X: Xenodochial
—friendly to strangers.
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College had started out being immensely difficult for Jonah.
On his arrival at the University of Utah, he had to trek through an insurmountable congestion of students and teachers, it was surreal. He felt alienated in this blur of names and faces. It took a vast amount of time to merely find his dorm, meet his roomate, exchange numbers, receive schedules, and unpack his bags, or at least half of them, he mumbled to himself. Jonah ended the busy day passed out on his bed, his clothes still scattered at the foot of his bed and a plate of stale pizza rested on his pillow.
Two weeks later, classes begun and he was an emotional wreck. He loathed the restless day that awaited him, and sluggishly dragged himself to his 7 a.m. lecture for the Foundations of Biochem. He entered the appointed classroom and found a few other students, some already seated, tediously staring at their surroundings or scribbling little notes in their journals, others struggling to get themselves settled.
He sat down, finding himself lost in thought. Jonah had nothing to do, well, I don't want to do anything, he thought, so he found interest in fiddling with the tips of his index fingers. It wasn't until some guy plopped down on the seat next to him that he was actually engrossed in anything.
Jonah's gaze fixated onto the guy—a short, adorable dork in a charcoal slim-fit vest that pulled over a white collared shirt. He slammed his books down onto the table and slouched in his chair, quickly opening up his Monster Energy drink and poured it into his coffee, chugging down the whole thing. His eyes dilated, and, looking as if he was going to puke, he chided himself, "Great. This is what happens when you decide to delay your sleep with the distractions of social media until four in the morning...I am going to die."
Jonah chuckled lightly to himself, to which the other guy furrowed his brows at. "What?" The guy snapped. Jonah was rather indifferent about his bitchy mood, and if anyting, it further entertained him. He liked meddling in the lives of strangers. It gave him a sudden penchant in conversation, bubbling with inquisition. "You gulped that thing down in less than a minute," a smirk still creeped on his lips, his inability to stifle his laughter angered the other guy. "You know, you're most likely going to get a massive headache later." The peevish stranger rolled his eyes and groaned, playfully punching Jonah's arm.
"Ugh, I know. But I couldn't let myself doze off in the middle of the stupid lecture, so what else to do but drown myself in caffeine?"
Jonah simply shook his head with a dopey grin, shrugging off the question. With this increasing appeal, he grew curious, prompting him to ask, "What's your name?" The anonymous oaf was seemingly caught in reluctance, feigning hesitance by stroking his chin, feeling the peach fuzz that was slowly becoming real facial hair.
After a few seconds of contemplation, he replied, "Cyrus Goodman, the epitome of perfection. And you, ya butt?"
"Jonah Beck," he held out his hand, "your average pretty boy."
"Well, I look forward to doing business with you, Jonah Beck," Cyrus slurred his name flirtatiously, making the aformentioned man flustered. They shook hands, and for some reason, they lingered in each other's grasp for a second longer and Jonah realized that college was going to be a very, very long journey.
A/N: This was quite interesting. Yes, it's a totally different universe in which they only met in college. (Don't have experiences with colleges, so if it's totally unrealistic to you personally, don't judge.) It's random and cute and weird and I LOVE JYRUS SO MUCH? Well, please review and give constructive criticism. It would be much appreciated.
