Coffee and Cigarettes

The King

    After a few minutes (and a few wrong turns), Samuel arrived at the correct room. He straightened his posture and shifted with the boxes in his arms, struggling to get the key out his bag.
     "Gah... Come on Sam.. Come on..." he mumbled, balancing the boxes in one hand and reaching back blindly. He wobbled a bit and squeaked. "Oh heavens-!"
      A hand came from behind him and caught one of the boxes as it toppled to the side. Another hand balanced the others from the side.
      Samuel blinked.
    "Watch what you're doin, loser," the voice to match the arms mumbled, Sam quickly grabbed his key out of his bag and turned slightly, letting out another squeak as he spotted the taller male student towering over him.
      "I uh.. Uhm.. T-Thank you, sir," Sam said quickly, taking the boxes steadily in both arms and ducking out of the stranger's reach. He set the boxes down and let out a soft sigh, turning back to the other. "I appreciate the he-"
     "Just watch it," the student muttered. Sam looked up and finally got a good look at him. He was light-skinned (not as much as Seabury himself, but still) with insanely (ahem) nice-looking blue eyes and black hair in the style of the cutest undercut Samuel had ever seen on so-
Wait.
Cutest..?
Samuel's face tinted a light shade of red at his own thoughts.
Forget he said that.
"...hey! You in there, man?" the student asked in annoyance.
Sam quickly blinked out of his thoughts (and trance-like state) and nodded. "Yes! Yes.. Ah... Sorry, did you say something?"
"I said 'just watch it'. Then you started staring."
"Oh? Oh... Oh! My apologies, sir I-"
The student cut him off. "Just. Watch. It." he turned to walk further down the hall and Sam couldn't help but stare after him before quickly realizing something.
"W-Wait!" The redhead called, waving and causing the other to look back at him. Sam put on a slightly nervous smile. "I.. I uh.. I didn't catch your name..."
The student blinked then smirked.
(Oh dear lord, Samuel keep it together.)
"...I didn't throw it..."
Sam's eyes widened for a moment before he let out a goofy (and honestly helpless-sounding) laugh* as the student walked away.
"O... Ohhh heavens..."
After a few minutes of staring after him, Sam shook out of his trance and turned back to the door.
"Right.. Right. Focus, Samuel. Focus. Door. Room. Moving in," he mumbled to himself, opening the door and picking the boxes up again as he stepped in.
"Da da da da da da da!"
Samuel blinked as the familiar voice filled his ears.
"Da da da da daya da!"
He set the boxes down by the couch and walked towards the sound of the singing— somewhere in the kitchen. He quietly pushed the door open and poked his head in, eyes widening as he spotted the source.
It couldn't be...!
"Da da da da da daya daaaaaaa~!"
"Georgie?!"
     The lanky, blond student stopped abruptly and jumped a bit at the new voice. He spun around to face Samuel and a bright smile came across his face. 
     "Oh~! My Seabury!"
     The student ran (more of bounced) over to Sam, throwing his arms around the shorter redhead in a tight hug.
     "Georgie! You're my roommate?" Sam beamed, hugging back.
"If you are moving in here then yes! I am!" George pulled away after a moment, looking Sam up and down. "Oh oh oh, you poor poor thing. Your hair is all frizzy. Seabury-"
Sam nodded before George could finish and leaned up, standing on his toes a bit, for the other to run his hands through his hair in attempts to "make it look presentable".
He couldn't help but giggle as the other flipped his bangs back, then combed them down again.
"Thanks, Georgie," Sam murmured after George stepped back to admire the work done on his hair.
"Of course, Samuel!" George paused and looked down at Sam again. "...but, dear, what are you wearing?"
Sam looked down at his own clothes and paused. "...A sweater vest?"
George clicked his tongue disapprovingly. "Oh no oh no no no..." he sighed. "Seabury, what am I?"
"George Frederick the third?"
The other paused. "...well.. Yes. But what else?"
"Oh.. Britain's king of fashion?"
"Precisely!" George draped an arm around Sam with a smile. "And what are we going to do, my prince?"
"Uh... Completely change my sense of fashion, I am guessing?"
George pulled his arm back and twirled to the door. "Exactlyyyy~! Now follow me, my prince!"
Sam giggled softly at how energetic his friend seemed already. He beamed as he skipped after George.
"Of course, my king!"

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(*Think Veronica's laugh after "thanks Heather but I don't really need to vomit" in Big Fun [from the musical Heathers])

The last chapter was so short I felt guilty so h e r e

Oh boy these three.

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