One shots (boyxboy)

Talk nerdy to me. {Olsen and Marce}

Olsen POV

The first day of college and everything was so new, I went through orientation, and I could barely hold in my excitement. I stood in line to get my dorm key, I was a freshman, and everything was so different from highschool. The lady at the desk smiled at me.

"Name?" She asked.

"Olsen, Olsen Rowley." She typed on her computer.

"There you are, oh! Your roommate is a music major too." She said handing me the key, I got excited, music was everything to me, and if my roommate felt the same way we will become great friends.

I got to the room. Number 346, I bit my lip, I opened it. There was no one in here, and it had only two beds, other than that it was empty. He was about to close the door when a foot came in the door and it flung open.

"Hey freshmeat!" A males voice said, he was so different than Olsen thought, he was tall, and wore black leather boots, bright red skinny jeans, a black tank top that said something weird, and a leather jacket. He had piercings in his lips, and in his eye brow, and in his ear. Half shaved head, and ruffly electric blue hair.

"h-hey." I said weakly, I didn't know what I was looking at. He didn't look like a music major, or someone that would even consider going to college.

"Ha, why so shy cutie?" He asked dropping a large box on the bed, and a backpack on the bed as well.

I blushed not know how to respond to such a question.

"What do you want me to call you cutie?" He asked standing up with his hands on his hips. I didn't realize he was actually talking to me until he cleared his throat, and leaned in closer to me.

"Olsen, m-my name is Olsen." I said quickly. He smiled and my heart skipped a beat, he was such a new creature. He looked so harsh, and hard core. The kind of guys I wouldn't even dream of talking to in highschool, and here he was. Trying to carry a conversation with me.

"Nice to meet you Olsen, my name is Marcel. But my friends call me Mar." He said smirking, he turned on his heels and opened the box on his bed. "You're one of my friends Olsen, even though you are Fresh-meat, but I bet the gang will let you hang with me." He said hanging up a poster of some rock band.

"What grade are you in?" I asked a little confused, I thought I might be sharing a room with another freshman.

"Oh I'm a Junoir, but I'm the age of a freshman, I'm 19." He said scratching the back of his head.

"What? How is that?!" I asked, I had a four point O grade in my high school, and this is one of the top music colleges in state, and he's 19 and a junior?! How?!

"Just between you and me, I know a lot more about music than all of these posers combined." He said putting a poster of Albert Enstine on the wall.

"R-really?" I asked a little unsure.

"I have sorta a gift, with music. It's all I understand, and from music I understand everything else. Elements, chemical reactions, mathematics, consolations in the stars, I know it all. Name anything, and I'll give you whatever information I have on it." He said, I believed him, even though I did doubt that he knew everything.

"Okay, I believe you." I said I didn't want to start a fight with him, he was my new roommate and I wanted to have a good impression on him.

"Mar, Mar where are you?" A voice said from the hall.

"Here!" Marcel shouted walking to the door.

"I hate that they moved you to the freshman floor, it's annoying that they're going by age now." A tall boy said, he was large, scratch that muscular, very muscular. He wore a white t-shirt, and dark jeans, he had his hair slicked back, he looked like an average college student that high school girls would fall head over heels for.