Disclaimer: I don't own YYH or the characters...I do own this un-thought out plot and my OC...yeah, I'm kinda just writing as I go along so if things don't make sense or seem lacking in substance, it probably is...sorry :)
"How are you here?" Kuronue asked after minutes of silence.
Kara looked around. "Well, I'm guessing I applied here, got in, and then drove seven hours."
"Ha! I've got you beat. My friend and I drove twenty hours."
"Good for you," Kara said as she was about to walk away.
Kuronue blocked her. "Hey, where are you going? I haven't seen you in how long and you're already walking away?"
Kara glared at him before saying, "It's not my fault you never wrote back."
Kuronue blanked and then his eyes went wide. "Oh my gosh, I can explain."
"Really?" Kara asked.
"Yeah, I moved away. But our mail was supposed to be forwarded to the new address. And then of course, during the move I misplaced your address. I found it like two years ago, but when I wrote back I got a 'return to sender.'"
Kara smacked her head. "Oh wow…same problem. I moved three years ago, so you missed me too. And all this time I thought you were ignoring me."
"Never," Kuronue said. "I thought you forgot about me."
Kara laughed. "And how can I forget a guy with hair that long?"
"Good point. Speaking of which, I kind of abandoned my friend out there. We're supposed to be rooming together."
"Huh?" Kara asked. "These rooms are single rooms. Didn't you check them out before you applied here?"
"They are? Well, that'll help me out a lot," Kuronue said. "But how did you know I'd be here in this dorm?"
"Because you were running to it?" Kara questioned as confusion was plastered on her face. "Why else?"
"Maybe because people never pegged me to be the academic type."
"Oh, so people still misjudged you through high school?" Kara asked.
"Yup, and what about you?" Kuronue teased. "Didn't we establish that you're the rebel?"
"No, we established that I was a rebel when it came to my father and his wife, but I'm so not a rebel. Straight A's, honors, AP's, after school activities, you know, the works."
"Ah, like me. So, no life, huh?"
"What's life?" Kara joked. Kuronue joined in her laughter.
"Ahem," Kurama grabbed their attention. "As much as I'd love to let you talk to this girl here, I'd rather you help move our stuff in since I did a majority of the driving."
"Need help?" Kara asked the two boys.
"Sure, why not?" Kuronue said. "Oh, and by the way Kurama…this dorm has single rooms."
"Well, that should help with your claustrophobic issues."
"Kurama!"
"Oh, don't worry about it," Kara said. "So what if you're claustrophobic? I'm terrified of thunderstorms."
"Well, then you picked the wrong place to go to college," Kurama teased. "Why here?"
"I like the ocean; I've been here before; parents are alumni here…that sort of thing."
"Speaking of parents," Kuronue started. "You mentioned your father before. Any better with him?"
Kara laughed bitterly. "Ha ha, no. He actually isn't talking to me right now."
"Why not?" Kurama asked.
"Because I refused to go to school in France."
"Why France?" Kuronue asked.
"I have no friggin' clue. He wanted me to learn French for some reason, but I decided to learn Spanish (which I planned on anyway), but then he decided to tell me how to live my life. He told me what I should major in, where I should go, what post college degrees I should get…even though he's not paying for college at all. So yeah, I guess I'm not done rebelling yet."
Kuronue laughed and then introduced Kurama to Kara. They worked on unpacking the car and setting up the two boys' rooms.
"Have you gotten your books yet?" Kurama asked Kara.
"No, I was just on my way to get them before I ran into Kuronue," Kara responded.
"More like I ran into you," Kuronue said. "Sorry again, by the way."
"Hey, don't apologize. If you hadn't crashed into me, I may not have seen you again."
"Not true since our rooms are across the hall from you," Kuronue replied. "We would have run into each other eventually."
"I'm glad," Kara said. "I kinda missed you. I was mad when you stopped writing."
"Bad timing, huh? I mean with the moves and stuff."
"Oh, so she was the girl you were always talking about," Kurama stated. "I get it now." He smirked at Kuronue who blushed.
"Shut up!" he whined. "I didn't always talk about her."
"Hey, I'm sitting right here," Kara joked. "That's okay. I always talked about you too, until you stopped writing that is. It's been like, what, four years?"
"Yup, and like I said to myself earlier, you haven't changed a bit," Kuronue said smirking.
"You, too. Although, I must admit I'm surprised. I mean, I didn't agree with the 'rebel' label my father placed on you, but I never pegged you to be Valedictorian."
"Well, Kuronue definitely earned it," Kurama said. "He and I became friends because we were always trying to best each other when it came to classwork. Our other 'bad boy' friend was third in the class, unbeknownst to some of our other friends, and no one thought he would make it."
"Why?" Kara inquired.
"He may have seemed antisocial, but that's because he was always thinking about his family," Kuronue explained. "His dad walked out on the family a long time ago and then his mother got sick, so he had to miss a lot of class to not only take care of them, but work too."
"Wow, and he still managed to get third?"
"He had our help, of course," Kurama continued. "And also our trust about 'his secret' as he called it. He thought it would ruin his image."
"How?"
"A guy that cuts school and is antisocial? He was labeled 'bad boy' from day one, but it doesn't matter. He just wanted that label so that people wouldn't bother him."
"Eh, if he just showed how smart he was, not everyone would want to go near him," Kara said. "Even my friends sometimes didn't want to hang out because their parents kept comparing them to me…it's a blessing and a curse, boys."
"Tell me about it," the other two said in unison.
"Kara!" they heard a girl shout out.
"Oh, hey, Jennifer," Kara called back. "Guys, this is Jennifer and Jennifer, these guys are Kurama and Kuronue."
"Well, hi," she said.
"Hello," they said back politely.
"Anyway, I just came over to tell you guys that I'm a senior honors student responsible for making sure everyone gets settled and, also, I wanted to let you know, if Kara hasn't already, that tonight we're all going out to dinner."
"We have to get our books first," Kurama said, "but seeing as tomorrow's a free day and we don't have to get up at five, we'd be happy to go."
"Okay, awesome. We're going to The Grill. It's an awesome place down the street, walking distance. It's pretty cheap, so it's the perfect place for us college students, huh?"
"Definitely," Kara said.
"Anyway, let's get going before the bookstore closes," Kuronue suggested.
"Wow, you are taking a lot of marine biology courses, aren't you?" Kurama asked.
"Well, I love the ocean and I love the animals in the ocean so why not have a career where I get to work with them?"
"Good point," Kurama said.
"So what are you two majoring in?" Kara asked.
Kurama said, "Botany," at the same time Kuronue said, "Business."
"Sounds fun," Kara said.
"Can you believe the basic studies courses here?" Kuronue asked.
"Oh don't complain," Kurama said. "You got out of half of them with your AP credit."
"Yeah, but psychology? Really?"
"Oh, you too?" Kara asked. "I refuse to take psychology."
"Let me guess, your father right?" Kuronue teased.
"Maybe…" Kara responded causing Kuronue and Kurama to laugh. "Anyway, do what I do. You don't want to take psychology, right? Well, there are other courses that count towards your philosophy credit. I'm planning on taking Intro to Logic next semester. That counts towards the philosophy credit."
"It does?" both Kurama and Kuronue asked.
"I think I might be taking that with you," Kuronue stated.
"Yes, that would be much better," Kurama agreed.
"Anyway," Kara interrupted, "we should probably head back. It's getting close to dinnertime and I'm starving."
They made it back to the dorm and stored their books away before meeting up with Jennifer and some others to walk over to the restaurant. The semester hadn't even started and things were already perfect.