[forget yesterday]

[Daniel Thomas]

The teenager had driven up to the school with the person he cared about most in the world. But right now he wished that they were back at Elysium. Lying on his back looking at the ceiling things did not look all that promising. But, if he had to be here with anyone it would be Estee.

He was waiting for his roommates to show up. Not that he was looking forward to it. The folder of unread pages lay to his left. Going to a new school seemed to kill a heck of a lot of trees. I mean. How much did they have to tell them? They had to go through all this orientation crap. It was bullshit. And now he had a student handbook to read as well as a bunch of forms to fill out. The environment people. The environment.

Needless to say the teenager did not appreciate being forced to fill out a bunch of forms. It was a waste. He had better things to be doing. Like, spending time with Estee who he assumed was probably in her room getting settled. Yeah, he should probably do that too. The pile of stuff that was clumped in the corner was probably smaller then what most of the people in this school brought. Hopefully he wouldn't be stuck living with a bunch of spoiled brats. He really hated spoiled brats. Possibly more than any other 'group' of people.

Sure, his family was rich. Damn, his dad was a partner in one of the most prominent law firms’ o in the north east. But Daniel had never let it get to him. He did not appreciate his father constantly buying him things. No, he proffered to try and earn his own way whenever possible. Alright, so clearly his dad chipped in some for his tuition. But he also got a scholarship. No, not a full one. But there was a significant chunk missing from the bill they sent his parents, or parent as the case may be.

He really had out done himself this time. Flipping through the multicolored pages he began to read up on the material the school had distributed. Rules, quite hours, expectations. All that crap. They even had the decency to include a map.

[Chase Barret]

He walked down the carpeted hall, and turned left down the Boys’ Wing. The boy was no stranger to the hallway, oak doors on either side, and those tiny gold nameplates on each door. Room number 12. Fjord. Okay, it was just a room name, though the thought of a room being named after a thick, fuzzy, stubborn little beast with a skunk-striped erect mane made him smile. Seriously, who named these rooms? His hand spun on the gold knob to the left, giving the door a small shove. He hadn’t expected anyone else to be in room room or else he would have knocked first.

“Hey.” His chin popped slightly in a greeting to the boy. “Is this bed taken?” his hand moved into a formation to point to the bed, but it looked like a gun, pointer finger out, thumb upwards, three other fingers curled into his palm. There were three beds in the room, and that didn’t mean that there was or was not going to be another person coming, but he wanted to start off on the best terms possible. After a slight shake of the other boy’s head, the three bags were heaved onto the bed; an overly large black suitcase filled with all of the boy’s clothing and shoes, a smaller suitcase holding all books and his Dell laptop as well as family photos, and the last bag was a tote bag which was filled with bags of chips and drinks for the next week, until the he had time to actually go shopping for better snacks; the dining hall actually had great food, but when you were to lazy to actually go buy something, this stash was perfect. This was the senior’s fourth year at Chestnut Hill.

His tongue played with his lip ring, absentmindedly while opening the top drawer of the oak bureau. “I’m Chase,” he glanced up again, pulling his tongue back into his mouth and sharing a grin. “I’m assuming you’re new. I’ve never seen you before.” Over the four years at the academy, Chase knew just about everyone, both girls and guys. He was a pretty social guy. He’d made some great friends over the years, but unfortunately, every year, more and more people graduated and he lost more of his friends. The new kids every year started becoming more and more annoying, but it didn’t matter anymore. One more year and he was out of this place. This was his year to rule the school. He wanted to make the best of this year. His best years yet had been spent at this wonderful school.

He glanced back to the boy on the bed. Making friends with fellow dormies was always a good thing. Sophomore year, he decided that he didn’t like his roommate and the whole year ended up awful. So this year; this year was going to be like freshman year and junior year, only better. He was not only going to put up with his roommate, he was going to become friends with him. And hopefully that wouldn’t be too much of a challenge.

[Dem x x]

Daniel had never really lived with anyone before. And he was kind of nervous as to how the hell this was going to work out. I mean, it was common knowledge that he wasn't the most social of people. But if he'd be able to get along with his roommates? That was a question that only time would be able to tell. He was not exactly the ideal roommate after all. Ridiculously messy, antisocail, up all night, and very bad about doing his laundry. Those were just the traits that came to mind.
He wouldn't want to room with himself.

