Hey everyone!

I made this chapter extra long for the long wait, so hopefully you guys all like it.

I know the story really isn't going anywhere, but these last two chapters are kinda important, it's where you all meet the main and semi-main characters.

And lastly I would just like to give a huge thanks to my beta, this story would be poop without her :D

So enjoy!

Chapter 7

Fang's POV

"Fang, wake up, we're here." My shoulder shook and the annoying voice kept getting louder. I groaned and shifted to my other side, trying to get rid of the idiot who tried waking me up.

"Fang get the hell up, man! I said we're here!" This time instead of a shoulder shaking, I got a punch to my back.

I shot up and stared at Chris. "What!"

He opened his door and stepped out. "We're here, Sleeping Beauty." Then he walked to the trunk and started unloading his gear.

I ran a hand through my silky black hair, and leaned back on the reclined seat with an exasperated sigh. My eyes shut again, and I sat there until Chris closed the trunk and walked beside my door. He knocked loudly on the window, making me open my right eye.

"Don't make me get Stitch," he warned, then his lips turned into a smirk. My eyes widened slightly. He was bluffing – right?

I ignored his warning and shut my eye again, locking the car. He wouldn't get Stitch, would he? In the back of my head that question haunted my memory. Chris isn't that mean…

"Yo Stitch, I got a visitor for you!" My cousin's voice echoed in my head and throughout the car, making me stiffen and snap open my eyes. Oh Crap! He did! Why that basta…

Suddenly I heard an all too familiar laugh and yell; a sound that made my blood run cold.

If there is a God up there, please let him hear my prayers.

I watched in horror as a door on the third floor of the apartments swung open, then steps running down the flight of stairs. Chris walked toward the bottom of the staircase, waiting for his roommate. Suddenly Stitch came into view, his lop-sided grin reaching from ear to ear, and his famous blue hair wild and everywhere. Hence, how he got the nickname Stitch.

He jumped the last four steps and gave Chris a man-hug. They talked for a few minutes, but kept glancing at me. Then Chris leaned into Stitch's ear and whispered something, a bad sign for me.

Stitch's smile grew considerably, and he started skipping – yes, I did just say skipping – toward the car. He stopped by my window and smirked at me, a growing pain of uneasiness forming in my stomach. "Hey Tooth! Long time no see buddy, come on out."

No thank you.

I quickly grabbed the seat belt and strapped myself in again; you have no idea what this maniac is capable of. He chuckled and shook his head, grabbing hold of the handle.

He yanked it, but soon realized it was locked. "Oh come on Nicky, you aren't scared of me are you? Last time was a big mistake, I didn't mean to dye all of your underwear pink and then hang them all over the girls' dorms. That was an honest mistake."

Honest mistake my ass.

He turned toward Chris who was leaning up against the stair railing. "Keys," was the only word Stitch said. That's when I knew I was screwed.

I watched in horror as Chris pulled out the car keys from his pocket, and tossed them to Stitch. He clicked a button and the locks all turned to 'open'. I quickly locked them again and raised an eyebrow at Stitch.

He clicked the unlock button again, and same result. His face twisted in annoyance as I happily smirked at him through the window. He tried for a couple minutes, until he realized he was getting nowhere.

"Fang, get out now! This isn't funny anymore!" His face was hot, and sweat was starting to form on his bare shoulders.

He tried again, but with no luck. I seriously thought he was going to punch the car.

"Having fun, Riley?" I asked, knowing he hated his real name. His ears turned red, and he honestly looked an American Flag; blue hair, red ears and a white face.

"You better open this door right now emo boy!" He practically spat at me.

Shrugging my shoulders, I looked at Chris who was now laughing. I shook my head at him, and he put his hands up, a gesture saying this was not his fight.

Stupid, no good jer – "Click."

I froze and glanced at the lock that was now up, signaling the door was unlocked. I reached to push it back down, but Stitch was faster. He ripped open the door and launched himself on top of me, full force.

Not at all in an awkward position. Hope you picked up on the sarcasm.

He reached across my waist, unbuckled the seat belt and pinned down my arms all in one swift movement.

I honestly would have been impressed if I weren't currently the one being pinned down.

"Get off!" I tried pushing him away, but he was a lot stronger; he had at least one hundred pounds on me.

Stitch grabbed the back of my neck and hoisted me onto his back like I weighted nothing. "Poor Fangy-boy needs faster reflexes, too bad you're so slow. Now you're gunna get it." He jogged by Chris, who did nothing to help, only watched with an amused smile. Stitch carried me across the apartment's front section, until we reached the pool area.

The pool area was fenced all around, and empty cups and confetti were strewn all across the lawn bordering the faded white gates.

"Hey Jack, open the gate, we got a new-comer! A freshman!" Behind the fence I heard splashes of water, loud party music and girls laughing. This was not good.

"Put me down!" I growled, but it had no effect on Stitch.

