Seth Amstel --> Open for Anyone

[kaitie]

Suspense was killing him. The blond, pale boy stood in the bathroom fidgeting with his hair. It was driving him nuts. It hung loosely in his face and then sometimes poked him in the eye when he flicked his head to the side to remove the bangs. Seth Amstel looked in the mirror at his pale complexion. His skill was relatively flawless, a gift from his mother. He was lucky for a boy his age, clear skin. Not many shared the same fate as Seth.

He splashed some cold water on his face just to cool himself down since he seemed to panicking over something that had nothing to do with school. Or it did, but it just didn't have to be thought about right now. The seventeen year old boy walked from the bathroom and threw himself onto one of the beds that was pushed against the wall.

The room was boring. It was like all of the other private school dorm rooms that he had stayed in. Bland colors and the most simple furniture. It didn't matter to Seth what condition the room was in. He wouldn't be spending much time in there anyway. Seth hated wasting time, especially when he could of been doing something better, like perfecting his routine for one of his upcoming competitions.

That was right. He was supposed to help Kathleen his sister choreograph that one. Damn. Well, he could still choreograph and then send it to his sister via text message or some other type of communication. Seth rolled over onto his side and curled himself up, almost cradling himself on the bed. He wanted to be out of here so bad. Boys like him weren't supposed to be stuck in private schools without decent art programs.

Oh right, his father specifically picked Eddingborough because they didn't have anything dance-related here. Which meant that Seth would have to find somewhere every night to rehearse his routines for the competitions over the summer. Or even just to stay in shape.

Seth stretched out now and rolled onto his back, staring blankly up at the ceiling. It was only a matter of time before he met his roommate.[/color][/size]

[Sarah]

Dorm 347 had been Caleb's since day one of the school year. For 2 and a half years he'd been in this place, and yet, he'd finally made it to the nicer rooms. Though it was nicer, it hadn't taken Caleb long to make it otherwise, making most of the room into a wreck. Oh, and those damn advisors expected him to clean it. Yeah, Right. Well, at least he kept half of the room clear. It was where his non-existant roommate was supposed to be.

There hadn't been a need so far for Caleb to have to share a room with another boy. His grades were okay, unassisted by any other boy unlike the rest of his grade. Really, if he did ever have a dorm mate and their two grades had to be averaged together, Caleb figured he'd bring the other kids grades down. He rarily studied, and when he actually attempted, it normally didnt last long before his ADHD kicked in, and he came up with something else to do.

So, walking down the halls to the familiar room, Caleb Beakly didn't expect anything out of the ordinary to find in his dorm. He expected the half of the room nearest to the bathroom to still be in shambles, whereas the other side with the bed against the wall would be neat and tidy with pressed sheets on the beds.

Whisking some blonde hairs out of his face, Caleb slipped the key into the door, to find it already opened. His brows furrowed. Had he left it open the entire day? Then again, he had remembered locking it before leaving earlier. He learned the hard way in first year to have all your belongings locked away. If another boy could get into your dorm, and look through your valueables, you were screwed. That was how he lost his PSP.

Opening the door, he blinked to see another boy in the room. He stepped back, and read the gold numerals outside the door. Surely enough, this was his dorm.

But who was this kid? The heads wouldnt be giving him a roommate, would they/ He'd had them in the past, of course, but normally he only got them at the beginning of the year, never in the middle of a semister. "Who the hell are you?" Caleb asked bluntly, unable to stop himself. Oh, and God. Those heads better not have given him a fag for a room mate.

[kaitie]

Seth had parked himself in the dorm room without the slightest care in the world. He just wanted to rest and didn't even acknowledge the other boy's things on the other bed and clutter around it. So when he heard Caleb cursing at him for who he was, Seth sat straight up and looked at the new figure in the room.

Seth had only slightly dozed off, causing his sense of surrounding and sight to be a little slow. Finally after blinking several times and rubbing his eyes he noticed Caleb more and took in his appearance. "Uh..." Was all Seth could muster at the moment. He quickly looked down at his bags on the floor by the bed, stuffed to their fullest capacity.
He was in right room... right?

Seth checked the tags on his belongings and then looked down at the key that had the number imprinted on a laminated piece of paper. Yep, this was the right room. Oh damn. He was rooming with some ignorant son of a bitch. Well that was okay, Seth could be one right back.

He sat up, brushing off his polo and his jeans and shook his head to remove his hair from his eyes before fully responding to Caleb's inquiry. "I'm Seth." He smirked looking at the boy with an arched brow. "And you are...?" He asked, his tone serious.

