A/N: Since it is against the laws of my pyriffic friend Pyro for me not to have an author's note, I'm going to write one. I own nothing other than what was stated in the previous chapter. Though Matt, my pocket ninja's status is currently IOP (in other pants), I still own him. And I own my characters, Sam and Robbie. I'm actually quite fond of them. They are cute. #pinches Sam and Robbie's cheeks- gets swung at by Robbie#
Side note: 1899 is a good year for movie plots. Newsies, Moulin Rouge, and League of extraordinary gentlemen.
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Dwayne was walking towards his room with the last of his things, a handful of papers he had almost forgotten. Making his way down the hall, he found a slight roadblock. Two girls were walking down the hallway loaded down with enough bags and boxes that when they walked side by side as they were, no one could walk past them. Since someone started coming at them from the front, they both stopped, and leaned on the wall to let them pass. Dwayne took the opportunity to go in front of them, and say "Howdy"
Grinning, Sam and Robbie said "Howdy!" back to him.
"Would you care for some assistance?" he asked earnestly, rolling his papers up enough to stick them in his back pocket to free up his hands.
"Oh, you're such a gentleman! That would be lovely." Sam said, thankful for the rest on her limbs when he took the heaviest crate off of her hands.
"Oh, it's nothin'! Where I come from, a lady never has to carry anything if there's a man around; its common courtesy for him to help her out."
He balanced the crate on one arm long enough to take a large bag from Robbie before telling them to lead the way.
"Thank you so much!" Robbie said.
They trudged their way up to the correct room, with the direction of Sam. Robbie had to admit that Sam's way did cut a lot off of the walking time to the room. Being the one with the free hand, Sam fished out her key and unlocked the door, nudging it open with her foot.
"Come on in." Sam said, "You're allowed as long as we don't lock the door, and there are at least three people in here, according to the rules." she said as Dwayne walked in and set his things down next to the pile that they had already been deposited on Robbie's side of the room.
"What's your name, anyway?" Robbie asked him.
"Dwayne Robertson." He said, taking his cowboy hat off with one hand, and offering his other for a handshake.
"Robbie Carlson" she said, shaking his hand.
After the first handshake, Dwayne turned to Sam, and smiled at her, "And you are?"
"Sam Gibson" She said, not being able to help but grin back at him. Dwayne nodded his head, and held out his hand for a handshake. "I'm guessing you're from Texas."
"Austin, Texas to be exact… Seems like a whole different country here sometimes." Dewayne said, shaking his head. "Everyone is so different."
"Yeah, I'm not quite that far from home, just an hour's drive, but just being in a different place takes getting used to." Sam said, nodding her head.
Whatever Dwayne's response was going to be was drowned out by a loud shout from the hallway.
"Uh oh, that sounds like my crew, I better make sure everything's all right." Dwayne said, starting for the door.
"Your crew?" Robbie asked, looking out the door at the group of seemingly mismatched guys, and maybe a girl or two, running around the hallways, roughhousing.
Peering out the door over Robbie's short shoulder, he recognized everyone out there. "That would be them!" he said with a grin as he started walking out the door.
Not knowing why she decided to stop him, Sam called out his name. "I have a question. What's the opposite of howdy?" When he looked confused, she explained, "Hello, goodbye. Howdy…..?"
Breaking out into the grin that both Sam and Robbie were getting to know quite well, Dwayne tipped his hat to Sam and said, "Later, ma'am." before slipping out of the room.
The scene in the hallway was crazy. Someone had said something, and it started a good natured wrestling match. Dwayne made an appearance just in time to be ushered right along with the other ducks to the dean's office. Since no one was hurt, and they couldn't even figure out what had started it, or even what had happened, they were all let go without punishment.
Since the Jr. Goodwill games, when Dean and Fulton were roommates in the dorms there, they had known they could get along in close quarters. They seemed to have the same style of not caring about style, the same lack of caring about messes, and the same love of rock. Needing some music to motivate them to get all of their stuff put away, Dean turned on the stereo and started blaring Led Zepplin.
Hearing the rumble of music through the walls and floor, Sam rolled her eyes. Some teenagers… ugh
Suddenly getting an idea, Robbie giggled. One of the things she had brought up in a huge box was her stereo. Grabbing a nearby pen, she stabbed through the packaging tape holding the box closed, and ripped the tape open the rest of the way, and pulled out one speaker, then another from the newspaper before pulling out the stereo. Perching it on her bookshelf with the speakers, she plugged in every wire that needed it, and turned on the power.
"Hmm… if you're into rock, what kind of music would you hate?" Robbie asked.
"Er, I'm not sure… either country or rap, I guess." Sam said, watching her to figure out what she was up to.
Robbie flipped through her immense cd binder to her country section, and explained, "I've gone through a few phases, and my dad always seems to forget that I'm past a few of them… he still gives me Dixie chicks cd's every once in awhile, and 6th grade was when I listened to them." She grinned as she pulled out a cd and put it in her stereo.
Flipping through the tracks until she found the right one, Robbie bobbed her head to the music she cranked up as she belted,
"She needs wide open spaces
Room to make her big mistakes,
She needs new faces,
She knows the high stakes"
Dean looked at Fulton in surprise. Someone nearby liked competition, even if they had bad taste in music. "Turn it up?" Dean asked.
"Turn it up." Fulton confirmed.
Just as she was thinking that she had beat the rockers at their own game, they cranked up their music, almost drowning out hers completely. She looked at Sam, who looked slightly uncertain, and shook her head.
"Live a little!" Robbie said, cranking hers up more. "I've got good speakers." She grinned.
The sound war went on until the girls heard a loud banging, and the Dean's voice trying to yell over the music vibrating the floor. Quickly, Robbie turned her music off and peered out the door. Their rocker neighbors were getting a talking to. She decided to simply shut the door and act nonchalant about the whole thing.
"What is the meaning of this?" Mr. Buckley demanded.
After getting no response from either Fulton or Portman, Mr. Buckley sighed and continued, "I know this isn't going to be the last time I'm called out here… But this is one of you warnings!" he said before stalking off.
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