If you're wondering if I want you to, I want you to
“That box doesn’t go there, Ryan, how many times do I have to tell you?”
“Then move all your shit by yourself!”
Turmoil at the campus: it’s the day when the students set their rooms up, and for freshmen it’s even more exciting and stressing.
“Who brought upstairs your fucking prehistoric computer?”
“Hey, I create with that!”
”But you don’t have to be stuck in the 19th century also with the stuff you use! Your clothes are bad enough!”
Glares challenge: Spencer Smith 1- Ryan Ross 0.
“You and your bitch glare, I hate you both,” Ryan scoffs, finally putting the box with all the useless stuff Spencer didn’t want to leave at home in the right corner of the room.
“Oh shut up, you love us,” Spencer answers back, blowing a kiss at his friend, who pretends to grab the kiss and rip it apart.
“Bren, Bren, no, no, on the left! You’re going to knock into the wall! Oh Jesus, stop wobbling in every direction, you’re going to make the two of us fall on the floor! Bren!”
Spencer and Ryan turn their heads to the door, from where they can hear somebody talking agitatedly in the hallway. Soon enough, a dark haired guy wearing a red hoodie enters the room, arms full of a huge box that he’s moving with the help of somebody else, still hidden by said box.
”Jon!” the guy in red whines, “We’re in, please let’s put this box down!”
“Okay, okay,” the other guy huffs, slowly setting the box on the floor.
“Phew! What the hell is in there? Couldn’t you put your shit in separated boxes, like any sane person does?” Red Hood comments with long breaths, leaning against the sofa.
The other guy rolls his eyes at him before noticing there’re other two people in the room.
“Oh! One of you must be my roommate, ehm, Spencer Smith, right?” he says tentatively, hoping to get the name right.
The boy with light eyes takes a step forward, sticking a hand out, “Hi, I’m Spencer.”
“Nice to meet ya, I’m Jon Walker,” he greets with a smile, holding back a chuckle for Spencer’s white and pink t-shirt; on the other hand Spencer tries not to show his disapproval for Jon’s footwear, he hates sandals.
Seconds pass and the two are still shacking hands, looking at each other in the eyes. Spencer’s friend huffs.
“I suppose somebody isn’t going to introduce me: hi, I’m Ryan Ross,” he says, waving a hand at nobody in particular.
Jon’s friend beams at him and quickly steps closer to him, “Hello, I’m Brendon Urie!” he states, vigorously shacking Ryan’s hand.
Spencer and Jon finally break apart and introduce to the respective friends, getting to know each other a bit: where they’re from, what they’re going to major in, random interests and so on. It emerges that Spencer and Ryan are from Las Vegas, while Jon and Brendon are from Chicago; Spencer is going to study Economics, Ryan Journalism, Jon Photography and Brendon Music (the Chicago natives don’t voice it, but they both think the others’ choices are slightly snobbish); they all play an instrument and don’t have exactly similar tastes in music, even less when it’s about movies and books.
Time quickly passes by, Ryan and Brendon have to return in their rooms to know their roommates and finish setting their things, leaving Spencer and Jon to know each other. Before closing the door, Ryan looks in a very eloquent way at his friend, with whom he shares a secret language made of looks and unspoken words: this time he means something like ‘I don’t want to become an uncle at my young age’, receiving a middle finger as an answer from Spencer. Jon looks at their exchange oddly, but doesn’t pay further attention and starts picking stuff from his huge box.
The two boys set their bedrooms in a comfortable silence, meeting every once in a while in the shared living room where they left the boxes, barely talking and alternating glancing at each other.
“Oh, awesome!” Spencer cries out trying the lights in the bathroom.
“Uh?” Jon pokes his head from his bedroom’s door.
The roommate clicks hastily the light button, showing him it doesn’t work.
“Oh…I think the RA has some in storage, try asking him…” Jon suggests with a shrug.
“Good idea,” Spencer comments, heading to the still crowded hallway.
“And we have to ask for help to someone like him? He’ll surely be out partying every night,” Spencer affirms returning in his and Jon’s room.
“What?” the scruffy guy asks, biting back a laugh.
“Saporta…the advisor…he’s a party go-er, I can tell,” Spencer declares with a firm nod.
“Okay…Did he at least give you a new light bulb?”
