Theories.

Queen {one}

1 year, 6 months ago

September.

"De la Mendoza? Is that Mexican?"

"Filipino," I sigh.

"You don't look Filipino. Your eyes aren't slanted."

"You don't look stupid. You're missing your dunce cap."

"Touché," the guy says. He goes back to weaving a small bracelet and sweeps a long hair out of his face. "I'm Frasier."

"Quinten."

Frasier nods accordingly, and reaches behind him to grab a small basket of thread. "Where you from?"

I set my suitcases down, along with my guitar. "New York."

"Why the hell are you going to college in Colorado?" he chuckles softly, pushing more long locks of curly hair out of his face, but not looking up at me. To be honest, he looks a little like I used to, with his dark hair hanging a bit past his shoulders, curly from the middle to the ends. I've long since cut it shorter. I watch him adjust his glasses and pick at his fingernails while I try to respond.

To be honest, I don't even know why I chose Colorado. I don't even think my brother is here anymore. He probably made his way to California by now. Maybe it's because Loren Cassius de la Mendoza was the first one of us to make it on his own, away from my drunken mother and sick father, and I wasn't going to let him be the last.

"My brother said he was doing great here. I dunno," I reply, picking at my own fingernails. "Where you from?"

"Boulder. Not quite born, but raised."

"The high life," I chuckle. "Why didn't you just go to school there?"

"Because... I wanted to get away, too. UNC is far enough away from things I don't wanna go back to." The laugh throughout his statement is a warning not to pry any further. I shrug it off. "Do you have a middle name?"

"Yeah. Damari."

"I don't have a middle name," Frasier shrugs.

"Cool."

The dorm is bigger than I thought. Frasier seems to have already set up his half, plain browns and blues, typical boyish colors. There's a small lamp on his side of the room. I smile. It's so simple, yet I feel like it came out of a magazine. It's something I never had, and from the looks of it, something Frasier has gotten in the habit of doing. I wonder what kind of life he's had.

"You're checked in already and everything?" Frasier asks. I nod, although he's preoccupied with something else. I notice his tank top.

"Queen?" I ask.

"Freddie Mercury? Voice to die for," Frasier beams.

I smile, open my suitcase, and dig through to pull out my own Queen t-shirt. "I think we'll get along just fine."

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THIS STORY WILL BE DEPRESSING.

THIS STORY WILL BE DEPRESSING.

tHiS StOrY wiLL fUk U uP.

I'm sorry people of the world, but sad things are my forte, as you know. There are more happy things to come, just not in this book. Let me know what you think of our characters so far: Quinten and Frasier. I suppose you don't know much about them, but first impressions are everything.

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p.s. Darren Criss is popular?? I don't watch glee or anything so I didn't know that. Whatever.