[Sarah]

Watching the other boy carefully, Caleb's head tilted. At the other's intelligent response of "Uh.." Caleb snorted, and turned to close the door behind him. This would be fun. So, they gave him a dumbass for a roommate. Yeah, his grades would drop. Even with the first impression, Caleb was very opinionated. He didnt know the boy, but already had him labled. Stuck up, maybe. That, and stupid.

Caleb's blue eyes watched the other as he crossed the room to his own bed. He knocked off magazines and random objects along with it to the already cluttered floor. He sat down his messenger bag that held all of his school supplies and reached over towards the nightstand for a little orange bottle of pills. It was time for his meds, otherwise he'd be bouncing off the walls, and ten times more annoying than usual.

"Uhhh..." Caleb mocked Seth easily. "I'm Caleb. What the hell are you doing in my dorm?" He asked easily, arching a brow of his own. He found that imitating another person always seemed to annoy people. He did a once over of the boy, and thought aloud. "Are you a fag?"

Way to go, Caleb. Make yourself look like a jackass without even realizing it.

[kaitie]

Seth pursed his lips at Caleb's mockery. How adorable. Seth didn't have time for douche bag roommates, nor did he want them. He rolled his eyes and laid back down on the bed, staring at the ceiling. "I was assigned this room, smart ass," He responded shortly.

Seth was in the room, maybe... twenty minutes now? And he already knew that he wouldn't be able to stand his roommate. Great job, heads of the school. Easily, this problem could of been avoided. Seth could march down to the administration room and demand for a better roommate; or Seth would just toy with this kid until he felt that Caleb learned his place.
The second option sounded better. Seth didn't have to time to go confront the administration about his roommate, nor did he want to cause a scene. He was brought up better than that. And he also knew better than that.

Seth held his tongue before rolling onto his side to watch Caleb pop pills. He almost wanted to make this Caleb kid think that he was a faggot. Maybe it would make Caleb leave him alone. Seth rolled his pretty little hazel eyes again and swallowed. "I'm no faggot." He responded, arching a brow again, as if challenging Caleb to something.

[Sarah]

With Seth's response, he shrugged, finally raising his brows like he was truly offended, or surprised by such language. "Now, now," Caleb said, his tone still clearly meant to mock the other. "No need to get so testy. Besides, it is in the school's official handbook not to curse, bitch." He smirked. "Surely, knowing your kind you've read it from cover to cover? Have it memorized?"

Two red and white pills rested in the other blonde boy's hand, and Caleb reached around for the bottle of Dasani that sat on the night stand as well. Maybe he looked like a druggie popping pills, but he really didnt like these things. They were just some form of depressant to keep him calm-- what fun was that? Call him whatever you wanted, he didnt care.

If Seth would have told him that he was a fag, that would only cause Caleb to mock him more. He'd been warned before about the school's no tolerance policy. It didnt scare him. But, he knew his mom back home would have his cock in a vise if he got kicked out. He rose his brows slowly. "And are you sure about that?" He asked steadily, looking serious. He easily swallowed the two pills, and looked at Seth again. "We're not being insecure, are we?"

[kaitie]

Seth sat up and pushed himself against the wall so that he feet were just hanging over the edge of the twin bed. He raised a brow at Caleb watching him grab the bottle of Dasani with the two pills in his hand. Obviously Caleb was a very cocky individual and he was very stereotyped. Seth exhaled and wet his lips before he came up with a witty response.

"Enlighten me again, what exactly is my type?" He honestly, truly didn't want to argue with this kid, but if Caleb was pushing for it, Seth would follow right through until there was nothing more to say; no more ground to be touched on.

Seth did think about the rule book and all of the other pointless bullshit he had to sign his signature to at least ten times before being allowed to even breathe the air around Eddingborough. There was a zero tolerance policy for any discrimination or foul language on campus. Whoopsie-Doo.

The blond waited thinking again watching Caleb intently. Did Caleb really want a fag for a roommate? Seth couldn't certainly act but he could try and pull of a gay-man's voice. But that would just feed the fire, and Seth truly just wanted to roll over and go to sleep.

Insecurity wasn't an issue with Seth. It was maybe during Middle School when people realized that he was dancing, but eventually Seth owned up to it and the bullies pulled back and realized it wasn't fun to make fun of someone with nothing to be ashamed of. Seth shrugged. "Sure you're not talking about yourself?" He raised both of his brows this time, shooting his eyes over towards the side of the room.

