Chapter 2

This kid must have missed the growth spurt train because he was at least six inches shorter than me. He had wildly spiky brown hair that seemed to stick up however it wanted to. I sat on my bed like a total creeper while I watched him unpack the few duffle bags he had brought with him.
"So you gonna tell me your name kid?" I asked him as he carelessly threw a blue blanket over his bed.
"Sora," he was now trying with no avail to tuck the corners of the blanket in securely.
"Your folks not comin' to help you?" I asked, deciding to be a douche and not help him at all. Sora shook his head, causing all his spikes to wave dangerously. I absent mindedly wondered if he had ever seriously injured anyone with his hair daggers.

He gave up on the bed and started shoving clothes in the tiny closet we both had to share. He didn't even bother to put his stuff on hangers. He was gonna be a great roomie, I could tell.
"You ever gonna tell me your name?" he asked, throwing several pairs of pants onto a shelf.
"Maybe," I responded cooly. "For a price,"
"Price…?" Sora cocked his eyebrow at me suspiciously. He was now tossing a pair of yellow sneakers into the closet. This kid was probably gonna drive me nuts, I'd already decided.

I chuckled. "Yeah. You do all my homework, or I'll beat you up." This explanation elicited a glare from my new blue eyed roomie.
"You're kidding," he stated, only his voice wavered slightly. This caused me to laugh more.
"Yeah, I'm kidding."
"You're bizzare,"
"Name's Riku," I finally introduced myself.
"Weird name,"
"Right and Sora's a totally normal name heard all the time,"

Sora rolled his eyes. He was now shoving the empty duffel bags under his bed frame. I sat up at the same time Sora flopped himself onto his bed.
"Let's get the basics out of the way," I stated. Sora didn't respond in any visible way so I continued, "Age, major, fun fact. Go."
"Seventeen, History, and–" Sora paused. I just stared at him, hoping my eyes had the same effect as my mother's and that Sora felt like I was burning into his soul; but he seemed oblivious to the fact I was even looking at him. He was really struggling to name one fun fact about himself.
"Dude," I started. "C'mon. Just one little thing,"
"I guess," Sora drew the words out so slowly I wanted to pull my hair out. "I like… pie."
"You like… pie." I repeated. Yeah this guy was a keeper.
"Your turn," the brunette said.
"Eighteen, General Studies, and I'm a convicted serial killer." Sora sat up, eyeing me wearily.
"Kidding!" I said, flashing a cheesy grin. "I like pie, too." Sora just chuckled.

"So why history?" I asked after we sat in a semi-awkward silence.
"Was either that or psychology," he explained in a bored tone.
"Gross," I stated. Both majors sounded so unbearably boring that I'd probably end up dropping hydrochloric acid in my eyeballs.
"Why general studies?" Sora questioned.
"Dunno," I answered truthfully. "Wanted to do something I guess." Sora merely shrugged his shoulders.

We started talking to each other a little more and I discovered that Sora's eighteenth birthday was coming up soon so I promised him we'd hit up a club, but he didn't seem to interested in that idea. What a party pooper. Turned out Sora had a few family members also attending the university, although he wasn't particularly close to them. I questioned why his folks hadn't helped him move in but he was uninterested in explaining, so I didn't push. It wasn't my place to get caught up in someone else's family drama. I told him about dear Seph and his fancy-pants law degree.

"You know what we should do, homie?" I asked him after a couple hours of getting to know each other had passed.
"Homie…" Sora stated.
"We're homies now, yo."
"Uh… right,"
"It's how the real gangsta's speak," I replied, adding another 'yo' to the end of my sentence. Sora just stared at me, which caused me to laugh.
"Anyways," I continued. "We should join a fraternity. That's what all the cool kiddos do."
"I don't know, Riku," he replied nervously.
"Why not?"
"I've heard the ones on campus have a lot of parties and do a lot of drinking,"
"Well duh!" I said shaking my head. I could tell Sora was nervous. I'd seen that look in my poor anxious mother's eyes loads of times.

"We're totally gonna go to rush week." I said, looking him straight in the eyes.
"Rush– what?" Sora cocked his head to the side. What was he, a lost puppy? I swear…
"Duh, bone head." I replied. "You rush frats so you can figure out which one you wanna join."
"Is it what the 'real gangsters' do? Yo?" Sora said. I guffawed. Everyone in the surrounding rooms probably heard me.
"It's totally what the real gangstas do."

