[PART NINE] & Some News

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Okay, I'm a little new at this so sorry if I mess this up first go. Because it's been 5 months since the last round even though we haven't been busy. I figured I might as well earn my keep and try to get this place alive again...

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When Gabe Saporta and Eduardo Saverin first met (6/?)

[anonymous]

They met up at the Kirkland dining hall at 10:30 and Eduardo came wearing a scarf. As nice and masculine as the scarf was and as perfect as it looked on Eduardo while he ate his Honey Bunches of Oats, Mark wanted to compliment him, then apologize and strangle him. He wasn't fooled and neither were the other two.

"Nice scarf," Dustin said quietly, hungover and chewing on a piece of toast messily, "but your hickey's still showing."

Eduardo blushed and readjusted the scarf, pulling it more over one side to finally conceal the purple bruise. Mark's fingers twitched around his bottle of orange juice and he told himself it was from lack of typing, not anger. Definitely not anger.

Eduardo slurped when some milk dripped over his bottom lip and Chris asked, "How was your night, then? I mean, we can guess, but."

Eduardo shook his head quickly, licking his lips until all the milk was gone, and Mark hated that he, Eduardo, wasn't even aware of what he was doing. How could he not know what he was doing?

Eduardo pushed his cereal around the plastic bowl. "It was actually pretty fun."

Of course, Mark thought, because you were riding the singer of some band until eight in the morning like a coked-out groupie.

"We really just talked all night."

Dustin snorted, crumbs flying everywhere from his plate. Chris frowned at him and Mark smirked.

Eduardo sighed loudly. "Yeah, we clearly kissed, but we did mostly talk. We took a walk around campus, I showed him a few things-"

"I'm sure you did," Mark mumbled and Eduardo slammed his spoon on the table, causing the sleep-deprived man to jump higher than he probably should have.

Eduardo glared at Mark, who helplessly looked back blankly. Eduardo figured that, last night, Mark was pissy for being dragged out of his room and he could understand that. He was Mark's best friend, he knew that Mark liked being confined in there. He was okay with that. What he wasn't okay with was Mark's behavior towards Gabe, who was basically a stranger and did nothing to deserve such treatment.

Now, even the next day, Mark was still being a little bitch and Eduardo could still be understanding, he could, but he didn't want to be.

Eduardo stood up, his chair scraping across the floor in a volume that only seemed loud due to the quietness of the dining room and making Dustin cringe a little.

Eyes still on Mark, Eduardo said, "He's in town for one more night and he wants to take us out for dinner, get to know you all," he said the last two words sharply, "and sort of have a somewhat college experience."

Chris nodded. "Of course we'll come along. Let him know we're excited to see him again."

Dustin groaned, rubbing his forehead, "Yeah."

Mark bit his bottom lip and Eduardo said, "You can come, too, Mark, on the condition you get that stick out of your ass and bring your maturity back up from age twelve."

With that Eduardo turned and walked away.

"You know," Chris said as he piled Eduardo's leftover trash onto his now-empty plate, "you can at least pretend to be happy for Eduardo this one time, the way he genuinely is happy for you about ten times a day."

Chris was exaggerating. Eduardo didn't see Mark ten times a day so there was no way that he could be happy for him that many times. Was there?