Labeled Dreams

Friends or Foe?

Luke had just finished putting up a couple of blink-182 and Nirvana posters, pictures of him and his family, and set up his bed. The bedsheets and pillows were white, his comforter black.

He was hopping off his bed, not before tripping and falling towards the ground. Before hitting the wooden floor, a pair of strong arms held him tightly, preventing him from falling.

Luke's eyes were shut tightly, but he quickly opened them them to face a pair of bright caster green eyes. Harry.

"You alright there?" Harry asked, amusement evidence in his raspy voice.

"Yep...." Luke looked around the room, waiting for Harry to let him go. "So... you gonna, hold me all day, or?"

"Oh, right." Harry brought Luke to the ground and pat his back. "Be more careful, mate." Walking out the room, Harry gave a small wave and the shut the door.

Luke stayed in the same position he was in for a while before facing Harry's side of the room. There were large Beatles, The Rolling Stones, and Nickelback posters hanging neatly on his wall, and a picture of Harry holding a girl in his arms, both revealing a large, dorky smile. They looked alike. Probably his sister.

Luke was so absorbed in all of his family pictures, that he didn't hear Harry come up behind him. "Whatcha' doin?"

Luke screamed and spun around to kick Harry where it hurts. Hard. "Oh my gosh! I'm so sorry!"

Harry moaned and groaned a bit before clutching his goodies and sitting on the bed. He hissed in pain, and gave Luke a tight smile. Gritting from his teeth, he said, "It's okay." He practically growled.

"I-I thought you left! I j-just didn't see you!" Luke stuttered, becoming more and more embarrassed.

"I just had to get another box." He took one hand off the front of his pants and pointed towards a small cardboard box filled with books. "But, really. It's fine."

Luke shook his head vigorously. "No. It's not." He looked around and came up with an idea. "I'll go fetch some ice, yeah?"

Before Harry could answer, Luke ran out the door, asking around, where he could get some ice. He kept asking until he came face to face with another curly haired boy, held back with a red bandana. "Hi. D-do you know where I can get some ice?"

The boy looked at Luke and smiled politely, causing him to smile back. "Actually, yes. I had to get some earlier, and you know, since I'm new as well, I asked around and came across this nice lady who told me where it was and I said-"

"Where's the ice?" Luke said, interrupting. Ashton blushed and looked down. Luke felt like an ass. "Sorry, I just hit my roommate in the testicles and I need some ice, ASAP."

Ashton looked up to giggle. "Testicles...." He repeated and laughed harder. His laugh was.... unique. "Yeah, I know where the ice is. It's near the laundry room and vending machine."
"Cool! Thanks!" Luke walked away, but came back. "Wait, where's the laundry room and vending machine?"

"Near the Senior Help Center and Nurse's Office."

"Okay, thanks again!" Luke walked away again, in a hurry, only to come back. Ashton smiled.

"Let me guess, you don't know where the Senior Help Center and Nurse's Office is?" Luke nodded embarrassingly. "Don't worry. Neither did I."

Luke laughed an actual laugh and followed Ashton. They passed his and Harry's dorm room, and entered a cold room filled with vending and washing machines. Next door was indeed, a Senior Help Center and Nursery Area.