“Yup,” Spencer replies, shaking a little box gently.
“I take you a chair,” Jon states while his roommate heads to the bathroom.
“Thank you.”
When Jon is back with the chair and Spencer has climbed up, new light bulb already in hand, the latter notices the ceiling is still a bit too high even for him, who is slightly taller than Jon.
“Uhm…” Jon makes an unsure noise, looking at the far lamp.
“Geez, these ceilings are so high…Here, help me, put a foot on that support of the chair: I’m going to use your leg and the chair’s back to reach further,” Spencer instructs, looking at the other guy expectantly.
Jon stares at him blankly.
“You’re going to break your neck, you know that? And my knee, too,” he retorts simply, but Spencer waves him off.
With a roll of his eyes, Jon does as instructed; Spencer successfully climbs higher -not without difficulty-, substitutes the burnt light bulb with the new one and moves carefully to return on the chair on his feet, but he trips while climbing off the chair’s back and falls on Jon, who does his best to reduce the impact.
The old light bulb crashes on the floor, scattering in tiny pieces.
“Oww…” Jon moans in pain after he impacted against the floor with the whole weight of Spencer’s body on his own.
“Shit,” Spencer curses, propping on his elbows and shaking his head with his eyes closed, somewhat trying to recover from the effects of the fall.
They stay like that, staring at each other, for what looked like hours.
“If you don’t move in five seconds, I’m gonna kiss you,” Jon declares, talking to Spencer’s lips.
“Then do it,” the other guy dares, unable to take his eyes off Jon’s face.
After a long awkward moment, Jon lifts his head enough to reach Spencer’s, soft mouth against soft mouth; lying on the cold gray tiles, Spencer still on top of Jon, the two roommates make out lazily.
“Fuck, sorry, did I hurt you?” Spencer finally asks once they break apart, concerned.
“Nah, not so much,” Jon replies dismissively, trying to hide a wince while sitting up.
They sit Indian style in silence, looking everywhere but each other
“I- I think I’ll go ask for a broom,” Spencer announces, half wanting to get rid of the broken glass and half wanting to break that awkward silence. He’s already reached for the bathroom doorframe when Jon grabs his wrist: the look of those deep brown eyes makes Spencer shiver, but he forces himself to look away and return bothering Gabe -anything is better than this awkward sexual tension.
“Do…Do you want me go asking for ice or something, for your head or your back?” Spencer asks shyly.
“No, I’m fine,” Jon reassures standing up without too many problems
Spencer looks at him dusting his jeans off before finally getting outside their room, finding Saporta flirting with a tall skinny boy outside Ryan’s room.
“Hey Gabe,” Spencer calls approaching the couple.
“What, Smith, what” the resident advisor says with a deadly glare for being interrupted.
“I need a broom.”
“To fly away?”
“I’m not a witch, I just need it to get rid of a broken bulb lamp,” Spencer retorts with a roll of his eyes.
“I hope it’s the old one that broke,” Gabe declares, widening his eyes warningly.
“Yeees, don’t worry.”
“Hey Spin,” Ryan’s voice greets while Spencer is waiting for Gabe to return with a broom.
“Hey.”
“This is William, my roommate,” Ryan points to the tall boy that was flirting with Saporta.
“Hi, nice to meet you,” the guy shakes hands with a nice smile.
“What took you so long, by the way? Didn’t I give you the bulb half an hour ago?” Gabe asks handing Spencer the broom, breaking the pleasantries to return as soon as possible to his flirting technique.
“Do you know how many college students does it take to change a bulb lamp?” Smith asks back slyly, already half way to his room.
With this phrase that wanted to be a fusion between a joke and a sage statement, Spencer leaves three dumbfounded guys to return to Jon, finding him rummaging with a portable fridge.
“Beer?” the scruffy guy offers.
“Hell yeah,” Spencer accepts thankful.
“Wanna start over?” Jon asks after he’s gulped half the bottle down.
“Okay. Hi, I’m Spencer Smith and I’m from Vegas.”
“Hey, I’m Jon Walker and I’m from Chi-town.”
The boys shake hands, snorting in amusement.
“Well, I can’t wait to know you better, Spencer Smith,” Jon states finishing his beer and heading to his bedroom.
“Me too, Jon Walker, me too,” Spencer agrees, entering the bathroom to clean the broken glasses up.