Pairings: 1+2 so far

Rating: PG…as of now…..

Okay, so I know it's been a really long time since I've posted anything, but life's been weird and writer's block sucks! I promise I'm working on Holding Out for a Heero and Bullet with Butterfly Wings. I promise… Hopefully, I will be posting new chapters for each soon!

Disclaimer: I own nothing, most especially the Gundam Wing boys…if I did….well…I certainly wouldn't be writing stories about them!

College Life

Part 1

By: Gaia

I know you've seen all these movies about college and how, even though the main characters party all the time, they still manage to maintain some semblance of good grades? Or how you're sure that they should be on academic probation, but they aren't? Yah, that doesn't happen.

I'm here to tell you the real story. My name is Duo Maxwell, I'm a sophomore in college, and I can tell you what really happens.

When I started college, I was fresh out of high school, in the top third of my class. I knew I was prepared. I had everything I needed: a refrigerator, a microwave, a mattress cover, shower sandals, ya know, all the necessary items. My parents and I had loaded all of it into my dad's truck and brought it four hours north to my college.

I checked the instructions that had been sent to me for the seventieth time as we pulled into the parking lot. 'Please meet us in your building's lounge to obtain your suite and room keys, as well as your student id.' I sighed nervously and got out of the car, pulling on my clothes to straighten them out.

"Are you ready, honey?" My mom's syrupy sweet voice grated on my nerves and I turned away, nodding slightly. I shrugged her off as she tried to hug me and walked into the lounge of Snyder Hall.

Pulling another piece of paper out of my pocket, I checked my room number and the names of my roommates, just to see if they had changed since I had last looked at it fifteen minutes ago. That's right. Two roommates. Quatre Winner and Wufei Chang. Quatre sounded like one of those sweet rich kids, while Wufei sounded slightly stuck up. The information hadn't changed, despite my fears, so I stuffed the paper back in my pocket.

There were only three people in the lounge. A tall, auburn-haired boy stood talking to a slightly short redheaded girl. There was also a (dare I say drool worthy?) dark haired, muscular boy standing next to them, giving his input every once and a while.

The girl caught sight of me and hurried over.

"Hi, I'm Aya Ross. The two guys behind me are Trowa Barton and Heero Yuy. We'll be your Resident Assistants." Her voice was bright and cheerful, calming my nerves.

"My name is Duo Maxwell. It's a pleasure to meet you." The manners my mother had managed to pound into my head appeared as I put my hand out and she shook it.

She then put her arm around my shoulder and led me to the pool table where papers were spread across the green felt surface.

I heard her mumble "Duo Maxwell" under her breath a few times as she sorted through the papers.

"Ah, here you are. Your keys and id are in the little brown envelope attached at the back of the packet. Just sign that and return it to one of us by the end of the day. One of your roommates, Quatre Winner, is already here. Heero, the Resident Assistant in your suite, will lead up to your room."

"If you will just follow me…" (1) So, the gorgeous one's name was Heero. His voice was deep and wonderful to my ears.

My parents and I followed him up a few flights of stairs, my eyes never leaving his seemingly perfect ass.

Luckily, neither of my parents knew just where my eyes were focused.

"Duo, honey? Are you feeling alright? You look a little flushed?"

I was jolted out of my observance of his ass by my mother's hand feeling my forehead for a fever.

"Mom, I'm fine." As I said this, I noticed we were outside my suite door.

Heero held the door open for us and followed us into the suite.

The door to my soon-to-be room was propped open. My father pushed me in first when I paused in the doorway and I looked around, one hand playing with the end of my braid nervously.

Only a third of the room was occupied. The walls held posters of dragons, bands, and a periodic table of the elements. The bed was covered in a dark blue comforter with pale blue pillows. The desk was occupied with a computer screen, tower, and printer, as well as a digital camera, and mp3 player.

As I looked over that part of the room, a blonde head peeked out from behind the computer screen.

Suddenly, a small bundle of energy was standing in front of me, introducing himself as Quatre.

I introduced myself and my parents, noticing that Heero just stood in the doorway while the introductions were made.

1. I know, I know… Heero's a little OOC right there… But he's not the perfect soldier in this fic. He's just a regular college student with a coughs slight lack of people skills.