The gate door suddenly swung open and a guy about two hundred and fifty pounds of pure muscle came into view. He had no shirt; he was only wearing orange swimming trunks and had a pink cup in his hands. How manly.

Thank God he had ripped muscles and what looked like a freaking twelve-pack to replace how feminine he looked with that pink cup and orange trunks.

Are twelve-packs even possible to get?

"No freshman allowed Stitch, you know the rules." His voice was deep and honestly creepy, but I sighed in relief.

"No, you don't understand Jack, this is Chris' little cousin." 'Jack' looked at me with a raised eyebrow.

"Don't look nothin' like Chris, this kid's all emo."

I rolled my eyes at the word. I was not emo, I just really liked the color black.

"You're right, I'm the better looking one." Chris suddenly appeared behind us, and Jack smiled at him.

"So this really is your cousin?" Chris nodded and stepped beside Jack, looking at me as well.

"Had to drag his sorry butt out here; he's also attending AU this year." I suddenly felt very awkward, still on Stitch's back with his hand almost touching my butt and then this weird stranger looking at me.

Suddenly a girl wearing a bright yellow bikini appeared, wrapping her slender arms around Jack's neck. "Oh baby, just let the kid in. You never complain when we bring freshmen girls over."

Her smile was seductive, and she looked up at Jack batting her eyelashes.

His face softened and he wrapped his arm around her exposed waist. "'Cause girl is the key word, sweetheart." She giggled and kissed his cheek, and then she looked at me.

"He is kinda cute, minus all the black. Just let him in, he is with Chris anyway." She smiled sweetly at me, then turned, grabbed Jack's cup and walked away, swinging her hips.

"Well you heard the boss, you can come in, but only this time."

Below me Stitch laughed and finally let me down, walking in with Jack. I followed close behind. Jack closed the gate and stared at me with a raised eyebrow.

All around were college people in bathing suits, and drinking, and loud music, and girls in really small bikinis. Some girls were in the pool talking with guys, and some were tanning on lounge chairs off to the side.

I know I stood out like a sore thumb, I could feel everyone staring at me.

"Chris!" A brunette girl came out of the pool and rushed my cousin. She wrapped her arms around his neck and crushed him in a hug.

"Bailey!" he laughed, and enveloped her small figure in his chest.

"Oh my gosh, I've missed you so much!" They let go and she smiled up at him; he was taller by at least six-inches. She was wearing a hunter-green bikini with a pink Roxy emblem on the top.

She was really pretty, and I had never seen Chris look at a girl like that. They must be really close.

"Come on, let me introduce you to my cousin." Chris led 'Bailey' to where I was, and she smiled brightly at me.

"Hi, I'm Bailey. Nice to meet you!" She brought out her hand and I took it, giving her half a smile.

"I'm Fang." Her smile faltered and she stared at me confused, before looking at Chris. "I thought you said his name was Nick?"

I smirked at Chris's face. "Well it is, except his nickname is Fang, we hardly call him Nick. He thinks Fang makes himself sound better." He laughed as I rolled my eyes, but Bailey just smiled.

"You're right, Fang suits him a lot better." Chris stopped laughing and stared at the tiny girl in front of us like she was crazy. I smirked and rose an eyebrow at my cousin.

"Come on Fang, let me introduce you to my friends, I'm sure they'll love you." Her small hands grabbed my wrist and led me to the other side of the pool. I turned behind me and watched Chris as his mouth fell open, almost hitting the floor. It was a great moment.

Bailey led me over to three girls who were sitting on lounge chairs, drinking what looked like Margaritas.

"Ok guys, this is Fang, Chris's cousin. He's going to be attending AU this year." They all looked at me and smiled; I simply nodded and stood next to Bailey.

"This is Anissa, Karoline, and Zalina." She pointed to a blond, a girl with super curly black hair and a mocha-skinned girl. Karoline, I think, took off her sunglasses and looked me up and down.

Not weird at all.

"Wow, you look nothing like Chris. Maybe even a bit hotter. You totally pull off the whole emo/black attire." Her smile was blinding, and the rest of the girls laughed.

The word 'emo' was really starting to tick me off.

"I'm guessing you like black?" The other girl (Zalina) asked.

I nodded as Anissa patted the spot next to her. "You can sit you know, I don't bite." She flashed me a smile, showing her white teeth.

"I'm good." Her smile faltered, but she shrugged her shoulders and leaned back on the chair closing her eyes.

"So are you gunna go swimming Fang?" Karoline asked me, she held up a hand to her face as she looked up at me.

I shook my head, but looked at the pool, the water looked so refreshing.

"Too bad, bet you're hiding a six-pack under that shirt. It's a shame we won't be able to see it." I looked at Anissa again, a confused expression on my face.

But I did have a six-pack… Not that I would want to show off or anything…

"Anissa!" Bailey hissed, her eyes wide with embarrassment and her arms crossed.

"I'm sorry Fang, she can be a bit… hormonal." A smirk slipped my lips and I watched as Anissa turned slightly pink.

