Literary Love (Sander Sides AU)

Introducing: College!

Author Note!
Hey girl, boys, and non-gender conforming toys! (I'm working on that so please don't take offense to it! It's not meant to offend!!) If it is in italics, it is their thought.
If it is bold, it's me.
If it's underlined, you'll need to remember it for later in the chapter.
Enjoy my chalds!!!

Third Person POV

A guy, looking to be in his early twenties, was walking down the road. Which was odd. Most people his age would drive. He was wearing a black and purple hoodie, black ripped jeans, and plain black sneakers.

He was walking to the dorm section of the School of Literary Arts in his state. The school was well known to anyone who wanted to write, draw, and create comics. But the acceptance rate was only 10%. So if a hundred people sent in applications, only ten would get in.

He sped up his pace as he neared other people, stopping once he reached a door with the number 137 on it. He quickly pulled out a key with the same number as the door on it. He stuck it into the keyhole of the door, turned it, and opened the door.

Inside was already two other people. One was baking what seemed to be chocolate chip cookies. He had a very bubbly personality and was chatting it up with the man next to him.

The man next to the bubbly character was a guy who seemed to pay little attention to what his friend was saying. His nose was stuck in a book and only said something when he noticed the one who just walked in.

"Salutations. I assume that you're the third roommate of our dorm?" The man in his hoodie just nodded. "The only two rooms that are open are on that hallway," he said pointing to one of the two hallways. "And that one. They are both on the wall closest to us currently." The hooded man nodded once more and chose a room.

After doing so, he set down his only bag on the bed of the furnished room. Seeing as no other person's stuff was in there, it was one of the open rooms.

He quickly put his clothes away, after plugging in his headphones, turning on music, and slipping his headphones on. He only had one ear covered, so he could still hear what the others were talking about. In case anything was about him.

The other two were still in the kitchen area beside the front door. "Do you think he will be a suitable roommate Patton? He seems a little...off." The bubbly character named Patton just chuckled. But an awkward one.

"Please don't call me that with other people around, Logic. I prefer the nickname, remember?" The one called Logic just nodded.

"You didn't answer my question Morality." Morality just sighed.

"I think he will be a perfect roommate. I mean, we could use someone who isn't always in someone's business," Morality pointed out. Obviously hinting at Logic's own flaw.

"I just wonder whom the last roommate will be. I pray that he isn't lou-" Logic began when he was rudely interrupted by a door swinging open and someone smiling brightly.

"Hello! I am your other roommate. You may call me Creativity!" He seemed full of himself and Logic went to thinking, 'That was incredibly rude of him. And just as I was speaking of how I didn't want another loud one.'

"Hi there Creativity! I'm Morality and this is Logic! The last door is down this hallway and to the left," Morality spoke.

"Why thank you fair maiden. I shall deliver my items to my room." Morality just blushed a tad and smiled at him.

"Sure thing kiddo!" He called as Creativity walked down the hall.

From the other room, the hooded man could hear the whole conversation as he was typing away on his computer. He got on once he was done putting all of his things away. "Well, don't they sound delightful," he sarcastically muttered to himself.

○°TIME SKIP°○

It was now late at night, around 11. The hooded man from earlier quietly snuck out of his room and into the kitchen. There was a plate with two cookies left on it and a note. The note read;
"Hey kiddo! I'm Morality, the one with light blonde hair, the one with slick black hair is Logic and the one you haven't met yet is Creativity. I saved some cookies for you. If you don't want them then just put them in the fridge!"

The hooded figure sighed. Whispering to himself, "I don't want to seem rude to such a nice guy..." So he ate the two cookies. After eating the delectables, he went back to bed. He listened to My Chemical Romance as he tried to sleep.

'I'll try talking to my roommates tomorrow. Maybe I won't be as...anxious...around them. Maybe,' the man thought to himself as he slowly drifted into a light slumber.