I stood in front of my dorm, trembling hand resting on the door knob. Should I go in? What if it's the wrong room and I make a fool of myself? Should I even be here right now? These questions ran though my head as I opened the door.
Inside I find a teen with amazing gravity defying hair. I edge inside and set my bag down earning his attention. "H..hello," I can feel the word leave my mouth but I don't hear it. The latter turns to me and smiles "hey motherfucker." He tilts his head, his mop of hair falling to the side "you're that Tavros kid aren't you, motherfucker." I nod, sending my hands to my pockets to keep them from shaking as he stands up; towering over me.
"Gamzee Makara, what's your last name again?" He asks carefully as he extends a hand. I take it, shaking it slowly "Nitram, Tavros Nitram" I murmur as he releases my hand. "You can have that side because I've pretty much taken this one, classes start at seven and I won't be waking you up, you should get up in time for breakfast, they provide lunch and finally we have to get our own dinners." He tells me absently, waving his hand back and forth. "Oh yes, just so you know, I have some motherfucking weird friends that invade the dorm a lot."
And then he laughs, in a 'oh I'm just laughing at the joke that I didn't just make' sort of way. It was kind of cute though, w the way he made a honking sound as he laughed. Carefully, I move empty pie tins with a type of green fluid that I really didn't wish to know about and empty faygo bottles away from my bed and set down my suitcase to unpack.
Suddenly I felt a warmth behind me and, yes, I did jump when he asked if I needed help unpacking. I quickly shook my head, putting my tee shirts and cargo pants in the dresser next to the bed.
Suddenly I feel a warmth press up against my back and I freeze, jumping as his laid back voice reached my ears. "Can I help this motherfucker out?" He asks, looking down at me, I shake my head, my hair hitting my cheeks rather painfully. Gamzee shrugs an 'OK' at me then returns to whatever he was doing his computer.
With a gentle hand I picked up my other bag which, even though we are forbidden to have pets here, provided a quick home for Tinkerbull so I could keep at least one friend from home close. He lets her out then looks over at his roommate "you won't tell the housemistress right?"
"As long as you don't tell her 'bout my pies, sure, anything to help a bro." I stare at him a bit longer before shaking my head and sitting on the bed that he gave me. "You got your schedule yet?" He asks, turning around in his swivel chair. I nod. "Lemme see it bro," he says, outstretching a long arm to me, fingers waiting for the paper that consisted of my schedule.
I stand up, pulling the page from my back pocket. "Here," I murmur, shuffling to him. The latter snatches it from my slightly trembling hand. He compares it with his, an eerie smile crossing his lips which exposed his sharper teeth. "Looks like you'll be seeing a lot of this motherfucker." He snickers, tossing the paper back at me.
I lunge to grab it, clumsily tripping over a pie tin. I feel heat rise up in my face as laughter erupts from gamzee. "Oh bro that was so graceful. You just tripped over nothing." He gasps between fits of laughter as I slowly get to my feet, laughing shakily with him. "Y-yeah. Over nothing."
I pick up my paper and walk to my bed, laying on my side with my back to Gamzee who had quieted down. Tinkerbull released a frustrated huff and pressed herself under my arm in an attempt for attention. I drifted off to sleep like that, deeply upset that I had embarrassed myself like that on my first day here. I secretly hoped that not all of my time here would be filled with such embarrassment.