When he heard the door creak open his first thoughts were punk wannabe. But he quickly pushed this from his mind. He wasn't really in a place to be judgemental. I mean people judged him all the time, and most of the time they couldn't be more wrong. Minus the antisocail part. But that was besides the point.

He shook his head at the boys question. And heard him plop his bags down on the bed not looking up. He hadn't even noticed which bed he was reffering too. But it didn't really matter much because it was pretty obvious which bed he had chosen and if they and another roommate he hadn't gotten there yet. First come first serve.

"Daniel." the teenager said finally looking up from the useless papers. "And, yes, I'm new."

[Chase Barret]

He nodded when the other boy stated his name. Chase had an amazing friend, who ended up graduating last year named Danielle. But he never recalled a Daniel. But maybe the fact that his name sounded like Danielle was a good sign, and this meant they'd like each other. Okay, so probably not, but if the teenager continued thinking that way, he never knew...

It was really hard making friend with someone who didn't talk much- not that he knew yet, but just his overall first impression hadn't been the best. He was quietish. But that wasn't always a bad thing either. Really loud people were annoying. Very, very annoying.

He didn't even think about it before he spoke. “So you gotta girl?” After a simple greeting those were the first words out of the teenager’s mouth. He couldn’t help it. Girls and sex, girls and sex. It was a seventeen year old teenage boy’s mind. What else was there supposed to be? Honestly. He actually had times of lucidity where he actually focused on his academics. Well, more than a few times. Surprisingly, the boy was quite interested in his academics. He wanted to go to college and get a nice paying job.

His large hands continued shoving clothing into his dresser. Tees, lots of tees. Jeans. Oh yes, lots of those too. He glanced up toward the other male, when he didn’t get an immediate answer, trying to search his face for some sort of current mood. And nothing. The flat face of the pale-skinned boy was actually quite emotionless, and absolutely unreadable.

[Daniel Thomas]

Daniel watched as the other boy began to unpack his clothes. That was something that he should probably think about doing. But, he just didn't feel like it at the moment. It wasn't like it would take him too long. I mean, he didn't have a hell of a lot of stuff. He figured that he'd probably just unpack things as he needed them and then put him away. He couldn't be bothered with the trivial activity of packing.
Besides, he still hadn't finished sorting through all the papers the school had given him. Not a single thing so far mattered to him. School rules, who needed them. Not that he was one to go around doing drugs, hav ing sex and causing mayhem. But he had been to several schools, they all had the same rules. Common sense people. Common sense.

'I think she has me." he said with a small smiles. Smiles used to be a very rare ocurance in the life of the senior. But he since he had met Estee they were bcomeing more and more common. Not that he went around smiling all the time. He would probably never be a happy little ball of energy. But could one blame him? Life sucked. But with Estee the world just seemed a little brighter.

[Chase Barret]

At the reply the boy gave, he nodded his head and smiled back like he understood exactly what his dormie was talking about. No, not exactly. But it looked like he did, so who cared.

An eyebrow rose as the head lifted again. “Do you get any action?” His lips curved sideways into a smirk and he moved back down, studying a small container filled with different pieces of body jewelry. A few rings for his lip, half of a barbell for his eyebrow-who knows where the ball to it went as well as several different colored plugs for his ears. The container was slid onto the top of the dresser, and the hands dove back into the suitcase.

He’d never had a real dating partner. Girlfriend, technically yes. Virgin, technically no. Well, no. Just no. There was no technicality about it. He just wasn’t a virgin. But that wasn’t the point. He wanted a girl who he was actually in with. And his teenage boy hormones were not against his brain... like that was going to happen anytime soon.

He wanted to meet this girl. Very badly. Not for the fact that he was stealing her- no. He wasn’t that type at all. But the way the boy smiled, she must have been a lovely girlfriend.

[Daniel Thomas]

Daniel watched the container of earrings and shit e moved into the dresser. A couple years ago he had wanted to get a tattoo and peircings. Probably just to piss his father off. But the problem was, legally, you need a guardian to allow you to do any of that stuff. Which at the time had really pissed him off. Though looking back it was probably a good thing because he probably would have regreted it later.

