To allegratree sorry about the choir major ordeal. I didn't know what they were called off hand and just threw something out there. You're college sounds really cool. We have a pool somewhere, but I've never seen it before. I hope this is to your liking seeing as you have sent me the longest review on this already.

Just a note Erik may be a little OOC in the beginning, but as soon as a certain someone graces the scene things will change.

Chapter 1: New Neighbors

Brittney sighed as she fell back onto her bunk. She had already spent her first night in her dorm room and was curious to know, who had moved in or not yet. She had seen a few of the names on the doors earlier when she was moving in and some stuck out; Erik, Christine, Meg, Raoul, and Nadir all seemed to jump at her, but each time she had passed none of the doors ever opened.

A thud was heard out in the hallway. Opening her door she saw a boy pushing one of the flat rolling carts towards his door. His face was half hidden from her as he bent over to pick up a full key electric piano that had fallen off the cart. He was cursing under his breath.

"Hey would you like some help?" Brittney asked coming out of her room and walked up to him.

He looked up at her and she let out a timid gasp at the mask on his face. He smirked. "Yeah sure if you can stand to be around me long enough that is. I saw my roommate downstairs and he ran off screaming. Something tells me I'll be living alone, which is no problem to me," he said handing her the piano.

He was dressed in black jeans, a black turtle-neck, and black shoes while his black hair was pulled back into a small ponytail. It was late august, yet it was still quite warm out. "Aren't you hot? I mean wearing all that black clothing?"

"You always this curious about things?"

"No, I just thought that all that black clothing on a nice day like this would be rather uncomfortable."

"I'm used to it. I wear black all the time, but when it gets really bad I have some black t-shirts and shorts. Now are you going to help me or dive more into my personal life?"

She shifted the piano in her arms and walked down the hall. "Which one is yours?"

"The next one on your left."

"Are you Erik or Jake?"

"Erik." He stared at the door, then took the slip of paper with Jake's name and threw it over his shoulder. "We won't be needing that anymore." He took a key out of his pocket and unlocked the door pushing it open. The room felt spacious without anything in it and the beds had been bunked prior to us arriving. "Just place the piano on the desk and be careful with it."

She did so. The desks were a series of drawers that stretched along the back wall under the window and were connected at the center. "You're lucky to have a room to yourself Erik. I wish I had one now that I realize just how much space there is."

"Forgive me, but I don't think you ever told me who you are," he said going into the hall and bringing a box in from off the cart.

"Oh, I'm Brittney, I live down the hall with my roommate RaeAnna. She hasn't arrived yet, so I was actually looking for something to do. Did you need anymore help?"

"No, I think I'll do just fine. Thanks for helping me out though."

"Oh, no problem. If you ever need help again don't hesitate to come and bother me."

He smiled, then the sound of two girls in the hallway caught our attentions. The two of them both peered out of the door to see a girl with golden colored hair walking part way down the hall and go into a room. Behind her had been a girl with curly brown hair that draped over her shoulders and they could see the emerald green of her eyes.

"Christine!" Erik muttered under his breath.

"You know her?"

"Yeah, we went to high school together. She didn't tell me she was going here to. Why would she keep that a secret if we were such good friends?"

Brittney shrugged. "I don't know. She looks nice."

"She's the example of innocence I tell you. Kindness isn't even half of her many talents. I'm bet she's here to be a music major."

"What is your major, Erik?"

"I'm an orchestra major and a theatre production major. I want to write and perform my own operas someday. I've tried some basic songs and thought they were pretty good, but I'll admit I'm a bit nervous to show them to anyone."

"I'm not that good at reading music myself. How about I help you get the rest of your stuff in here and then you could play them for me? I would love to hear what you've written."

"All right."

So they made at least two more trips down to his car and loaded things onto the cart. While he parked it in the parking lot across from the Performing Arts building Brittney had pushed the cart upstairs and waited outside his door for him. Suddenly Christine spotted her and walked over.

"Did you forget your keys?"

"Who me? No, I'm waiting for Erik to park his car and come up and unlock the door, so we can finish getting his stuff inside."

Christine looked at her strangely. This girl was about as tall as she was, but had straight brownish blonde hair and glasses with frames that didn't go along the bottom of the lens. But the mention of the name Erik got her thinking and finally she sighed. "I knew an Erik once during high school, but he never told me which college he was planning to go to. He didn't even say where when he signed my yearbook."

Brittney wasn't sure it was any of her business, but her curiosity got the better of her. "But he said the two of you were best friends in high school, why wouldn't he tell you were he planned to finish his education?"

Before Christine could answer Erik had come up behind her. "Ahem, you're in the way of my door Christine."

She turned around and looked at him. Instantly she threw her arms around his neck. "You are such a sneak for not telling me where you were going to college. I thought after that night it was to be our last time together."

"Don't be silly Christine. After that lecture you gave me about going to college I decided on this one for I felt it would better serve my musical purpose. I'm sure you're here for the same thing."

"Well actually I'm a music major with a theatre production minor."

"I'm going to have a theatre production minor too," Brittney piped up. The two looked at her and she gulped. "Sorry didn't mean to interrupt, just thought I would make note of that."

"What is your major?" Christine asked.

"Creative Writing. I really want to write books someday and I want as much practice as I can on writing. But Erik if you don't mind can you unlock the door, please? I'm anxious to hear those pieces."

"What is she talking about?" Christine asked.

"I made a deal to let her hear some of my music pieces if she helped me bring up my stuff."

"May I hear them too."

Erik gulped, his face turning a bright shade of red, even under the mask.

"We'd be delighted if you joined us," Brittney chimed in again. Erik glared at her, but she only smiled. "I'm sure Erik would enjoy the extra feedback from the both of us."

Okay tell me how much that sucked or how good it is. I hope this will be good enough for the start, but just wait till Raoul gets there. The fun will really start. If there is anything wrong with this please let me right away or if you want to be a college extra. I think that will add fun to the story. Let me know and give me a name for me to use, and it doesn't have to be your own name. Where you pop us will be up to me, but yeah I hope to have a lot of reviews.