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Post by Jeremy Lines on Feb 23, 2007 13:07:01 GMT 7
Jeremy stepped into the room a little excited to see who his new roommate would be since he switched. He had gotten a letter telling him who his roommate was but had neglected to open it. Did the other guy already know he's rooming with me? Is he disappointed?. Jeremy shrugged and threw a couple bags on the empty bed. He started to unpack some of his stuff when he'd glance over to the other side of the room every once in a while. I wonder who it is, he asked himself. He looked around and found a photo. Roman. You've got to be kidding me. Just as it clicked that he was rooming with him, he walked in the room.
"Uh, eh... Hi." Jeremy said awkwardly.
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Post by Roman Avery on Feb 23, 2007 13:19:23 GMT 7
Roman shifted the backpack across his shoulders, one of the last things he had to bring up. He, alike most, was excited to see who he'd be rooming with. Thoughts traveled to possible people, shrugging off a few that he hadn't very good relationships with. Yet, it was just like Roman's luck to end up with one of those people. He wasn't a very nosy person, so hadn't really looked around to get a few possible clues as to who exactly this guy might be. Stepping into the room, he settled himself on his bed, beginning to unpack the clothing and things he had. Roman was a very neat person, and liked everything neat and clean. He'd learned this from living with a couple other kids. If you had to be anything, be it clean, for you never know what they might think. Gaze shifted upward as vocals processed, gulping down any snappy reply he might have.
"Oh, er... Hey," He shifted, tossing a magazine he'd been reading aside, a hand moving to the back of his neck, wishing he could get out of here, like now... Just escape anything that had to do with something. He hated fighting, purely hated it. "So... I guess we're roomies," He nodded lightly, inhaling everything he'd just taken in. The words were more of a mumble, but they were better than nothing at all.
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Post by Jeremy Lines on Feb 23, 2007 13:25:14 GMT 7
"Yeah, uh... I guess" Jeremy said quite softly. God, out of anyone in the entire school look at my luck. Jeremy turned his back to him and kept unpacking his stuff. Thoughts of what he could say raced through his head. "I'm sorry?. No. That makes you sound like a pussy Jeremy. "What's up?". I could act like nothing ever happened, and maybe he'd forget as well. No. No one in the whole school could forget that game, how could the key players in it act like it never happened. He turned back around and sat on his bed putting his head in his hands, rubbing his head, he looked back up at him. "It's a nice size" Jeremy said looking around the room. That's all he could get out. Was a comment about the size of the room.
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Post by Roman Avery on Feb 23, 2007 22:47:55 GMT 7
Roman glanced around, nodding in agreement. It was somewhat comical how they couldn't just talk like normal people, but at the same time it bugged him deeply. He had no idea what to say, so settled himself back against the headboard, thinking for a moment. What if he talked to him like they were normal people? It would show that he actually wanted to make things work out. He wasn't a fan of awkward moments, and truly didn't want to make this painful for the both of them. Sure, they'd probably only spend a short time here, maybe only sleeping, but still.
"Still into soccer?" He asked, curiosity overcoming him. You see, after that year Roman had continued basketball. He'd played as a high schooler, but once he graduated, he did nothing more than a few pick-up games at the park. Once he'd come to Rutherford, he hadn't wanted to go back into it, though he loved the sport. So, that's when he'd tried soccer.
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Post by Jeremy Lines on Feb 24, 2007 0:03:32 GMT 7
God, you could cut the tension with a knife. All Jeremy wanted to do was get out of their, and stay far away. Should he go down to the offices and tell them their situation? Would that get him another room? Probably not, he decided. School like for people "to work things out". Should they? Should they work it out? Who should be the one to instigate it? Then the worst question gets brought up. "Yeah, it's my life." He replied. He felt like a little kid playing that hot - cold game. We're getting warmer, and warmer. Almost there. He didn't know how much more he could take. "Fuck... Roman, what's our problem? Was it that big of a deal?" Was the most Jeremy could say.
