Trouble for Four (Alfred, Lukas, Francis)

[LOVINO VARGAS]

This was turning out to be one of those days again; days which Romano hated with a burning passion, and it was barely past twelve in the afternoon. He must’ve broken a record of some sort.

As Romano walked through the corridor leading to the boys’ half of the dormitory building, he couldn’t help but curse under his breath. He was never one to enjoy sharing his stuff –much less his personal space – with anyone, so the very moment he had heard he would have to share a dormitory room with no less than three people, he had personally filed a flurry of complaints to the school’s principal detailing all the reasons why the man and his school sucked donkey nuts. As expected, nothing had come out of it, save for a single e-mail saying some crap about needing to mingle with people for once or something. Fucking sadistic asshole of a principal they had here. Forcing someone to sleep in an environment they found freaking uncomfortable wasn’t mingling or socializing, it was torture, plain and simple. If anything, it had only made him less likely to want to interact with anyone when he finally did get some alone time.

Still, it had been two years since Romano had enrolled and somehow, despite the less than favorable sleeping arrangements, he was still alive. It might’ve been because nine times out of ten, he hadn’t gone back to the dormitory room to sleep in the first place. During summers it had usually been warm enough to nap somewhere outside, and whenever the seasons had changed for the colder, there had always been at least one chick willing to sneak him into her dorm to save him from the cold.

Yeah, he knew he had been breaking some major rules doing that, and he also knew that the girls who had helped him would be in trouble too should they ever get caught, but damn if he cared. He hadn’t forced them to help him, and the reason he had had to resort to rule-breaking in the first place was because of the school’s lack of concern for the students’ discomforts. If anyone ever did catch him and started giving him and his chick trouble, he’d just give them a piece of his mind – and fist, if the former didn’t help.

The Italian sighed, unconsciously slowing his steps the closer he came to his dorm room. He really, really didn’t want to go. He would have given most anything to be able to just turn around and go back to the school building; hell, it wasn’t even late enough for him to call it a day yet. Normally, he always had an excuse to stay away from his room during this hour. Usually he just went in there to grab his stuff for the day, change clothes and wash, and for the last of those he didn’t even need to enter the room itself.

So why was he coming to the dorm in the first place today?

Just thinking about the reason made Romano grit his teeth. How the hell could he have been stupid enough to actually agree? It had been a stupid bet to begin with, and although he was admittedly in need of money, the reward for winning wasn’t anything amazing. He would spend it buying flowers for some random chick who’d discard them the next day anyway. Really, the cash wasn’t worth it.

And indeed, it wasn’t the cash that had driven Romano to so hot-headedly declare that doing the dare would not be a big deal. It had been his damn pride. There had been bellas watching, whispering among themselves, ready to laugh should he run away from the situation with his tail between his legs like usual There was no way he could have said no.

And yet, he regretted the decision with every fiber of his soul.

Romano’s steps halted, and he had to practically force himself to look up at the decorative numbers on the door to his right. 103. The last three numbers he would ever see. He was so going to die for this. Well, at least he’d die a man, die fighting for his honor. Or. Whatever.

He pressed his ear against the door, trying his best to listen if anyone was inside. If not, he might just get in and get out before anything bad could happen after all! And if he did hear something - like Francis having fun with one of his victims - he'd know to go wait in the toiletroom or something until the route was clear.

Surely enough, Romano didn’t hear a thing but then, the ones inside could just be not making any noise. He didn’t even know who his current dormmates were, could have been that quiet Greek kid or the Swede; neither made any noise to begin with no matter where they were. All he knew was that, last he had checked, he had still had Francis as his roommate, and that was more than enough reason to shy away from the dorm whenever possible. The other two boys who had supposedly moved in only a while ago? He had no idea who they were, which kinda made the bet even tougher.

But, there was no backing down now. Declining a bet was one thing, running away after having agreed was completely another; if the former was embarrassing, the latter was an utter disgrace for any man.

So, drawing in a breath, Romano reached for the doorknob. All he’d have to do was get in, steal an item from each of his doormats without being detected, run like fucking hell and show his spoils to the group of students waiting for him in the cafeteria. Wasn’t impossible, right?

Right.

And with that, he opened the door and peeked inside, hoping to god his annoyed glare wouldn’t meet with another pair of eyes.

