A Question Of Roomates

Ch. 1

"Ya know mom thinks you're have a life crisis?" Laura said casually.

I sighed through the phone. The amount of times I was having this conversation was getting old. I wasn't having a life crisis, I was looking for change but to everyone around me that seemed to be the same thing. I was already late to the airport and on top of that I had been standing at baggage claim for what seemed like an hour "Why? Because I don't care for the city and actually want some peace and quiet?"

"Because we left Beacon Hills when you were four, she doesn't understand your obsessions with it?"

"I like what I remember about it, and what I don't remember I'll rediscover" I didn't have the energy to rejoice but I did a mental celebration when I saw my luggage had come around. All that was left was to get Laura off the phone and start the drive to Beacon University "Laura-"

"Let me stop you right there baby brother. Spare your lame excuse as to why you've got to get off the phone, I only called cause I told mom I'd check on you"

"Well tell her I'm safe and I will see her soon. Love you"

"Mmhmm Love you too"

For a small town the Beacon U campus was a maze. Every development looked the same and you had to squint to really see the letters on the sides of the dorm buildings.

I finally found my room. Each dorm was almost like a tiny apartment which explained why the buildings were so large. Inside, I could clearly tell which door led to my room because the other had paint marks on it, and the door was slightly ajar so I could see it was packed full inside. So I went through the door that was mine. The room was simple a bed, two dressers, and a bag stuffed full of toiletries on the nightstand.

After a long morning of unloading the bags from my truck, and into my room I figured that was enough labor for the day. The counselor I spent hours on the phone with had informed me that I would have a roommate but he must have been out because I sat there for an hour before I decided I would need caffeine if I was going to be any kinds of friendly.

I was in line ready to pay for my coffee and scone when I could feel the presence of someone standing really close to me. I was counting change in the palm of my hand in attempts to ignore whoever it was but was proving to be worthless when I could feel them getting closer and closer. I turned only to see that It was a blonde with manicured nails, big hair and a wicked smile outlined in red lipstick.

"Exact change, you're precise" she pointed out "Got a name?"

"Derek Hale. I just moved here today" I answered, paying for my order. She slid a five dollar bill on the counter paying for her open energy drink, that was already stained red leading me to believe she had opened the can to sip at while she waited in line.

"Erica Reyes" She sounded much more nicer than she looked. A small chuckle escaped her lips as she stared at the confused looked on my face. I let her weave her arm through mine and guide me to an outside table. It was nice out so I didn't mind "So what's your major?"

"Business. I've got this whole entrepreneurship idea going on "

A long sip from her drink "Fun. My boyfriend's the same way, I'm sure you two would get along just fine"

"Who would?" Came a gruff voice, before a man appeared beside us both.

"Speak of the devil. Baby this is Derek, Derek Hale Vernon Boyd" He was maybe a few inches taller than me, and had on tight sweater and a back pack slung over his shoulder.

"Just Boyd is fine" He laughed, and he joined us in taking a seat.

"He's new to town, and to this school"

He nonchalantly swiped his girlfriends drink taking a nice chug "Nice. What hall are you staying in?"

"K hall. I moved in this morning but my roommate wasn't there. Some guy named Stilinski" the look on their faces quickly changed, and Erica took a sip of her drink as if to keep her mouth shut "What? What is it?" no answer "I'm gonna find out one way or another"

"Look he's... Different. He's not a bad guy, he's just different and sometimes it's hard for him to keep a roommate"

"Which is why I suggest you put in a request to move now"

I laughed at them both, not taking this 'warning' seriously "I think I'll take my chances" I sat a while longer getting to know the two, happy I had actually made friends. Then when they had to leave I had treated myself to a long walk throughout the campus. It held the quietness that the city could never offer me and I was thankful.

I returned to my room that night, with Boyd's voice in my head. I could see the light was on through the bottom of the door as I approached. What was so bad about him? I never met him but who could be that bad, what could possibly drive people away? I stepped inside and the apartment was in a sudden wave of motion. There was music playing, an old ratty bag thrown across the floor that I nearly tripped on, and a young man somewhere in the apartment. I only knew because I could hear his voice as he sang along to the music playing. That was until he saw me.

"Hey! You must be uh Derek right?"

"Yeah"

"That's awesome man" His smile was kind, and his lips looked to be stained pink. Paint covered his body and his hair stood weary. He was the embodiment of chaos.

"So you must be M-"

"Don't try pronouncing it, it'll just give you a headache. Everyone just calls me Stiles. I saw your things were here sorry I wasn't here to introduce myself earlier"

"It's fine bu-"

"Great cause I'm here now and thought I'd make us some dinner" he explained, pointing a thumb over his shoulder.

I opened my mouth to speak when I heard sizzling, then seen a cloud of smoke "I think it's burning"

"Shit-shit" he left the conversation jumping over his bag and heading back to the kitchen. I stood there a while longer before I heard "It's all good! I saved it"

I quickly headed to my room closing the door behind me. Now I seen what they meant, he was some hyperactive spaz. I was the complete opposite.