Then again. That was probably why they had the rule in the first place. After all, teenagers weren't really known for their good judgement. They were however known for making rash decisions without thinking about their future.

This was soemthing that Danie did a lot. Well, more the not thinking about the future then the rash decisions. But that was normal for the teen who was really only foc used on making it through the day.

"No..." the teenager said as he heard his roomates question. His voice kind of trailed off. This wasn't exactly something that he wanted to talk to annyone about. Paticularly not someone he had met only a few short moments before.

[Estee Garner]

A pale hand tapped lightly on the outside of the large oak door. She heard voices which sounded like "come in," and hoped that's what they were actually saying as her hand spun the knob and opened the door.

"No..." Estee heard Daniel's voice, and heart fluttered as he glanced over at her when she entered, not even noticing the other boy in the room at first. "Glow's stall is right next to Dose's, I've figured out. We should go to the barn later," she smiled, sitting down on the bed next to the boy.

Estee actually felt pretty today. And that was not common. Self confidence was not something in Estee's mind, or personality ever. But today was different. She's actually looked through clothing to find what to wear, tried a bit harder or making her makeup look neat (pale eyeshadow included) and even curled her hair, that was now longer than over the summer. It cascaded down past her chest, loose curls toward the bottom. She has no idea what she was thinking this morning when she woke up at 3:30am, but the teenager who'd never used her hot iron curler in her life, was inspired to make the best first impression ever. And she felt gorgeous.

And then she glanced over toward the bed across from Daniel's. And next to that bed there was a large oak dresser. And there happened to be a boy in front of that dresser. Oh, how embarrassing. She sunk down lightly, wrapping her arms around Daniel, almost protectively. She pictured how stupid she most likely looked right now, barging into her boyfriend's room, not aware that she was just being spoken about, and her self conscious sunk right back to the level it was normally at.

[Daniel Thomas]

"Hey." the syllabol was spoken by the teenager a smile on his face at the sight of his girlfriend. It wasn't like it had been ages since they had seen each other. But still, seeing Estee again still made him happy. He had never actually enjoyed the company of anyone as much as he did her. He always thought that they only person he would ever enjoy being around wasn't actually a person. And that was his stallion Overdose.

But he couldn't have been more wrong.

"Yes, we should." It had been a couple days since he had seen his less then noble thoroughbred. And he was wondering how he was adjusting. He figured that the horses behavior couldn't really get any worse.

Daniel wrapped his arm around Estee's back and they saat their in silence for a moment before he leaned over and kissed her.

[Chase Barret]

It was a shame about the no sex part. His head spun from his unpacking and faced the door as there was a knock, and it opened.

Okay. She was cute. He didn't catch who it was at first. The girl's white graphic tee with some sort of writing, hugged her body closely and her unzipped black sweatshirt covered her arms which he assumed were as pale as her made up face. And without comparison, she could have practically been Daniel's sister.

They both had the same dark, dark hair. Deep brown eyes, pale skin, and a skinniness to their figures. Chase wondered how mad Daniel would be when he figured out Chase was dating his sister. Until she sat down on the bed next to Daniel and they wrapped their arms around each other. And sealed with a kiss, he decided that wasn't Daniel's sister. And if there was, there was something extremely wrong. And the fact that he had a girlfriend popped into his mind.

"It's getting steamy in here," Chase commented, waving his arms around his face as if to clear the steam, though it looked more like he was being attacked by a killer swam of flies.

[Estee Garner]

Mascara laden eyelashes blinked quickly as she stared at the boy across the room from her. He was odd. He had an eyebrow barbell and a lip ring and even small plugs, which were noticeable as his hair was fairly short. She glanced up toward his eyes which, whatever color they were, were dark looking, and for some reason, they didn't seem focused on her eyes... At this point, the female hated being started at.

But Daniel's arm wrapped around her back and as he leaned down, her chin lifted and their lips touched. That single sensation she felt was so amazing. It's not like they didn't kiss a lot. Because that wasn't the case at all. But it felt like forever since this one, and it was breathtaking. Without thinking about it, her tongue left her own mouth and went between his lips for only a moment, and she pressed her body into his as her arms tightened.

At Chase's comment, she tore back from Daniel and groaned lightly, completely embarrassed. And she was going to snap back at the boy, but nothing was coming to mind. And she looked like she wanted to say something, but nothing came out of her mouth, no words, no noises, and no air. She wasn't really breathing. Just embarrassed and awestruck at that stupid person across the room from the two of them.