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(\Since someone had to start it. Sorry for the poor post though nnngh I had no idea how to start. Also, made some liberties and assumed Romano and Francis had been dormmates for a while, with the others just turning up recently. They could have possibly had other dormmates before, or whatever you prefer *shrug* Tell me if something needs editttingg)

[soraeya]

Lukas stepped from the bathroom of the dorm, a towel bound around his waist, while he rubbed his hair with another. The day had been reasonably quiet simply becaue he had decided that he didn’t feel like going to any of his classes because he had not only caught up on all of his work, but was ahead too. His roommates, the annoying bunch that they were, had gone this morning or… well someone had left but Lukas had still been in his bed and hadn’t bothered to find out who exactly had left. As much as the Norwegian had wanted to sleep in, he had woken up around dawn and instead of getting up right away, he had decided to lay in bed and reread a few of his favorite books. Lukas was soon lost within worlds far beyond his Hawaiian hell, in the cold lands of the ancient Norse and their gods, and he lost all sense of time.

By the time his body was screaming at him for some morning nourishment, a shower, and to do any other bathroom routines, Lukas glanced at the clock and blinked when he saw that it was already after ten. Cursing under his breath for being so lazy, he stuck in his bookmark and finally got of bed. Then he had eaten a bowl of cereal, undressed, and had a nice long shower. So now, back to where this began and Lukas was now standing in the empty dorm with only a towel to cover himself, the boy sighed whilst he draped the towel over his head and made his way to his room, the one that was closeted to the lounge area. Shutting his door behind him, he took his time to dry off before slipping on some boxers, jeans, socks and a clack muscle shirt. Standing by his room’s window, he looked outside as he ran idle fingers through his still damp, though light hair, before he replaced his Nordic cross hairpin back into place.

The scenery outside was pleasant enough, with the occasional student walking by with their books telling him that lunch had just started. Blue eyes watched as girls laughed with one another and guys goofed off, but Lukas held his indifferent expression. He had always felt like an outsider and being at this place didn’t help this knowledge one bit, except make it truer. He knew that he didn’t try very hard to pursuer friends, but he did this simply on the basis that he didn’t know how to. The majority of his life had spent with his grandfather trying to hone his powers into what they are now, so much to the pint that he was almost able to create two time bubbles at the same time, thus allowing him to cover greater distances, but the exertion of doing so was too great.

Actually, the last time he had tried to do so he had stepped over his limits and had collapsed from exhaustion, butt he worst part was that he had foolishly tried to do so alone. For hours he had lain out in the forest and hadn’t come to after dark, by which time he was cold, wet, and dehydrated. The thing was no one even knew he was missing and that’s what bugged him. He tried so hard to avoid people that him not being with others was the norm and the time he actually was in trouble, no one gave a damn. People thought him weird and cold and sometimes mean, when in reality he just held the same, stoic expression and only spoke when the teacher asked him a question, though usually they only did this because no one else had given the right answer.

Rubbing the back of his neck and frowning, the blonde let his gaze fall from the window before he turned and slipped on his shoes. He might as well go and eat because he had missed breakfast and was rather hungry. Grabbing his keys and wallet, the Norwegian stepped from his room before he closed the door and locked it, not trusting anyone in this school who might want to steal his valuable books or see his stuffed bunny. Looking about, he noted that their dorm was less then tidy at the moment with a few magazines scattered about and the couch was looking a bit disorganized but cleaning would have to wait. He didn’t even glance at the door’s of his roommates, to see whether or not they were open, because he was certain that he was alone in the dorm and, in all honesty his roommates held little interest of his anyways. There was this one guy, from France, who was a complete flirt and moron, a brunette who always looked like he had his panties in a bunch and sometimes had no-so-sneakily snuck some random tramp into his room, and… the third even Lukas wasn’t sure because he thought he had seen another boy but hadn’t seen him again for a while so he speculated that perhaps he was either of friend of the others or had dropped out or moved or something.

Lukas started towards the main door, his thoughts deciding what he should do for lunch, and he was just about to reach for the doorknob when he paused and blinked. The knob had slowly begun to turn and the faint click of the door being freed from the latch mechanism reached the blonde’s ears, before he saw the door slowly begin to open. Lukas raised a brow in confusion and instantly guessed trouble since the door was being opened so carefully. Sighing, he reached forward and grabbed the handle before yanking it back quickly. The door flung open and with it, came the form of his brunette roommate, to whom Lukas looked down at with a neutral expression. Now why would someone want to sneak into his or her own dorm?

“Don’t tell me you have another girl with you…” The Norwegian stated bluntly, not even caring to look up from the other boy to see if there was a girl in the corridor.