Where It Began

Hello, I'm...

{Ricky's POV}

I check and double check all my bags and boxes. Today's the day I move into my dorm at my college in California. It's a bit far from home, but I can't find a fuck to give. My black pittbull, Bear, runs into the room and nearly knocks me on my ass.

"Woah, calm down boy!" I exclaim and hold onto his spiked collar, making him sit.

He literally gives me puppy eyes.

"Awe, are you gonna miss me?" I ask and scratch behind his ear.

He just pants, his tongue hanging out of his mouth. I shake my head and begin packing boxes and luggage to my trusty truck. When I'm finished, I get into the truck and my parents wave as I drive away.

Here's the truth, my parents are religious homophobes. They're cool with me wearing black and makeup. But my father once told me that gays were the scum of the earth. I'm gay. I decided to keep my mouth shut. Until now that is. My parents shall get a lovely text message later this evening.

I completely independent now, I got a full ride scholarship to my university. I'm majoring in music. Rock and all types of metal are my favorites. I play guitar and can sing fairly decent. Maybe I'll join a band? That'll be badass.

This'll be a long drive. I put in my favorite ACDC cd and sing along. The music blares through my truck's epic sound system. An elderly woman is giving me a disapproving look from her vehicle that's next to mine at this stoplight. I give her a smile and flip her off. She gasps as the light turns green. I speed off.

It's always fun to mess with people that hate people like me. My life motto is: If you don't like it, you can go fuck yourself. Why can't people be a little more accepting? Hate leads to wars. I highly doubt that the US wants another civil war. That'd be a stupid battle. WE WANT THE RIGHT TO WEAR BLACK AND HEAD BANG TO SICK MUSIC! Why must people complicate shit?

A few hours later, I arrive at the university. Time to begin the rest of my life! I'm going to go by Ricky Horror now. Who wants to share the last name of homophobic asses? Not this guy. I pull into the parking lot beside my dorm.

I go inside and unlock my room. My roommate isn't here yet. I hope I get a tolerable person for a roommate. I carry everything from the truck into my room. I make my bed with black silk sheets and a thick black duvet. I then set up my computer on my desk and organize my cd collection. I hang up posters and put all my clothes away. I'm a little OCD.

I check the time, it's only 11am. I decide to take a nap. I hardly slept last night because Bear was in my bed and wouldn't stop moving around and whining. I kick off my converse and crawl underneath the covers. My eyelids become heavy as I drift off.

"Wake up Sleeping Beauty." I hear a voice say.

My eyes snap open and I see the most gorgeous guy I've ever seen. I'm not exaggerating. He has long black hair, beautiful brown eyes, drawn on eyebrows, gauges, and three lip piercings. I sit up and stretch. The guy smirks.

"I'm assuming you're my roommate considering you were cat napping in this bed." He says.

"I'm Ricky Olson, I go by Ricky Horror." I say, voice rough from sleep.

"I'm Chris Cerulli, I go by Chris Motionless." He says.

I look around the room. Chris' side of the room looks similar to mine, except his sheets have little jack-o-lanterns. That's cute.

"So, you're a freshman too?" He asks.

"Yes. I'm majoring in music." I say.

"Me too. I sing. I'm guessing you're good with that guitar over there." He says and motions to my guitar that's set up on it's stand.

"Yeah." I say.

"I'm so glad I didn't get a complete ass for a roommate." He says with a sexy crooked grin.

"You and me both." I say.

"Do you want to go get lunch? It's around two." He says.

"Sure." I say and get up.

I look up, damn he's tall.

"You're short." He says bluntly.

"No shit Sherlock." I say and roll my eyes.

I pull on my converse and comb my hair. Chris holds the door open as we walk out it. He shoves his hands into his jean pockets as we walk.

"So, what's your sexual orientation?" He asks.

"Why do you want to know?" I ask.

"I'm just curious." He says.

"I'm gay."

"Cool, me too." He smiles.

I hope my jaw doesn't look like it broke.

"Why so quiet?" He asks and raises a stenciled brow.

"Uh." I mumble.

He chuckles.

"Are you single?" He asks.

"Maybe." I say.

"I'll take that as a yes." He says.

"Being cocky, aren't we?" I ask.

"Nah." He says.

We arrive at the campus food court. There's a Subway, Domino's, Starbucks, McDonalds, and a few non chain restaurant places. I get chicken wings and a coffee. Chris gets much the same.

"Yes! Chicken wings!" He exclaims.

"The food of champions!" I exclaim.

He laughs and we sit at a small table.

"Okay Horror, tell me about yourself." Chris says after a few minutes of silence.

"I'm 18, I like metal, my dog's name is Bear." I say.

"That's cute. I'm 18, I like The Nightmare Before Christmas, and Halloween is the best holiday." He says.

"Why are you majoring in music?" I ask.

"I've always wanted to start a band." He says with a smile.

"That's epic." I say.

"How about you be one of the guitarists?" He asks.

"Sure." I say.

"This has been a good first day of college."

"Yep."

"When do your classes start?"

"The day after tomorrow."

"Me too."

We dump our trash and set the trays on a shelf. We walk back to the dorm in a comfortable silence.

"I say Tim Burton movie marathon!" Chris says.

"Alright, but I'm putting on my pajamas." I say.

"Okay." Chris says and goes to mess with the DVD player.

I go into the bathroom and change into black flannel pajama pants. I leave my clothes in a hamper and go back into the room. Hot damn, Chris is shirtless. He's wearing pajama pants with pumpkins on them. I can now die. I should stop fangirling over my roommate now.

Chris turns off the lights and crawls under his blankets. He pats the space beside him.

"C'mon Ricky, I don't bite...that hard." He says with a grin.

I hesitantly get under the covers with him. He gives me a heart melting smile.

"Ricky, get your ass over here. I'll get cold." He says.

I scoot over and close the space between us. He wraps an arm around me and I relax into his shoulder. We watch the movie, unconsciously shifting closer to each other. I end up half asleep, using Chris' chest as a pillow.

"Goodnight Ricky." Chris says and kisses my temple before I fall completely asleep.