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Post by Roman Avery on Feb 24, 2007 0:28:02 GMT 7
Roman immediately regretted bringing up the topic of soccer. It just happened to come out, like he had no control over it. What the hell was he thinking? This was even before Jeremy threw his answer out there. He offered a small nod, surprised that he didn't have to force a forgiving smile. It didn't last long though, because his gaze shifted back to Jeremy as he spoke again. "I have no idea... But, I'm thinking we really need to get over it if we're going to get out of this room alive," He stated, a half smile appearing. They really needed to work things out, whether they liked it or not.
{Muse needs to come back. *whimpers*}
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Post by Jeremy Lines on Feb 24, 2007 0:33:52 GMT 7
Jeremy let out his nervous chuckle that tends to happened every once in a while. He wish it would be that simple to just drop their hatred, which had become so acustom. How many months went by that the name Roman came up and Jeremy cringed, how many times did he purposely avoid him. It's worked into him now. It'll be weird to change it, but he's glad too. Their arguments was one that after time no one knows what it was over. "Thank God we got that out. Man you'd think I was giving brain surgery or something over here, that was work." He said, but this time giving a genuine laugh.
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Post by Roman Avery on Feb 24, 2007 0:55:39 GMT 7
Muscles stopped their contracting as they both agreed. Roman hated this wall they'd built up, it prevented anything positive from being said or done. Nothing was easy in life, and this wasn't the exception. It suddenly felt strange to talk to Jeremy like they were somewhat friends, or working on being friends. Whenever the topic of Jeremy came up, he shrugged it off, and came up with a new line. It wasn't necessarily a put down, but avoiding the subject. Yet, it wasn't over. One small mess up could screw the work they might have put into it. "Brain surgery, eh?" He laughed lightly, pausing. "And it took being roomates to get it on the table," He shook his head, sitting straighter.
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Post by Jeremy Lines on Feb 24, 2007 1:16:40 GMT 7
Jeremy laughed. "Okay brain surgery was a bit much." Jeremy shrugged his shoulder as he threw his clothes into a drawer. He turned back at Roman about to ask him something but paused. Should he? Or would he think he was dumb. They're relationship is at such an awkward time anything could ruin it. Even too much effort of making things better would make it seem weird. He didn't care, he already felt like an idiot pulling a brain surgery line on him. "Look, I'm starving. Do you wanna get some lunch?" He said slightly rubbing his stomach, the thing he's done since a little kid when he got hungry.
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Post by Roman Avery on Feb 24, 2007 3:55:17 GMT 7
Roman shook his head, laughing. "Not at all," He replied, used to corny comments like that. He was usually the one to make up them, but didn't have a problem with just knowing someone else did it once in a while as well. Shoving the empty bags under his bed, Roman slipped the magazine into a drawer, glancing back toward Jeremy as he spoke. Suddenly realizing that he was hungry as well, he nodded, smiling. "Count me in," He responded, standing. Food was definitely a thing most guys had in common, and a good thing to start on by way of working into being friends. "What'd you have in mind?"
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Post by Jeremy Lines on Feb 24, 2007 12:21:45 GMT 7
Jeremy felt like a giddy little girl. I love when things start to work out, I get all warm and tingly inside. He laughed to himself a bit realizing how stupid he sounded, thank God he didn't say it out loud. He thought for a minute, what DID he have in mind? Where does he like to if he could go anywhere. If it was anywhere it'd be a restaurant at home that he spent his entire high school years at. He'd escape his home life and grab a plate of fries and a chocolate milk shake at Fred's every day after school. "Would you like to head into Times Square to get something? Chinese or Italian?" His stomach growled. What is it that he's hungry for?
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Post by Roman Avery on Feb 24, 2007 22:50:43 GMT 7
Roman watched him for a second, surprised at how easy it was to get everything off their shoulders. In the truth of it all, it felt great. All the tension wasn't gone, but it was slowly dissipating. Now, what was Roman hungry for? One of Jerry's burgers at the Prime. Even though it was a night club, they were known for opening their doors for a couple hours and making burgers for hungry teenagers. Yet, Roman wasn't so lucky to come in that early, the burger was usually his dinner.
Roman nodded, Times Square had great food, whether you agreed or not, they did. "Chinese or Italian?" He mumbled half to himself. "Whichever is closer," He said, laughing lightly.
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