Yay! Our second story! Alright, this one takes place at a university (How about Tokyo University?). Basically, we're students there (maybe foreign exchange students) and the GLAY guys are students there. Oh, and we'll pari off and be each other's roommates and and I figure the four guys can pair off as roommates as well. We could tie GLAY's
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*CRASH... THUD*
Masaki looked up after hearing the loud sound to notice a hole in the ceiling, little bits of the material falling like snow. //Oh boy, the janitors aren't gonna like this... that's what? The third time in the past year?// she thought. After a second, she turned around to see someone lying on the ground, groaning loudly. By this time, the other girls were looking too. They all had a quizzical expression on their faces until the person looked up, revealing the shocking fact that this person was a man dressed in a Tokyo University leather varsity jacket, torn jeans, and lots of little accessories. He could be recognized as a fratboy from the Delta Phi Omega fraternity. (I dunno, I just made that up... ^^)
The muscles in her face twitched a bit, but then she and the other girls in the locker room let out the loudest shriek and started throwing shoes at them.
"PERVERT!!!" they all chorused. The man got up and ran as fast as he could, whooping and hollering like a drunk frat boy as he ran towards the door, shoes flying at him the whole way.
When the man was out of the room, Masaki grumbled, "That's the last thing I need right now..." She then gathered her things and got ready to leave the locker room and head back to her dorm.
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When Teru was a safe distance away from the door, he fell to the floor against the wall.
"That... was... AWESOME!" Teru exclaimed, a dumb grin on his face and blood leaking out the nose, to no one in particular, earning himself some weird looks from the other people in the hallway.
"Fall through the ceiling in the girls' locker room again, Teru?"
Teru looked up to see Takuro approaching him, carrying a whole bunch of music books and other random things. He whooped and gave the taller man a high-five, shouting, "WOO! Duuuuude Takky, that was the most fun I've had since that time I was on a round bed and I was really drunk, and like, I was looking for a corner of the bed to puke over but I couldn't because the bed was round and--"
"GOSH Teru! I DON'T need to hear about that... baka fratboys and your drunken antics," Takuro grumbled, rolling his eyes. He dragged Teru up off the ground and started walking in the way of their dorm, muttering "Oy vey..." as they walked down the hall.
"Or that time I was at football practice and I--"
Takuro growled and barked, "Please, I don't want to hear any of your fratboy tales right now. Why couldn't you just stick with playing trombone in band?" (Teru chose to play trombone in high school just so he could say he had a "big boner" - otherwise he would have chosen to be on the drumline. That and he actually liked band then.)
"'Cuz band isn't cool anymore." This statement immediately provoked Takuro to whap Teru on the head with one of the bigger music books. Teru bent his head in defeat as he followed Takuro.
Because Teru was part of one of the rowdiest fraternities on the entire campus and thus learned fratboy behavior as if he went through osmosis, Takuro's dorm life was a living hell - Takuro never had a quiet moment, and he always had to put up with the torture of Teru holding drunken DDR tournaments and games of musical chairs or whatever the "boys" liked to do when drunk. It sure did make it hard to practice his music.
Teru nudged Takuro's shoulder and said, "I'm gonna go get a drink. I'll meet you back at the room. Ja." Takuro just waved in response, leaving Teru to do his thing.
Teru walked a little bit to the nearby commons, but he stopped when he saw a familiar girl sitting on one of the benches against the wall. He was then startled as he saw that this was the girl who led the attack on him back at the locker room.
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