"That isn't always a bad thing Bailey. Jeez, you don't know how to have a good time." She sipped on her margarita, her cheeks still crimson.

These girls weren't so bad, I mean Anissa is a little… hormonal; Karoline seemed nice and Zalina was pretty cool.

Suddenly Karoline's eyes grew wide as she gazed past me and she nearly choked on her drink.

I was instantly jerked in the air and was now facing the concrete below me. A pair of hands held me by my ankles and another pair around my chest.

Stitch and Chris were hanging me above the water and laughing like maniacs.

What's up with people carrying people at this place?

They better not throw me in the… "Pool Bomb!" Stitch yelled out loud. His evil grin spread across his face again.

(Insert swear word)

"Put me down!" I tried getting out of their grip, but it was no use. Then they started swinging me side to side while counting down. "Ten, nine, eight, seven, six…"

This was really bad. By now everyone had joined in the count down and were cheering on the two idiots holding me.

I even heard Zalina whisper to Anissa, "Guess you are going to see his six-pack!" followed by something that sounded like a squeal.

"Three, two, one!"

On the last swing I felt their hands let go and myself flying through the air. I heard screams and laughter all around me, and I shut my eyes just before I hit the water.

The cold liquid soaked me, making the black fabric stick to my skin, perfectly outlining my six-pack. I came up for air, and glared at Chris who was kneeling by the edge and laughing his butt off.

"Welcome to AU, freshman!" He yelled while everyone else chanted my name.

And that is how I started my college life.

Three days later

After the big old pool party, I stayed at Chris' and Stitch's apartment for three days.

Chris and Stitch are sophomores now, so that's why they can live at an apartment outside the University. Unlike freshmen, who have to live in the dorms for their first year. Ya, I know, it sucks.

During those three days, I learned the definition of Hell.

Chris mostly went out and 'mingled' (got drunk) with new people and didn't get back until like two in the morning. I hardly saw him, unless I was there rubbing his back at four in the morning while he up-chucked. Then he slept most of the day and went out again at night.

Stitch, on the other hand, I saw a lot of him. Yay me.

Last year when Chris first attended Arizona University, his roommate at the dorms was Stitch. When my mother and I came to drop him off, we stayed for five days before going back home.

During those five days, I hung out with them, thinking it was cool to be 'chilling' with college guys. That was a stupid mistake.

They mostly ditched me, played jokes on me, embarrassed me and many more other things that would to too horrible to say.

Including the incident where Stitch dyed my underwear pink and hung them all over the girl's dorms. They even made me take them all down as the girls watched from their doorways.

It was a very low moment in my life.

So that is how I got to meet the wonderful human being, Riley Marks, aka Stitch.

In the meantime we just spent numerous hours in the apartment playing video games. I guess you could call it bonding time, but then it would sound weird.

We talked here and there, but most of the silence was filled with buttons clicking, and "Die you scumbag!" or "Oh yeah, I am the man!" Stitch's words, not mine.

But one thing I did learn that was very crucial, is that he could not sing.

My God.

He sounded so bad, it made me want to cry and go hide under a rock. He would sing in the morning whenever we made breakfast. I seriously feel bad for the neighbors.

Anywho, not to bore with the wonderful description of a dying horse on crack, let me tell you about my first day at my actual dorm.

Sadly, the day I left, Chris was too hung-over to take me to the University; so Jack, his girlfriend Layne, Stitch, and Bailey took me instead.

We drove in Jack's massive pick-up truck that you could hear from a mile away. When we got to the dorms, there were hardly any people. I guess I missed Freshmen Flood.

We all carried my stuff to Building S, room 15.

When we arrived, I opened the door and stepped into a half empty room. One side of the dorm seemed to be covered in scientific looking stuff, and on the bed a huge mess of wires and different colored tape was piled in the middle.

The desk contained books opened to various pages and an extra table was set next to the bed, different colored containers filled with liquid. So I guess my roommate already arrived.

"Dude, this place reminds of a science lab where crazy scientists do evil work in here." We all turned to Jack, who was looking around at the gadgets. He read my mind.

I set my bags on my bed and placed my camera case on the empty desk near the second window.

Stitch put my baseball bag by the closet and walked near the door. "So emo boy, guess we should head back, make sure Chris didn't barf his guts up." I crinkled my nose and nodded as Layne followed Jack out.

"And Fang, baseball tryouts are in two weeks. I'll remind Chris, but you never know if he'll be drunk that day. I'll try to get him there." I nodded to Stitch and watched as they all left except for Bailey.

We both stood there until she came up to me, "If you need anything Fang, you can call us." She smiled and hugged me. "You're family now, and if you ever need to talk, well you know where we are."

I looked after her as she walked to the door, before leaving my room she turned once more.

"And I know it doesn't make sense now, but Chris really does care about you. He's just scared of what you can…"

There was a shout from the hallway, "Bailey come on, we need to go!"

She sighed and glanced at me, "Bye Fang, good luck."

Then she closed the door, and I was left there sitting alone.

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