Hugs Before Toast

Untitled Part 1

September

Within the first ten minutes of starting the new school term and stepping into his dorm room that was just outside the school , that at the age of thirteen he had decided that was going to be his dream school , Enjolras had decided that he had made a wrong decision. As Enjolras walked into his dorm room, packed like a donkey with all of his bags, he walked through the door and he found out that the main room resembled a pig sty that had not only been tormented with not only a hurricane but a tsunami as well, as there was clothes in every possible location, and on the two tables there was a small mountain of clothes and other rubbish on each of them. A desk had been knocked over and there was a cup of mysterious pink liquid that was dripping on the floor into an increasingly large pink puddle, that could either be blood that was rather funny coloured or it belonged someone with a rare and undiscovered disease or it was either strawberry milkshake.

However this wasn't the problem as Enjolras could cope with the mess, as messes soon could be cleaned up and with a good few hours the room could be clean again. The problem was that there was a naked man in his room, standing with a sandwich that was leaking cheese onto the floor that was only adding to the mess that seemed to be growing by the second. Enjolras looked up at the man and he stared at the man's eyes in the attempt to prevent them from drifting downwards as when someone is naked, and that someone is a man, you somehow always look at their penis. Enjolras doesn't understand why people do that, maybe there was a magnetic pull that forced someone to look down there, an animal instinct of some sort to see who would be the alpha male.

The thing that made Enjolras the most uncomfortable, wasn't the fact that the room was a mess, or that there was a naked man in his room, but it was the fact that the man seemed to actually be rather comfortable being naked in the presence of another, and he lifted up a hand as a greeting when Enjolras walked in to the room and stared at him with his jaw on the ground with his shoes.

"Wrong room!" Enjolras squealed as he covered his eyes with one hand and with the other he picked up his bag and left the room as fast he could without bumping into the door frame too many times. Once he had slammed the door behind him, Enjolras threw his bags on the floor and lent against the wall and started to rub the sore spot that he had on his hip that he got from the door handle from when he tried to make a hasty exit. Enjolras tried to think about what was happening, but his brain had turned to mush and it was running slow like a virus filled Windows product that had just gone into the blue screen of death and it was still trying to reboot.

When he had eventually had been given the gift of having his thoughts back, they were running slow and the software that his brain was using, was now Windows Vista with Internet Explorer on to boot. Enjolras dove into his pocket of his red jacket and pulled out the napkin that had the number of his room scrawled on it. It took Enjolras a few moments to find the napkin as it had travelled into the inside lining of his jacket through a hole that hadn't been sewn up properly. Enjolras could have gotten himself a new jacket, but he loved his red coat that was exclusively worn for the occasions where he felt he needed a bit more luck, such as when he went out to get signatures for a petition or if he was wanting France to win the world cup, and since today was a rather momentous occasion in Enjolras's life, he felt that he could use a little red jacket karma to help him on his way. However the jacket seemed to have lost its magic or Enjolras had done something rather pure evil that caused Karma to place a naked man into his dorm room.

Enjolras looked at the napkin in his hand and back at the door and repeated the action several times, just to make sure that the numbers on the napkin hadn't suddenly merged into a new set of numbers in front of his eyes. The napkin had the numbers of 302 scrawled into them and the door had the same numbers on it. Enjolras must have gotten the wrong numbers as room 302 couldn't possibly be his , as he was rather adamant to the office staff and the school that he would be having a single room, he was rather persistent and made the boy in the office cry as he made his demand for having a single room rather clear. Sure Enjolras felt a bit bad for making him cry, but at the same time he didn't really care as having a roommate was his own personal form of hell, as he would have to put up with the issues of loud music, unwashed dishes and the roommate having sex on the shared sofa or even them just walking around naked. And it was for his own sanity and everyone else's sanity who lived in the same apartment block as him, so having a single room was a win, win situation for him and his potential neighbours. He gets a room by himself where he doesn't spend the year going insane, the neighbours get to keep their hearing as they are not subjected to their neighbour shouting at his roommate all the time.