[Sarah]

People would have thought that Caleb would have learned his lesson by now. Going up to total strangers that he would be living with for an entire school year and pissing them off was not a very intelligent idea. But, Caleb lived for the moment, not the moment after. Caleb was the one being testy. He was making sure the guy knew his place-- this was his dorm, and he wasn't going to be walked over.

"Poor little rich gay boy," Caleb said readily. "Life is so tough for a gay man these days. The money just doesnt seem to comfort, does it?" He sat the water bottle back on the nightstand, reaching down for his bag to pull out a magazine-- Playboy. "But, money can make you plenty of friends, but not real ones." He pouted out his lips in mock sympathy. "Poor little rich gay boy." he repeated. Truly, he knew nothing about this other kid, and was simply going off looks, and what little he knew about him. He knew how wrong he could be, though.

Barely anyone followed the official rules around Eddingborough. There was drinking and tobacco. Drugs, he'd heard. Hook ups every night with some perople. Drugs, sex, alcohol, it was all here.

Caleb saw this place more as a social experiment than a school. Like, what he was going to experience with poor little rich gay boy over there. The heads wanted to know if they tortured boys enough, could they get along with kids that may very well be their enemies? It was all a stupid mind game that he was forced to play. A higher-level prestigious school, his ass.

"Myself?" Caleb repeated, both brows raised as well. He shrugged. "Maybe. And, I suppose that's exactly what those administrators what you to find out for them. Just, let me tell you, what you see, is what you get.' He held out his arms for a minute, then returned to grab the magazine off his lap, and look at.

[kaitie]

What was this kid? Oh yeah, nothing more than a mere below-Seth-social class that just loved to make himself look like a total jerk off. Hey, if that was the way Caleb wanted it, then so be it.

"Too bad I'm not gay. Even if I was, I wouldn't want to touch....That." Seth cringed and reached over to his bag to pull out a bag of plain Lays potato chips. He opened the bag, making sure he was extra loud and obnoxious about it, until finally jerking the bag open.

Slowly, one-by-one, Seth began reaching for the chips and ate them. He picked them up, individually and made sure he was chewing them loud enough. Normally he didn't act like a slob, or some idiot with a big head, but Caleb was a force to be reckoned with and Seth wanted to make sure that Caleb saw a fair fight.

[Sarah]

Caleb rose his brows at the other boy, and snorted. "Like I'd let you touch me there," he said simply. "My girlfriends wouldnt like that." Oh, yeah right. Who was Caleb trying to prove? He didnt have one girlfriend, let alone more. But, Poor Little Rich Gay Boy over there didnt know that. For all he knew, Caleb was the biggest freaking stud he ever knew.

But, the boy wasn't that dumb, either.

With the loud pop-ish noise of the bag of chips, Caleb looked up from a naked woman he was admiring in the magazine, and rose a brow to Seth. Oh, honestly? No nasty vocal come-backs, but he would attempt to annoy him with chips? Caleb was the king of annoyance. It was a sport to him, and so he knew how to do it throroughly.

Reaching down for his bag once more, Caleb picked up his Ipod Nano, and unravelled the earphones. It was a simple way to show Seth that he didnt care. "Keep your pig-shit over on that side of the room," he said, sounding unconcerned.

[kaitie]

Seth rolled his eyes again. "Dare to dream." He muttered looking across the room again, taking in all of it's details. In his mind he drew the boundary between him and Caleb. From that wrinkly smelly sock was Seth's part of the room and then on was Caleb's. It was semi-even. Well, minus the bathroom. That was one thing Seth wasn't going to fight over. It was a bathroom. There were community ones down the hall, but Seth didn't like the idea of sharing a shower with two or more boys at the school. Sharing a shower with one guy was hard enough. Let a lone a room.

Seth nodded, looking up at Caleb through his lashes before hie too reached down and pulled out his iTouch. Oh yes, sometimes bigger was better, and Seth made sure that he would flaunt his belongings as much as he wanted to.

"Keep your pig shit over there..." was all that was going through his mind as he pushed the play button on his iTouch. Modest Mouse began playing and he closed his eyes, munching again on the chips.
Wouldn't it just make Caleb's day if he dumped the bag all over his clothes. Seth smiled sinisterly at the thought as he placed another potato chip in his mouth.

[Sarah]

Considering Caleb could still hear Seth's mumbled comment, he turned the volume up louder, playing Starstruckk by 3OH!3. Caleb started to mouth the lyrics to himself. "Nice legs, daisy dukes make a man go-" He whistled at the right part, smirking to himself. He was totally distracted from Seth again. The guy didn't exist anymore in his mind.

