Emil walked down the empty corridors, still staring down at the card he held in his hand. On the card was the dorm room he would be staying in, and the classes he would be attending. With a quiet sigh, Emil shoved the paper into his pocket.

It was his first day at his new school. He had finished his last year of middle school in Iceland, and transferred to a boarding school in Norway. Sometimes he wished he had stayed in his little house in Reykjavik. Being in Oslo brought back painful memories that he wasn't ready to relive.

Emil stumbled backwards as someone sprinted down the hallway, bumping into him and almost making him drop his bag in the process. "Sorry!" The stranger called as he ran past. Emil vaguely recognized the spiky blonde hair, but it didn't matter. He shrugged and continued down the hallway. Then it hit him. "Mathias!" He whipped around; trying to get another look at what he presumed was a childhood friend. No luck. Emil sighed and continued in the opposite direction that Mathias had gone.

He checked the number of each dorm, until he stopped in front of the one that matched the card. This was his room. He knocked, hoping his roommate would answer since he wasn't given a key or anything. Sure enough, a cheery-looking young man opened the door and smiled warmly.

"Oh hello, you must be my new roommate. I'm Tino." He stepped aside, allowing Emil to enter. "You got here just on time. Lunch just started. You can unpack now, but you wouldn't get as long to eat."

"I'll unpack later." Emil sighed and tossed his bag in the floor, eyeing the school uniform folded neatly on the bed. "Do I need to put that on?"

"Yes. I'll be waiting outside for you." Tino's smile widened as he left the room.

Emil started peeling away his clothes and changing into the itchy uniform. He looked in the mirror leaning against the wall. Honestly, he thought he looked good. He took a deep breath, and then met Tino in the hallway. "Lead the way."

Tino started off back in the direction Mathias had gone. He just kept talking and talking, so Emil decided to completely tune him out and daydream for the rest of the walk. He wondered if that really was Mathias. If it was, then did that mean Lukas was going here too? His heartbeat sped up a bit, and he bit his lip. Surely he wouldn't just stumble across someone like that after many years. The odds were very unlikely, but all he could do was hope that it was true.

"Hey, what's your name?" Emil was snapped back to reality when Tino poked his arm. "What's your name?" He repeated.

"Oh, Emil. Sorry." He rubbed the back of his neck in embarrassment. Maybe daydreaming wasn't such a good idea. Now Tino would think he was ignoring him, which he was, but Tino didn't need to know that.

"We're here, Emil." Tino stopped by a large door. He pulled it open, revealing the large cafeteria. It wasn't anything special. There was a line in the corner where you could pick what you wanted to eat, and a series of circular tables dotted here and there. From the looks of it, there were also tables outside. There were a few students out there, but the majority was inside. Tino was already started off for the lunch line, dragging Emil by his wrist. "They have great food here, nothing like ordinary school stuff." His smile was as wide as ever.

Emil scanned over the crowd of students, desperately searching for Mathias. He was nowhere to be seen. He couldn't help but feel disappointed. Emil, now released from Tino's killer grasp, was free to look over the lunch options. He picked quickly, not quite caring what he got. The line was quick, and soon Tino was pulling me through the maze of tables.

"If you'd like, you can sit with me." Tino offered.

"Oh, sure." Emil nodded. He didn't care that Tino talked a lot, it was good to be accepted somewhere.

"This is our table." Tino pulled a chair out and sat down, motioning for Emil to sit as well.

Emil's eyes widened as the other three sitting at the table turned to look at him. Mathias, Berwald, and… Lukas. Emil almost dropped his tray, his hands were shaking so badly. It really was them… all of his old friends, and Lukas. They hadn't changed much from the looks of it. Berwald had gotten glasses and he was a bit taller than Mathias. Mathias stayed relatively the same, and the only change Emil saw in Lukas was the cross that pinned his bangs up.

"Are you going to sit down?" Lukas asked, looking up at Emil with those emotionless blue eyes. After noticing that he had been standing for a while, the Icelandic student quickly sat down in his seat. Something wasn't right, though. He couldn't quite put his finger on it.

"Guys this is Emil. Emil, meet Mathias, Lukas, and Berwald." Tino said with a wide smile.

"Nice to meet you!" Mathias said, his mouth still full of food.

"Idiot, swallow before you talk." Lukas took his juice box and squeezed it, shooting its contents at the older student. Mathias frowned and tried to wipe the juice away with his napkin.

"You're so mean Nor." He whined. "I'm going to go change." Mathias got up and grabbed his tray.

"Anyway, it's a pleasure to meet you Emil." Lukas dropped the deflated juice box and turned to look at him.

Emil's heart sank. Lukas didn't remember him, did he? They were apart for years after all, it wasn't a big surprise. But Emil couldn't help but feel hurt. They may have only bonded for a week, but that bond was strong. Wasn't it? "The pleasure is all mine." He replied politely.

It was quiet after that. Well, with the exception of Tino rambling on about something useless to Berwald. Emil stabbed at his food, but barely ate any. Lukas ate most of his food, and then excused himself. Emil did the same.

"I'll be in the room." Emil stood up and went to dump his tray, following Lukas to the line of trash bins lined against the wall. "Lukas." He sped up, walking side by side with his old friend. "Hi."

"Hi." Lukas looked back at him. His blank expression made Emil sick. Half of him wanted to try and tell Lukas who he was, but the other half was holding back.

"Nevermind." Emil muttered as he dumped his trash into a bin. "I'll see you around." He tossed his tray on the pile of other dirty trays and made for his room. Why? Why couldn't he just tell Lukas? It wasn't that hard. But still, part of him was against it. Would they have a higher chance of… maybe… becoming more than friends if the older student didn't know who he was? Emil mentally facepalmed. Why was he thinking like that? He sighed, turning his attention to the maze of hallways he was now lost in. If only he had paid more attention when Tino was leading him to the cafeteria…

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Erm... sorry for the bad ending. It's 2:34 AM here but I really wanted to get this done and upload it. Anyway, here's chapter 3 I hope you enjoyed it