Misunderstandings

Ch. 1

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Lance inhaled sharply as he looked around the room anxiously. There was no way he would be able to properly hide his suit and equipment in a proper place in this tiny dorm room. Maybe he should of stretched out his budget for a off campus apartment...too late now.

Actually-- He was barely realising how much of a bad idea this was. He'd probably have to change in a alley way behind a dumpster before coming back to avoid getting caught by his roommate.

He was seriously hoping the guy wasn't snoopy either, or stinky... He grumbled and unpacked his suitcase.

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Keith sighed as he walked down the hall, knocking on the door to his dorm room before opening it in case his roommate was there.

He shuffled in with suitcase in tow, and the first thing he did was head to the side that didn't have a human on it.

He had left his vigilante things in the bottom of his suitcase, under a fake bottom so no one would find it, but the most important thing to keep track of was on top.

His medications.

He grumbled, pulling out the bottles and lining them up on a shelf with the labels out so that he wouldn't have to turn them in search before bed.

There was only a few, but he made sure they were in the right order and facing out before it he began on unpacking his clothes.

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Lance instantly perked when the door opened to reveal a broody boy. Well...he didn't look snoopy. Actually a bit grouchy.

"Um...you're Keith, right?" He asked sheepishly with a bright grin. "The name's Lance." He genuinely didn't know what to say.

"I've already been here for a day, so I already put a bunch of organizing containers and stuff so our stuff will stay separate."

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"Yeah.. uh, thanks. Lance." Keith greeted half-heartedly, continuing with organizing his things.

His school books were stacked by subject just to make it easier in the morning, and he steadily grew more and more tired.

He hadn't exactly gotten the most sleep last night, being out and all, which he should have planned better. It was a little too late now, though, and he figured that as soon as he was done packing it couldn't hurt to flop down in his bed and take a little nap.

Not even first class yet, he was already college student exhausted. Great.

At least it wouldn't look too funky when he showed up to class half asleep, people would probably just assume he had been partying. He'd just have to keep an eye on his roommate, make sure his things weren't messed with.

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Lance raised an eyebrow. He took that as a rude attitude. "Not a talker...got it." He commented dryly.

The Cuban then shook his head. "Forget it. Um, I figured it'd be a good idea to establish rules. So we won't get on each other's nerves and stuff." He dropped his suitcase onto the bed.

"Numero uno! No snooping." He spoke sternly. "I swear to god, I don't care what's the scenario. Number two! No fucking in this dorm." It'd be gross to walk in on each other.

"Numero three. Don't poke around in my bathroom stuff. Like my skin care things."

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"Not here to make friends." Keith muttered quietly in response to the talker comment. Not loud enough to be heard, just enough to satisfy himself before Lance started listing rules.

He finished his unpacking by the time Lance had finished, having little to his name anyway. Sitting on his bed, he held up fingers as he counted.

"One, if I catch you in my shit we're going to have problems. Two, not looking to fuck anyone, I'm here for school. Three, Don't you touch my shit and I won't touch yours."

Done with his list, and pleased that at the very least his things wouldn't get snooped through, Keith flopped down on the bed and turned his back on Lance to take a nap.

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"Come on dude. It's college. We're here for a fun time. You'll be miserable without friends." Though Lance soon find out Keith wasn't exactly friend potential.

"Okay...basically what I said but a lot more foul." He sweat dropped and scratched his head. "But got it." He then snapped his fingers.

"Oh, and no judging! If you come in here to me having a break down while scarfing down cheeseballs, mind your business dude." School and his alter ego sometimes got overwhelming, okay?

"And please listen to music with earphones. I don't want metal on full blast."

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Keith didn't respond, figuring that Lance wouldn't have the right to judge him for his stuff either.

He was tired, but he didn't pass out right away, mentally making a checklist of things to have to do as soon as he woke up.

Orienting himself with the campus, figuring out if his roommate was homophobic or not, and ultimately, getting used to living with someone.

The music comment made him snort, though. Headphones would only be used when he felt like it.

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Lance inhaled sharply. He could tell this guy would get on his nerves, but at least he wasn't the worst possible roommate at least.

"So we're on the same page now. Great." He sighed deeply. "Heads up, I usually shower at night before I sleep. And that usually takes an hour." He moved to hang up his clothes.

"If you wanna use my stuff, I'd let you. Just ask." He inhaled sharply. "That's all I can think of right now."

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"I take morning showers." Keith huffed in response, at least their schedules wouldn't be to clashy.

He closed his eyes then, curling up and not bothering to pull the blanket up as he finally got to nap.

It was a dreamless sleep, comfortable, and he wasn't sure exactly how long he slept but he felt much better upon awakening and stretching.

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Lance sighed in relief when his roommate had fallen asleep. Thank god... He took the opportunity to grab his equipment and suit before he stashed it under his bed inside a backpack.

Wait...this seemed to obvious. He grumbled and rushed to shove the backpack into the back corner of his closet instead, covering it with a pile of clothes.

"Perfect!" Even if Keith was snoopy, it would be pretty hard to find. It was in a unsuspecting place, Lance genuinely felt like a genius for coming up with the idea.

● not all chapters with the same length.  I will be cutting them off at places that make sense,  and avoid doing so in the middle of any serious drama. ●