A/N: OMG you guys. You are amazing! Your comments were amazing! I am so happy! So here's the collage au! I thought that I should let you guys know everyone's majors/minors. Here you go!
-Crutchie: creative writing, emphasis on short stories and poetry -Jack: visual arts -Davey: major; law minor; music theory -Race: major; languistics minor; journalism -Specs: double major; dance, theatrical arts -Romeo: major; theatrical arts minor; dance -Kathrine: double major: journalism, busines -Spot Conlon: forensic science -Salty (OC): forensic science -Smalls: double major: business, law
If I only owned them...
Late Night Limps and the Events that Take Place Afterward
Crutchie loved his housing. It was better than he could have ever hoped. He was put in a house full of artistic guys, rooming with the most talented person he knew. He got the perk of staying up as late as he wanted, as neither he nor Jack had any morning classes, and they were both night owls. He had someone who would ilistrate his characters and stories subconsciously as he read them. He got inspiration from, not only Jack, but from Specs, the dancer, Romeo, the actor, and Davey, the singing lawyer (interesting story behind that, but that's for a different time). It was all just really really nice.
The building was pretty big, housing about fifty boys, an identical house next to them housing another fifty. There were twelve hoses in all, each house having a twin, and named after a city in New York. Manhattan, their house, Flushing, Richmond, Woodside, Bronx, and Brooklyn held all six hundred and fifteen boys who lived on campus. The same was said for the girls, except they stayed in houses names after California cities. A nice system, dividing the students with different interest into different houses, Manhattan, the arts, Brooklyn, Sports, Bronx, the students who had no flipping idea what they were doing.
It was strictly forbidden to have someone of the opposite sex in your room after ten o'clock, for obvious reasons. Everyone knew the rule, and the admisitrators trusted that everyone fallowed it. They had obviously never met the Brooklyn Boys, and they had defiantly neve met the desperately active bisexual that was Spot ConlonThe jocks were constantly sneaking in girls and boys, and lying to cover for eachother. The teachers checked for the first few weeks, but, as they were coming up on winter holliday, no one checked anymore.
It was inevitable, really.
It was going to happen, no matter what they tried. At some point, Jack Kelly, the artist, the rebel, the leader, was going to sneak in Kathrine Pulitzer, the good girl, the snarky journalist, the rule follower, and it was going to be big. Crutchie had gone for a walk, or rather a limp, as he often joked. Late night limps often provided his inspiration for writing, and, after the first few times, the teachers had stopped asking him if he were lost on the big campus. It had become a regular sight, the scrawny boy with a crutch, a hoodie, and a grey stripped beany limping around campus in the middle of the night, stoping every once in a while to write something down. It was cold at the New York university, and he wore a heavy jacket over his hoodie, leather gloves replacing his normal fingerless ones to save him the trouble of blisters from the crutch. He arrived back around eleven, stamping his boot clear of snow and hanging his coat on the rack just inside the door. He waved at Specs and Romeo, both doing ballet bar in the living room while Race read them his latest piece, something about chocolate and periods. He slowly climbed the stairs to the second of four floors, coming to the very last door, room number twelve, and opened the door. On the bed opposite to his was Jack Kelly, making out with one Kathrine Pulitzer who had him pined down to the bed. They broke apart as Crutchie entered, and Jack, for once was speachless. Crutchie stood for a moment, staring at the spectical. Kathrine had Jack pinned down. And it wasn't even the kind that he could break out of if he had wanted to, oh no, he was stuck until she let him move. Jack Kelly was at Katharine's mercy.
Crutchie moved finally, walking to his bed stand and grabbing his pill bottles, his keys, and a candy bar. He then turned to the dresser on the other side of the room and pulled out a box of condoms, throwing them at Jack and hitting him square in the face. He then walked to the door, and, just before he left, he turned back to Jack and said;
"I'm getting some Chinese food. I guess I'd better bunk with Davy. Oh, and Jack, if you break my lamp, I'll kill ya. Night, Kat." The door shut and Kathrine turned back to Jack in horror. Andrew "Crutchie" Morris had just seen her in the most compromising situation she could imagine. She buried her head in Jack's neck and burst into embarrassed giggles. After the giggles subsided a bit, she sat up and looked at Jack.
"I only have one question." She said. "Why on God's good earth, does Crutchie Morris have a box of condoms in his sock drawer?" This was enough to send Jack falling off the bed laughing.
Crutchie did get Chinese food. It was good Chinese food. He dragged half of the house along with him to tell of his evening, and there wasn't a dry eye at the table by the time he was finished. He bunked with Davey that night, and, when he arrived back the next morning, Kathrine was gone, no condoms were used, and his lamp was not broken.
Crutchie loved his housing.
A/N: so there you go. I told you, Chinese food and condoms. So Ill probably explain the singing lawyer thing in the next story in this au. Let me know what you want to hear next. I love prompts so send them my way! Thanks!