~Lams~ College Book 1

Something

John's Pov

I woke up to the sound of water. I groaned heavily and moved some of my curls from my face. I looked around, remembering where I was. I finally moved out, that's right. I stretched my arms and rubbed at my face, slapping myself to wake up. I looked around and noticed the door to the bathroom was closed. I cleared my throat, though I was alone. My roomate...was...is there even words for him? He was a good 3 inches shorter than me with hair that looked extremely soft...should I ask him what product to use? My curls are my deathwish. He was definitly someone I could fall for...but who was I too say he even liked guys? I groaned i to my hands and looked up to find him with dripping hair matted around his face. His eyes were heavy, but bright.  "Did
...did you even sleep?" I asked before I had time to think. He shrugged heavily and sighed plopping on his bed with a thump.
"Guess I was to excited to sleep?"
I can't tell if we're soulmates for using the same excuse or if he was mocking my answer. "Didn't I say that yesterday?" I murmured. He chuckled and tucked some of his wet hair behind his ear. "Yeah" he smiled brightly though he looked exhausted. I rubbed my neck slightly, "I have melatonin..." I offered and he shrugged. "No use for it now?" He smiled and my hands twitched. He was trying to fluster me? Like a challenge? Or was he always this nice? I got up and stretched. He looked at me and I glanced back.
"So about that tour.." His voice drifted as he looked away. I hummed in response and tied my hair back up into it's usual ponytail. "Right" I smiled before continuing. "For the campus. Maybe we could check it out?" He smiled, as if approving. I slipped on a shirt and went into the bathroom to change completely. I looked at myself in the mirror and bunched my lips to the side, looking at my freckles. They always kind of annoyed me. I washed my face and groaned in irritation at my curls. My hair hated me and the feeling was mutual. I walked out with a semi neat ponytail, jeans, and a black hoodie. When I stepped out I found him admiring, to say, my sketches. I was not the best at art, but there were some that I held close to my heart. I couldn't help but smile as his fingers traced the lines of my pencil. What was the irony of that? Admiring the admirer. He caught a glance and smiled. He stuffed his hands into his pockets and I reached for my keys. "Those yours? The drawings, I mean." He smiled and I bit my lip slightly. "Oh, uh, yeah. They are." I said with a somewhat proud smile. He had taken interest, or so I hoped, in my hobbies. He glanced back at the scribbes as he walked to my side. He looked over.....er....up at me and a sly smile taunted on his lips. "You certainly have talent, Mr. Laurens." He headed for the door and left me glued to the floor. I blinked back into reality as I looked at him, my heart practically dancing in my chest. And him? He waited by the door, completly unfazed. What was his trick? What was his game? I walked up to him and we traded a gaze. We closed the doors behind us as we walked down the hall. There was a sea of kids, ready to start their future. Alex and I managed to squeeze throught he crowd and find a seat at a table. To every school tour, tis a meeting. Alex laughed as we slumped onto the table and two other college students were there. "You guys new too?" This came from a guy with short buzzed, somewhat curly hair. His skin was dark and his smile defintily contrasted from his skin. A beanie accessoried his hair and a muscle tee was his casual wear. Alex nodded and looked over to the second college student. He was extremely thin, though fit....not as much as guy number 1. He had coily hair wrapped into a bun. He had stuble and was incredibly tall, even for me and I stood at 6'3. Much to my surprise, he had a distinct accent. "I am Marie‑Joseph Paul Yves Roch Gilbert du Motier de La Fayette, Marquis de Lafayette." He laughed loudly, fo2klowed by Alex. His laugh settled into a chuckle as he spoke again. "Though I'd prefer you call me Lafayette." He smiled and I chuckled. "I'm glad that there was an alternative." I joked and I earned a chuckle from guy 1. "I'm Hercules. And to your relief, it's not as long as mister baguette." He looked at Laffayette and got an eye roll in return. Alex smiled and his eyes brightened. "Wait, you're french?" He said, almost to excited....but he was cute like that. With that he had caught Laf's attention. "Oui" he answered shortly and Alex bursted into some french ramble with the other. Herc and I traded some silent glances. "I don't have a clue what is happening." I admit and he laughed. "Glad I'm not the only one." Everyone's attention suddenly turned to the front of the room as an elder man, handled a microphone. "Hello, students. I am Professor Washington and shall be adressed as such." He gazed at the crowd before continuing. "I am glad to welcome you all and we will be sharing a tour of the college as well as answering any questions you may have. Now, the tour is simple. Do not wander and stay with the rest. I know this sounds elementary, but you'll only have to deal with me for today." I collected sigh was shared within many groups. Alex smiled brightly and I couldn't help but catch myself staring. Everyone was herded as chatter echoed. "This is pretty exciting, right!?" Alex bit his lip with eagerness and I laughed.
"Definitely something."
Whether I was referring to him or to the tour...I was right on both terms. He was definitely something....something I may have started to....dedicate myself to and I hoped the feeling might be shared.