The Last Architects

Chapter Three.

 "...Oh my god, I have to go..." I choked, hanging up right as Heidi proceeded to exclaim on why. And as I crossed my legs on the mattress, I studied the man in front of me...No way. "Aha, I think you have the wrong dorm." I raised a brow, no longer feeling the need for politeness.

"Don't you? This is a rather small dorm for all this nick-nack." Skyler tapped the door handle with clear hostility as he looked over all my things, and I gave a sarcastic smile when he looked at me.

"I'm coming from a different country. But please, if you're uncomfortable with it, I won't keep you here." I grinned, falling back into the mattress and turning up the vinyl. "It was a nice moment, I hope you enjoy your next dorm."

"Aha. Bad excuse. So am I." He pushed the boxes aside and my eyes rolled. "And I'll request a dorm change today." He looked over my belongings in hate and I had never been happier for what he said, "but for tonight," Skyler lowered his tone and I closed my eyes, " let's be civil." The moment I heard him near my bed I quickly looked up, cautious if he'd been planning to kill me. But when he turned and walked to his own, I relaxed.

"I thought we were, but your ridiculous statement in class proved just how many issues you have." I struggled to speak through laughter, and when he scoffed I really did try and stop. "Am I wrong? You got all defensive, not me."

"Well, mostly for the stupidity of that kind of design. It's pretty, sure. But for the world ahead, we need new ideas, new solutions. Not pretty cottages." He shrugged and I moved onto my side to watch as he sat down on his bed, taking off his glasses with stress he seemed to cause himself.

"...I disagree. I feel like the designs you're referencing more so symbolize the downfall in not only human connection but creativity and emotions, it creates a distance and destroys community and communication. But that seems fitting for someone like you to believe that that is a good thing." I smiled through my annoyance, using Chet Baker to drown out anything he said. "But if you want to be civil, I suggest you don't come up with an answer for me."

"Aha... morveux." His short temper defaulted to French of all languages.

"Wow, that's not very friendly, Skyler. You really can't even take your own advice." I rolled across the mattress to face the wall. "Do you dye your hair to keep it from graying?" I called over the music.

"Does yours influence your personality?" Oh, how creative.

I watched as he walked into the bathroom with a change of clothes, and I took the opportunity to get up, quickly exchanging my pants for something nicer before getting my bag and texting Heidi. We'd made the plans a week ago, and one bad roommate wasn't going to change that. So as I walked to the door, I paused a moment before calling out. "I'm meeting up with friends! If you go anywhere, lock the door, please. Your brutal highness..." I kept the second part under my breath.

"Who doesn't lock the door? Should I be concerned you don't, Karen Smith." He looked out of the bathroom with narrowed eyes and I didn't hesitate on kicking the door shut against him.

"Great reference! Screw you!" I didn't need to get into a physical altercation with someone much larger than me, but the moment I fell into pace to leave, I gasped at the feeling of Skyler's hand finding the collar of my shirt, yanking me back hard enough I hit the floor.

"What was that?!" I couldn't believe him, holding his nose like some baby while I was just thrown to the floor.

"'What was that' WHAT WAS THAT?! That was hardly equal, you son of a!" I groaned, moving my arms around myself. "Fuck you."