy's way. He didn't want to say something insulting to get the giant upset and ultimately get crushed under his fist. But, soon after moving in Dennis was persistent in making friends with Greg and just wouldn't leave him alone. Greg thought the giant was annoying and clingy, but he now sees it for what it was, a real gesture of friendship. Greg never really had any long lasting friendships, what with his family always moving around. Greg found that Dennis has an infectious personality. That doesn't mean that after meeting Dennis, he become a social butterfly, but he admires Dennis quite a lot. Dennis is the type of friend you can count on to be there, backing you up in a fight and sitting next you in the nurses' office. And Dennis has proven this quality to be true countless times in the past year and a half.

Greg could say with complete and total honesty that Dennis is his best friend.

Greg's thoughts now drift to Devon. She really was one of the most gorgeous women he has ever seen. As he closed his eyes he could picture her wildly curly hair, her kissable lips, and deep brown eyes that he could see himself just falling into. Greg's eyes snapped open at the thought. What the hell am I doing? I only just met the girl, and it wasn't even a proper meeting. She is only a girl. Frustrated with himself and the direction his thoughts keep going Greg grabs his pillow and gingerly places it on his face, and groans as loudly as he can. The sound is muffled, and strangely it makes him feel better. As he continues to lie there on his single bed, his thoughts won't drift away from Devon, all he could think is, I need to get to know her better.

Just as Greg is about to turn over and try to get a nap in, he sees his door crack open slowly and Dennis walking into his room as quietly as he can only to see that Greg is still awake. "Oh, I thought you would have been out by now."

"Has it seriously been an hour already?" Greg asks as he twists around to get a look at his alarm clock. Dennis takes a seat on the edge of his bed.

"Yeah it really has been," Dennis replies gently. "Are you sure you are okay? Because, and I am being totally honest with you, you really don't look so hot."

"Why, I never would have thought I'd see that day that you, Dennis Ward, would judge someone on their looks and be so mean as to say..."

"Oh, knock it off already Greg. Must you really go into another tangent?" Dennis interrupts with a laugh.

"You know, you are just as horrible to me as Doris," Greg says with a pout.

"Yes, Doris and I are basically torturing you with our affection. How dare she fix that pretty face, and how dare I be nice enough to come check on you because you thought it would be a good idea to kiss an opening door," Dennis says smiling.

"Hey, now! This," Greg says pointing to his face, "is not my fault! I take offence to such a statement. That door had it out for me ever since I kicked it open back in September."

Dennis can't help but laugh, "Well I guess you two are even now."

"God I hope so, I don't think I can take another broken bone."

Dennis affectionately pats Greg on cheek as he gets up from the edge of the bed, "Well if you are well enough for me to go, I will let you rest and get back to my studies."

As Dennis leaves the room Greg speaks up, "Hey, Dennis?" He waits for the giant to turn and look at him, "thanks."

His only reply is a gentle smile and a slight bow as Dennis leaves the room. Greg then turns over and tries to get in a nice nap before his next wake up call.

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