[Daniel Thomas]

Daniel had never kissed anyone except Estee. For a seventeen yearold boy this probably seemed odd. But there were a lot of things that were pretty odd about this one member of the male population. For one, he seemed to have no sex drive. Most teenagers were off having sex left and right. Or at least having sex with their girlfriend. But not him. He was perfectly content just sitting with his arms wrapped around the beautiful figure sitting next to him.

It certainly wasn't their first kiss. But it seemed speacail. Why? Maybe because it was their first one in their new school. Or maybe just because every kiss to them was specail. The think about the couple is they didn't seem to take having eachother for granted. They knew that the other person would never leave them, but still. Just having someone there that cared about them wasn't something either of then were used to.

Daniel broke apart their kiss as he heard the not yet familiar voice of his roomate. Holding Estee closer with one arm he reoved his other. His fingers were closed in a fist. Well, except for one. The one two fingers from with side of his hand. Well, if you count the thumb as a finger. Yes, it was just middle finger. Chase had just been given the classicly angry finger by his new roommate.

[Chase Barret]

Chase grinned and took the finger as a joke. It was supposed to be funny, right? He absentmindedly tongued his lip ring and thought of what he was supposed to say. "I'll assume your Daniel's... how should I say this... 'petite amie'?" He wasn't sure if neither of them knew French, but it was much more creative than just saying 'girlfriend.'

He turned around again, digging through his clothing and wondering what to put away next. "I'm Chase." He nodded, digging his large silver iPod out of his laptop bag, tossing it onto the bed. Music was cool. Girls were cooler. Kissing was even cooler. Well, making out. And anything above that was heaven. He wanted a girl to make out with. That'd be cool. That'd be really cool.

"Have you met your roommate yet?" He rose an eyebrow, hoping she had a pretty roommate. Then she could introduce her to Daniel. And Chase would happen to be there too. Perfect idea.

[Estee Garner]

The female glanced away and smirked as Daniel flipped the other boy off. It was kinda funny. Though when her eyes drifted back over to him, he was grinning and shaking his head as though it were a joke. And Estee gazed up toward Daniel's face which didn't seem the happiest at the moment. And she wanted to touch those lips again. Really bad. But stayed quiet.

"Clairement," she replied in French, sounding a bit snappier than she would have liked. Who else would she have been. No person would come into the other gender's room, sit with them, hold onto each other and kiss them. Really?

And she stayed quiet when he said his name. At this point, she didn't care who he was. She ust really didn't like him. And besides that stupid comment, she wasn't really sure why. "No," she responded flatly when he asked about her roommate. She assumed she had one as there was still another 2 beds in her room. At least one of them was going to be filled up. She kinda hoped. Estee was normally perfectly fine alone, but she wasn't a fan of always being alone, she guessed she'd rather have an empty room than a room with a snobby girl. But she's rather share a room with a nice person than no one at all.

"Did you need any help putting your things away?" she asked Daniel, knowing he'd most likely ignore the fact that clothing should go in drawers and live out of his suitcase until he ran out of clothing. In which he'd start rewearing his worn clothing. And Estee thought it'd be helpful to at least start with the clothing in drawers.

[Daniel Thomas]

Daniel felt kind of confused as the two of them started talking n what he presumed to be French. Daniel did not know french. he could not speak it. And certainly could not understand it. He was in Latin. And thankfully because of this he did not need to worry about his accent.. Of course, he had taken a few years of spanish, and was most definitely capable of having a fluent conversation in that language. However, this did not help him. They might both be romance languages, but he had absolutely no idea what either of them had said.

"I'm perfectly capable of taking care of myself." the teenager spoke leaving a kiss on the top of his girlfriends head. He had always been a rather independant person. And he really didn't want to add unnecicery work for Estee. Besides, why bother taking everything out. His clothes were all in one bag and he could just pull out a pair of jeans and a tee shirt. I mean they were all but identicle.

Daniel went back to his folder of papers. If they were going to go to the barn later he should probably finish flipping through these now. He pulled out a yellow sheet. This seemed to be the only helpful sheet there.

"You guys both see your scheduals already?"