AND CELEBRATE THE IRONY~ [ELVIS]

[SETH "RABBIT" LOGAN HEMLEY]

Rabbit was a good boy. He swore he never even touched a hair on his pretty little head. He didn’t have to…. there was an electric razor involved. That was what touched his old douchebag of a roommate’s head, and he deserved it too. He was making fun of Rabbit’s glasses, and though Rabbit didn’t really pay much attention to that kind of ridicule… in all honesty a little teasing didn’t bother him. But the arrogance in this guys voice… he stood by it. The shaving of his stupid long blonde hair had to be done. He looked better that way. He looked like a giant dick. It showed what was on the inside on the outside, and was admittedly, kind of hilarious.

Still, it left him lugging all of his things to a different room, an unlit cigarette pursed between his teeth and his hair flopping lifelessly in front of his black-rimmed glasses. The key to his Chevy Impala was dangling next to the one to his Harley Davidson, almost as if he were trying to flaunt the fact that he was rich. But he wasn’t, really. That wasn’t his style… just liked to remind himself that he had his babies… that was it. He sighed, pulling his bag next to the door that read the identical room number to his new room key and leaned against it, finishing his cigarette and putting it out with his shoe.

He pushed his glasses up and turned to face the door, fishing for the key to his new room (which was not yet on his key ring) in his pocket. Part of him hoped there wasn’t anyone in the room. Rabbit liked solitude, he was homeschooled, he never really had to share a room or toys… he was a loner of sorts… not that he didn’t like company every once in a while… he just…. didn’t mind being alone. He god the key from his pocket and unlocked the door, pushing it open slowly, so he didn’t startle his new roommate.

”Huhhlouhh?” There was Jersey in everything Rabbit said; even his hello’s stank of it. He yanked the cages keeping his cats into the room quickly and pushed it against the wall. There were a couple of soft mew’s. And there he saw his roommate… or well, he saw the walls first. The punk music posters…. the musical theater… and… he raised a brow… “Punk… and musical theather… Annnnddd, my new roommate is gay, Fun.” He didn’t mean to say it outloud, or really as sarcastically as it came out either. He didn’t mind if his new roomie was gay… honestly, gay people didn’t bother Rabbit, they were usually a whole lot nicer than straight people.

And finally his eyes fell on his roommate, who seemed to be doodling lazily at his desk. “Uh. Hi. I’m your new roommate I guess… what are you… are you a uh… are you a senior or…? He brushed a hand through his hair, moving it away from his glasses which he then pushed up. He was trying to be friendly… and he really hoped it worked because this guy looked about as good as he was going to get roommate-wise. “I’m Rabbit.”

[elvis joseph hamleton]

elvis wasn't even aware that he was going to be getting a new roommate. way that he saw it, it was well into the year and there wasn't much reason for them to try and give him someone new to get adapted to. and maybe elvis didn't really want a new roommate no matter how much he missed having someone to live with. after all, it wasn't like he was going to get a replay of teddy. he had been a one chance in a life time thing. teddy had been some sort of miracle and there was no way that he was going to end up getting a roommate who was as good as teddy had been. and not just because he had fallen for teddy, but because he was just a good roommate. he didn't impose, or anything like that. there was no fucking way elvis was going to get that lucky again. nor would he be able to walk around in his boxers if he got a new roommate. so really, he was fine with not having someone move in.

so he hadn't been aware that he was going to have someone else living with him. or maybe he had been. maybe they'd sent him some piece of mail or something like that. he couldn't be sure, he really couldn't. he hadn't actually looked at a piece of mail that he'd gotten since teddy had left. and unless the shit said that it was from spain he really didn't care to read it. so maybe the administration had contacted him letting him know that someone else would be moving in. but he hadn't read it. and he didn't really care either was if he was going to be perfectly honest about it. though, there was a bit of shock when he heard a key go into the lock. and at first he thought it was one of his idiot neighbors who went to the wrong door. then there was a part of him that thought maybe it was teddy. the person that walked in the door, though, was not someone that he even knew.

and when the crates were pushed in and he heard the mews come out of them all that elvis could do was perk his brow right up to his hairline and set down his pencil so he could turn to better face the man who was walking into his dorm room. it didn't take long for him to deduce that this was a new roommate. the boxes said enough of that. and maybe he should've cared. maybe he should've made some kind of comment. or said hello back. but instead he just watched him and an amused sort of look came onto his lips. "bi actually," he corrected that british accent of his clashing with the other boy's jersey accent in an almost comical fashion. elvis leaned back in his chair more crossing one leg so that his ankle was resting on his knee with his arms crossed over his chest sizing him up curiously.

his lips then broke into an almost gentle smile. "freshman actually," he answered simply before his leg dropped back to the ground and he scooted himself in his chair over to where the other boy stood. "i'm elvis. so what did ya do to get a new dorm?" he asked a curious expression on his feature, extending his hand for rabbit to shake. "ya need any 'elp wif yer things?"

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