Top bunk

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^^ how I envision Chandler. Enjoy the story!

"Are you sure you have everything?" Teresa Foxx asked for what seemed to be the sixth time this morning. Chandler Foxx smiled at his mother lovingly. "Yeah. I got everything mama. I swear I'll be fine." He responded. The woman nodded as they continued to walk towards the dorm, his mother dragging two large suitcases and chandler just holding a backpack. The campus was gorgeous, it was early spring but it was already boiling hot because Florida is like that.

The small family made it to the dorm room labeled "B6". Teresa opened the door to find an average sized room. She moved aside to let her son inside. The boy looked around and thought the room was lovely though his mother thought otherwise. The two got to work setting up his decorations, he didn't have many. After a few minutes they finished up. A string of fairy lights hung above the top bunk and little knickknacks sat on one of the desks. Teresa put the silk sheets on the bed so Chandler wouldn't exert to much energy. He protested anyway.

"Mama! I wanna be able to do things myself. I can't be babied here so I need to get used to it!" He whined as he spun himself in the desk chair. The mother chuckled as she finished making up her son's bed. "I'm sorry Chan. I'm just a little nervous. And I like doing things for you. It makes me feel useful." She said while pushing her hands through her son's kinky hair. He let out a little sigh as she moved her hands skillfully around his scalp. She pressed a kiss to his temple.

"I'm so proud of you baby. You're so smart. I love you." She mumbled against his skin. Chandler smiled. "I love you too Ma but you gotta go."

"Yeah I know. I'll call you when I get home." She kisses him again then left. Chandler let out another little sigh as he got up from the desk chair and walked the small distance to the bunk bed ladder. He groaned slightly as he heaved himself up the rickety wooden ladder carefully. Finally his got into his bed, snuggling into his white comforter. He grabbed around his bed for one of his pillows and held it to his chest. He was to embarrassed to bring any stuffed animals so he would have to make due with a pillow.

He slowly but surely feel asleep despite it being four in the afternoon.

:) time skip :)

Chandler heard the door open but kept his head buried into his blankets and pillows. He heard footsteps and mumbling. He lifted his head slowly and saw a boy with mildly tan skin walking around their dorm room. The guy glanced up with light hazel eyes and saw the curly head of Chandler.

"Of course you took the top bunk. That's selfish. Tch." He said in a deep gravelly voice. Chandler just shuffled down into his blankets in embarrassment. The boy made a sound of annoyance and just walked around the room. Chandler found himself being dragged down with exhaustion from that small encounter. He was about to let himself fall back into the world of dreams but something caught his eye.

"Hey. Come here for a minute." Chandler said in the loudest voice he could muster at the moment, which still sounded like a sleepy mumble. "You don't tell me what to do." The boy answered. Chandler huffed. "Please? I'm just trying to help." The boy scoffed but shuffled his way over to the bunk bed, being taller than the top bunk made him look down on Chandler. Chandler sat up slowly and took the boys hand in his own.

The ravenette yanked his hand away. "Miss me with that gay shit." He mumbled. Chandler held back his laughter and grabbed his hand again. "I see you are a man of culture as well." He mused. He looked at his hand, flipping and feeling it. "You've got a bunch of bruises on your hands." He said as he touched one. The black haired male snatched his hand away again. "No shit Sherlock."

Chandler huffed and grabbed his backpack from the corner of his bed. He dug through it and pulled a first aid kit out. He grabbed the males hand for the third time and began to clean up his hand, dabbing his hand with antibacterial gel with cotton balls then giving him bandaids.

"Sorry. I only have transformers." Chandler mumbled as he placed the last one on the boys knuckle. The boy scoffed as he pulled his hand away for the final time. Chandler put away his first aid things then snuggled back into his blankets. "I wanna be a doctor. That's why I have to help you." He mumbled before he fell asleep. The boy paid him no mind. First impressions, am I right?