Spectrum

10.2: White

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Well then, Copper, you did tick off a lot of people, so I don't blame Mrs. Juliet for riding your shorts about being an ass. India needs to just calm down, because everything always sorts itself out in the end, right? Gryphon, you need to just drop that bag already, and Autumn needs to start being on time for these types of things. 

Anyways, We have all the male spectrums who haven't met yet, but need to. And… whelp, it seems like they're about to. 

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The grassy haired male stretched out on the couch, barely hearing the blonde boy as he came in. He lifted his head to see the other boy raiding the refrigerator. He shook it off and laid back down, figuring that it was simply one of his new roommates; Juliet said he'd be getting three today, a boy named Caleb, another, a former janitor, named Thomas, and a third who wasn't part of the spectrum named Talon. 

"Which one are you?" he asked loudly, making sure the pale, thin boy heard him. He did, and stiffened slightly before turning around. "Like, what's your name, I mean?" The green haired boy was so used to commanding robots that dealing with a regular people was strange. 

"Oh. Uhm… My n-name's Caleb. I'm the Yellow Spectrum, and I'm one of your new roommates…" The blond was very flustered about rooming with three guys, but he was especially flustered about the fact that Luke wasn't there with him. 

"Alright. Nice to meet you, Caleb; my name's Micah. Green Spectrum." He sat up on the couch before gesturing to the screen before him. "Wanna see what's on? I made some modifications to the television using some spare parts from the toaster," Caleb looked behind him to see that Micah had, in fact, taken apart the toaster; it was in pieces on the counter. "and now we can even get signals from Greenland; isn't that cool?" A small chuckle made its way out of Caleb's mouth, causing the boy on the couch to smile, a cheeky, mischievous smile that made Caleb's stomach flutter slightly. 

"Sure, I feel like seeing what people in Greenland watch." As he sat down beside the inventor, Caleb turned on the television and soon they were both yelling at the device as a small ball was kicked down a field - a soccer match was currently taking place, and the pair's favorite teams were playing against each other. Micah wasn't much for the sport, only watching it occasionally, but the pale blond loved it, partially because Luke was on the team and he got to see him play in the uniform that would get sweaty and stick to his body. 

When the tall, gruff older male walked in, the two were fighting over the remote, yelling at the television, and trying to get the screen back to the soccer game. Sighing at the fact that these were going to be his roommates for however long this took, Thomas ducked into a side bedroom and started unpacking his things, placing them in various drawers and cabinets, and assorting pillows and such on the bed before him. Each room had two beds, meaning one bed for each occupant, and two boys for each room. He wondered for a moment who he would share his room with, before deciding that it probably would not be the wild-haired male who was fighting with the weak blond. They were still going at it out there, their shouts reaching the dark-haired male in his room. Walking out, he decided to see if there was any food in the refrigerator, and was shocked to see that the toaster was lying in pieces on the countertop. 

"Hey knobheads!" the two on the couch paused their ruckus to look at the dark haired male. 

"Oh, hey dude. I'm Micah, Green Spectrum," he said the words as if they were some sort of special title, "and this is Caleb, Yellow Spectrum. Who are you?" Turning back towards the mangled and maimed toaster, the male sighed. 

"Well, if you insist on introducing yourselves like that, I'm Thomas, Blue Spectrum, wondering why the hell that this toaster looks like it has gone through a blender." Even though he knew that he wasn't too terribly older than these two boys, he felt as if he was an ancient tree compared to two saplings. 

"Oh…" Micah said with a laugh. "So you're the buzzkill Jules warned me about." The sentence caused the messy-haired boy to raise an eyebrow. He took it that 'Jules' was Mrs. Juliet, and that the buzzkill was him, but neither of these things made him like the boy anymore than he liked Copper. "Either way, I took apart the toaster because I wanted to make the television better, and I couldn't do that without the parts." The words were met with a roll of the eyes, and Micah rose his hands in surrender, accidentally allowing Caleb to snatch the remote. "Shit." He cursed and turned back towards the blond, who had switched the screen back to the game successfully. 

"Well then, as offending as your entire sentence, no, your entire existence, was just then, how the hell am I supposed to make toast?" He asked, and Micah stood before stalking over to the male. 

"You see, Thomas, do you know what a toaster does? It merely burns bread to a certain extent. And do you see the stove behind you? It has a flame. And what do flames do? They burn things. Use your brain, Greene." Juliet had told him the names of all of his roommates, so introductory was slightly pointless, but he needed to know who was who. 

"Why do I feel like I just walked in on you two having a moment?" A new voice asked, and the pair turned around to see a teenage boy standing behind them. Even Caleb's eyes were on the newcomer after he said this, causing the boy to shuffle uncomfortably. "What?"

Micah took a step back, away from Thomas, so that he could face the new boy, extending his hand out for him to shake. 

"You must be Talon; I'm Micah, the doofus over on the couch is Caleb," Caleb waved absentmindedly as he heard his name, his eyes glued to the screen in front of him, fixated on the game, "and the buzzkill behind me - who I was not just having a moment with - is Thomas." 

"Nice to meet you." The boy said, shaking the male's hand. "I'm presuming that Juliet woman told you my name, so I'm not even going to ask how you knew it."

"A wise choice, Taylor!" Caleb called out from the couch, feeling oddly at ease around these three; he presumed it was simply because he had such a rough past few days, with Luke rejecting him, being captured, and simply taking in the entire splendor of the SRU. That, and, even though he hated to admit it, he found Talon strikingly attractive, almost as much as the boy he left behind; and even though he couldn't  remember his name, his heart swelled for the teen. 

"It's Talon." The boy muttered, rolling his eyes irritably before turning away; Micah could see that he had been crying recently, though he didn't know what for. "Have you guys claimed rooms yet? I'm really tired and just want to sleep." The leafy-haired boy leapt up at this question, ready to give his new roommate the tour. 

"Well, I have, and I think Buzzkill over there has, so I guess you can take your choice of one of the remaining beds." He galloped into an empty room with two beds, not piecing together that they were both empty, and gestured to them. "Pick your poison." As Talon placed his bag down on the bed, the intercom above them flickered to life, and Mrs. Juliet's voice came over the speakers. 

"All Spectrums, please report to my office, and Mr. Caleb Noble, you have a guest." 

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