The Lord of the Library

Chapter Eight

Starcross stared at the picture, mix feelings flooded his senses.

He knew knew who it was. Sure, Palette didn't put really any details, it all clicked to Starcross.

Palette really just wanted to get his face down before the memory slipped away from him.

"I have to go. See you, Palette." Starcross muttered, walking away while staring at the drawing.

Palette got himself a key, getting to his dorm.

He was getting his stuff when PJ came.

"Hey Pal. Where were you?" PJ asked.

"Basketball." Palette responded.

"Need help?" 

"Sure."

PJ carried a lot of boxes along with Palette, who had his bags. They carried the boxes to the elevator, struggling to get to the sixth floor. Palette stumbled around, his box pile nearly falling.

Palette got into the dorm and PJ knows he's seen it before.

A pretty boy with a curly white bob cut with lavender tips was sitting at the counter, wearing a white hoodie instead of the uniformed black. He was talking to a handsome pale male with short, lavender hair. 'Maybe they're brothers?' Palette wondered. He placed the boxes down.

PJ finally recognized the room as his own.

"Palette!" The pretty boy gasped, seeing Palette. He ran to Palette, hugging him. He was so much shorter than Palette and was absolutely adorable.

"Hi Gothy!" Palette smiled. Goth let go, letting Palette turn around and hug him. He picked him up, Goth's feet hanging half a foot above the ground due to his shortness.

"So, Palette, pick one of the remaining two rooms. Our late roommate can get the leftover." PJ shrugged.

"Oh, okay." Palette went to the room in between PJ's and Goth's. Palette put his boxes into his new room.

"Lets have something fun tonight!" Goth exclaimed, hugging Palette's arm once he comes out.

"Yeah! I have-" Vux began.

"The best idea!" Gradient joined in. Vux and Gradieng realized they said it at the same time and looked away, blushing and all that flustered stuff.

"Whatever. What do you think, Gigi?" PJ crossed his arms, glaring at Vux.

"Painting our nails, but I don't-"

"I have nail polish!" Vux exclaimed.

"I do too!" Goth raised his hand.

"PJ, don't you have some nail polish too?" Gradient smiled, making everyone turn to Paperjam.

"Yeah, I guess." PJ shrugged. He didn't know if he wanted to join this.

"Well, have fun with that." Palette smiled, trying to leave to his room.

"Pally, please do this with us!" Goth grabbed Palette's arm.

"I-I, uh..." Palette was speechless.

"Please!" They all, except PJ, exclaimed. Palette looked at PJ beggingly, not knowing how to say no to Goth's cute face. PJ shrugged.

"Um, fine." Palette gave in.

"Yay! Thank you!" Goth smiled brightly. Palette blushed.

"When are we doing this?" Vux asked.

"At 8 AM, after we all take bathes and showers." Gradient clapped. Everyone agreed and dispatched, doing what they wanted.

Palette helped Goth put up posters and then continued to help him learn chibi.

Vux decorated his room with the stuff he had in his boxes, taking hours to make it as cute and decorative as possible.

Gradient read book after book.

PJ drew, making poster and drawing, taping each one above his bed's headboard. It quickly grew, showing colored and inked pictures. Drawings. Pieces of art. Time flew.

"PJ, it's your turn to take a bath." Gradient opened the door. PJ nodded and left his unfinished drawing down.

He took a bath as fast as he could, putting on a short, white bathrobe after drying himself off. He came out, his thick black and pink hair dripping.

"Paper! Come over!" Palette called for him. Gradient wrapped a towel around PJ's hair, getting it out of the way.

PJ laughed at Palette, who got his nails painted a yellow to green fade.

"I think PJ would have black and pink." Vux smiled

"No, what about pink, blue, and yellow?" Gradient suggested, sitting back down. He had mix-matched black and green toes and finger nails. Gradient had always loved being feminine, so PJ was surprised this was his first time painting his nails.

Vux was getting his nails painted a simple light, pinkish-purple. It was a pretty color, though it wasn't dried or even finished getting painted. He wasn't allowed to move.

"Sit down here! I'll paint your nails!" Goth smiled. 

"I'll paint my own. I've done it since forever." PJ waved it away, sitting down in the circle. The gay circle. 

Paperjam's toes had dried and he got a soda before doing his nails. He nearly dropped his pop when the door was thrown open.

"Hey gaytards!" A voice called. Everyone turned to the male who just entered.

"Hey Fresh..." Palette strained a smile, hiding his nails. Fresh noticed it anyways.

"Ha! You painted your nails like these gays?" Fresh sneered. He blushed, seeing PJ bent over, checking his toes again. The bathrobe was so small, Fresh could see a part of PJ's underwear!

This was PJ's plan. He knew Fresh would look. He was just as gay as the rest of them, and he knew it.

"Wanna join?" PJ held his smirk back. His voice was low, almost sounding seductive but not flirtatious. Fresh looked away, feeling his face heat up.

"I-I don't want to join your gay-ass circle!" Fresh exclaimed, turning away. PJ strutted away, opening the door to the last empty room.

"This is your room. Get your stuff and unpack." PJ swung his hips, teasing Fresh. 

Fresh fantasizes jumping on him. Throw off his pants and wreck PJ's ass. To make him scream.

But there were people there.

And he couldn't just fuck a boy.

They were both boys, it was unacceptable.

But he wished more girls looked like PJ. If he had tits, Fresh would fuck PJ without a doubt. Bubble butt, thick thighs, curvy figure, skinny everywhere else. He had curves in all the right places.

Fresh just left the dorm, coming back with his stuff.

"Hey, do you want some he-"

"I don't need help." Fresh snapped, going into his room.

PJ sat back down in the circle, where everyone continued to paint their nails and socialize.

He was ready to mess with Fresh so much that year.

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