That was just how Caleb's mind worked. One second, he could be annoyed as hell. The next second he would be perfectly at ease, or worrying over something else. But, in the corner of his mind, he had some special plans for Poor Little Rich Boy over there.

There were standard pranks he could do, but thievery was Caleb's speciality. No, he didn't actually steal items from people, but rather, he took them and hid them in the most obvious place possible. Once someone knew they were hidden from them, they had the idea that it was hidden in a clever place that they could never find it. But, simply, it would be in a normal-seeming place-- only making them feel stupid when they did find it.

Blue eyes looked carefully at the Ipod Touch, and locked on them. It was clear to see that he was admiring it, and that he was jealous of it. And yet, he didnt say anything, or made motion to take it or anything. That would be the first thing he hid from the other boy.

That, and those damn chips.

[kaitie]

Seth looked up from his iPod and curiously at Caleb. The music he was listening, Seth was familiar with only because Kathleen had tried to choreograph something to the same music, if not another song by the same band, 3OH!3.

Seth nodded off to his music, getting comfortable again as he laid himself down on his back on the bed. It was a small bed, something he would have to take some time to get used to. (Seth normally slept on a queen sized bed.) He sighed heavily, pulling out his cellphone, checking the messages. One was from Kat the others from people at the studio he danced with... Nothing too out of the ordinary. One of his partners was confirming their date to meet on some choreography and what not at lunch, but Seth wasn't sure he'd make it anymore now that he was here.

Stupid judgmental fathers, Seth thought to himself.

And it was true. Only because of his father, Seth was here. His mother loved the idea of a dancing boy. All of those ladies... And how surely Seth would become a ladies man. And he had. But Seth never liked having a serious relationship with any of his partners in case it got weird, which usually it did. He sighed again, this time loud enough and powerful enough to push his hair up off of his forehead. He rolled over onto his left side so that his back was to Caleb.

He really just wanted to be friends with the boy, nothing more. If friends was too much, then why not just be friendly to one another in the room. Seth didn't want a fight. He was tired of fighting and felt like he had spent all of his life fighting for what he wanted. He was done.

[Sarah]

Caleb's own blue eyes didn't see Seth look to him, even from just hearing the music that vibrated through his occupied ear buds. He always played his music loud. It didn't matter where he was at, or who he was with. It was just another priceless-- and sometimes annoying-- part of Caleb. And, never would he change.

Or, rather, he hadn't met the person who he would change for. He'd been interested in girls since before he hit puberty. He'd had girlfriends before too, including his best friend at the time-- but it only fizzled. He wasn't 'mature' enough, she said. He wasn't 'committed'. Well, because he was a kid. He had his churlish ways that would be hard to break.

Seeing the other boy pull out his phone, Caleb did the same. He didn't expect to see many messages but the ones he did see were predictable. There were plenty from Sarah, asking him how 'prison' was. There were some from Austin, talking about some show he watched on T.V or something. There were even some from his Mom, but he didn't bother to glance at those. He knew it would only stress him out, and anger him.

He wasn't exactly a Mama's boy, but he did love his mother. To think she sent him away was anything but kind. Words filled his mind from the thought alone. Malicious. Cruel. Heartless. Evil. But, he knew that wasn't who his Mom really was.

Finally, Caleb's eyes drifted back over to his new found room mate. It would be an interesting year with him. Caleb wasn't always this cruel-- not for a long shot-- but he was annoying. For most of his life, friendships had been unbearably hard to gain. And so, he didn't even attempt anymore. He had friends he made back home who had been his friends forever, and weren't going to desert him. They had their chances before to do so, and since they hadn't, he knew they weren't going to leave him high and dry.

He was tired of being used and abused. He had to make his mark at Eddingborough, which meant making his mark on Seth over there. He wasn't someone's doormat, and he was making it clear. Friendship was beyond his reach, let alone any acts of being civil. Though it was unknown to the blonde, he too had fought all his life. Only, he didn't plan to give up. Not yet.

[kaitie]

Seth rolled back over onto his back, his eyes slightly closed, but he wasn't asleep; still aware of his surroundings and Caleb. Caleb would be one of those boys Seth probably could never get a decent sleep around unless the boy was out of the room or down the hall or somewhere else other than here.

Seth played around with the white ear bud cords that plugged into his iPod. He ran his hands over them several times before tying them into little knots and then un-doing them again.

(holy cow Writers block. D:)