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- What Did I Miss? -

The first day of college. They had all successfully made it through High School, and were now on the next step to succeeding in life.

Now it was time for College. There was much more freedom, more rights, and more things to do. Their schedules were more customized and flexible, leaving you with more free time, if you wished.

Thomas Jefferson, a man who had just gotten his permission to live in America, was starting fresh. He had moved to France when he was seven, and had just moved back to America.

Thomas pulled his grey car into the parking space of the college campus. He got out quickly, opening the trunk manually. He slung his Kavu over his shoulder, and began walking. He was at the dorm space, going to find his dorm in which he would be staying.

The college that he was attending was labeled "Yorktown College", and was mostly centered around fine arts, although they also somewhat prioritized academic classes, such as English or Calculus.

Thomas sighed and moved a strand of spiraled hair from his face, walking towards the parallel buildings. There were eight in total, each holding 20 rooms, from doing some research on the school.

Thomas was staying in the G building- room 13. An unlucky number, supposedly. Thomas didn't really believe in superstition,  though.

He made his way to his room, finding the G building and room 13. He took the dorm key he had received the previous week from a pocket in his bag, and unlocked the room, entering afterwards.

He looked and saw a man sitting on a chair pulled next to a small table. The man had dark skin, black hair that was slightly poofy, and dark chocolaty brown eyes. He had a dull green sweater and jeans, and looked up from a thick book when he saw Thomas enter.

Thomas smiled slightly, scratching the back of his head, his hand met with thick curls.

"Ah, are you my roommate?" The man asked, shutting the book and standing to greet him.

"I suppose I am! I'm Thomas Jefferson, are you James Madison?" He asked. He had gotten an email saying who his roommate was the previous week as well. James nodded with a small smile.

"That's me. It's good to meet you-" he said, sticking a hand out for Thomas to take it. He did, and shook it warmly.

"I didn't choose a room, I thought it would be rude to decide without considering my roommate's preference." James said, leading him into a hallway, where two doors stood on either side of the corridor.

"Well that's very kind of you, but I think that either room would be more than fine by me." Thomas smiled sincerely, opening one of the two rooms and peering inside. It was small, with only enough room for a single bed, dresser, desk, and bookshelf. It had little walking space, since all the
furniture took basically all the room.

It was tidy though, and a little welcoming. Definitely not too bad, Thomas wouldn't really mind it. It was cozy.

James stood slightly behind him in the doorway as he checked out the room, wondering what Thomas thought of it.

"I wouldn't mind this room, it's nice." He finally said, and started walking out to look at the other room.

As he opened the second door, he found it was much like the first. The room was a little bigger, adding some walking space and enough room for maybe a little something else if either of the men had something they'd like to include in their living quarters.

"I honestly wouldn't mind either one of the rooms. Is there one you'd prefer?" Thomas asked. James pondered for a moment before answering his question.

"Well I wouldn't exactly mind either, but the bigger room would be nice. It could hold some more room for another bookshelf or table, or just some more space to walk around." James shrugged. It seemed that both of them were being polite. That was something that they both appreciated about the other, so far.

They didn't know much about each other yet.

"Well how about you take the bigger room? I'll take the smaller." Thomas concluded, and James hesitantly nodded.

"Well now that we have that cleared out of the way, what do you major in, James?" Thomas purred, motioning for him to follow back into the living room to sit down and chat.

"Ah, journalism." He grinned, excitement flashing in his deep eyes. Thomas smiled at his inspiration. "It's very fun, I'm in the writing club here. Have you signed up for any club?" He asked.

Thomas shook his head. "I haven't even seen the school yet. This is the first place I've been." He explained, and James nodded. "But I'm majoring in theatre! If there's something like a drama club then maybe I'll look into it."

"Well there's something going on this afternoon. All the club leaders are setting up booths somewhere on campus and advertising their clubs. It's a big social thing for all the new people here to find a club that suits them." James said.

Thomas figured he knew a lot about Yorktown, he seemed to be very informed about everything. "Is this your first year here?" Thomas asked, and James nodded.

"It is. I came on a tour here a couple months back though, and I've been doing a lot of research. I know a couple people in their second and third years too." James said.

"Well that's cool. I'll definitely have to check out the club thing." Thomas smirked. His personality tended to be very flamboyant and outgoing, extroverted, and flirtatious, though he usually seemed shy or sincere when he first met people.

"I was thinking to get some coffee. Do you know if there's a Starbucks or on-campus coffee place?" Thomas asked, and James nodded.

"There is. I could show you, if you'd like." He suggested, earning a grin from Thomas.

"Ooh, that'd be great." He said. The two men began walking out of the dorm, and towards the parking lot.

"Err, my car or yours?" James asked hesitatingly when they came close to where both of their cars were parked.

"Let's take yours. Mine's filled with boxes and junk."

James smiled and led him to his car, the two getting in once they had found it among the others. James had gotten into the drivers seat, obviously, and Thomas in the passengers.

James had a neat, well kept car. It was black and shiny, no dents or scratches. There wasn't anything scattered across the floorboard or shoved in compartments...

It was much unlike Thomas'.

After some small chat, they neared a small Starbucks Café. It had the wide logo above the door, Thomas noticed as they emerged from the car.

"Hm, I'll pay, since you took the time to drive me here." Thomas said.

James hummed. "If you say so. I can't turn down the offer of free coffee."