Luckily the dining hall wasn't too far away from our humble abode. Well I guess it depends on what you think is far. Sora was complaining all the way.
"Why would they build the freshman dorm so far away," he complained as he shuffled along beside me.
"Dude really. It's in the middle of campus. It's not that far," I stated, shoving my hands in the pockets of my loosely fitted jeans. Sora just sighed, lazily scraping his shoes against the sidewalk.

I had noticed that though our dorm was co-ed, there was an abundance of females. And most of those females were, like Sora and I, on their way to the dining hall. They all seemed pretty attractive. I rated girls on a hotness scale of one to ten; one being 'holy hell, how many ugly branches did you manage to hit as you fell out of the tree'. And at least half these girls were a six or higher. I smirked thinking this was gonna be fun semester.

"Got a girlfriend, Sora?" I asked him as walked up the stairs with a group of students to enter the large dining hall.
"Nah," he replied holding the door open for a couple of good looking ladies; sevens.
"You gay?" The shock on his face when I asked him was priceless. His jaw dropped and his eyes got so wide I thought he'd lost his eyelids.
"It's okay if you are," I laughed. I didn't judge people.
"No– Riku that's a personal question!" Sora said angrily.
"Why? We're homies now," I stated. "Like I said, it's okay if you are."
"Riku–" Sora sounded like he was about to scold me, but never got the chance as someone collided into him.

Sora stumbled forward but I caught his arm, saving him from what would've been a nasty face plant. He thanked me as we turned to get a good view of the culprit. A kid shorter than Sora (was that possible?) had fallen to the floor behind us. He had a mop of black hair which lay flat on his head, and had sky blue eyes similar to Sora's.

"Sorry man," the kid apologized. Had his balls not dropped yet? Seriously this kid sounded like Justin Beiber. He was dressed in a large black hoodie and some dark wash jeans. Maybe he was one of those genius fourteen year olds that go to college you hear about every so often.
"S'okay," Sora stated. He reached out to shake the boy's hand. Sora was a pretty friendly guy. The kid looked shocked but shook Sora's hand eagerly.
"Name's Xion," he stated.

What the hell? Were everyone's parents on crack in the hospital while naming their children?
"Hey Xion," I muttered nonchalantly, turning to go forward into the hall. I pointed to myself and brunette friend, "I'm Riku, and that there's Sora."

Sora and I (mostly Sora) decided to let the Xion kid sit with us for dinner. I got several slices of pizza while Sora got a bowl of spaghetti. Xion had gotten himself a salad (really?). We scouted out a table that had several empty chairs and sat down. The other chairs were occupied by an auburn girl sitting with a green eyed girl. An eight and a seven respectively.
"Name's Riku," I introduced myself in the deepest most seductive voice I was capable of. Both girls looked at me, though only the green-eyed seven blushed. Dammit.

After Sora and Xion said their names, the girls introduced themselves. Kairi was the auburn, and green-eyes was Selphie. We discovered that we were all freshmen and all conveniently located in the same dorm. Score!

After we had talked a bit I asked the girls what their majors were.
"English," was Kairi's answer.
"Education," Selphie replied. Sora and I shared our majors when it occurred to me that Xion hadn't shared his yet.
"Undecided at this point," he answered in that high pitched voice of his. "Leaning towards Art though,"
"You struck me as physics major material," I replied, shoving the last bit of pizza into my mouth. Xion giggled. I kid you not. He giggled.
"No way," he replied after his giggle fit subsided. The rolling of my eyes was concealed by my long silver bangs.
We had all finished our food and decided that we'd try to get together again sometime. Cool, I had a group of friends now. We could all be homies. The girls lived on the first floor so we bid ado to them before heading up a flight of stairs. Xion lived on our floor, but much further down.
"Hey, Xion!" I called to him before he could get too far away. He paused and turned in my direction. "Come with us to rush week!"
Xion nodded and then went on his merry way.

The kid was an oddball, no doubt but I kind of liked him. That and if he really was a child genius, then I wanted him to be my friend in case college algebra got to be too much of a challenge. Sora and I entered our room and I immediately flopped on my bed. The mattress, hard as it was, felt wonderful. I inhaled the scent of home which was radiating off my pillow case.

"By the way," Sora stated, gathering up a towel and miscellaneous showering items. "No."
"What?" I blinked at him.
"No," he repeated. "I'm not gay."

A/N You shush about Xion. :P I know SHE's a girl. So shush, be patient. :P

What up homies? We can be homies too right? Fanfiction homies…