((Ack I have to leave for work... but here's probably what Holden's going to turn his music to because it's the piece he's working on. Chaconne..... I'ma start typing and see how far I get till I absolutely have to leave.... xD that makes things easier too because I was gunna have to find a song for him to put on his radio xD))

Holden found it surprising that this kid was so interested in his music. "Sure, I guess...." he sighed. "But you have to hold this for me." he continued as he shoved his box of food in Zander's lap. "And the song is depressing.. so don't blame me if you get sad." He finished as he changed the CD to one of his favorite violinists.

"I guess if you're curious, I'm trying to learn this song, but it's proving more difficult than I thought." He added as he started driving back to campus. He tried to hide it, but if someone were to look, they could see Holden's left hand moving his fingers to the music notes ever so subtle. Deciding that he didn't care anymore about a block down the road, he took his left hand off the wheel and pretended his thumb was the fingerboard and motioned through the notes as he drove.

((I guess I made it through this post, but my next one will be on my phone. ))

((I will be on later. I have to be off for a few hours. Bye.))

~ I'm going to ski'daddle for now.
Goin' to catch some "zzzs'"
'Nighty, night folks.
( =

Zander placed his fingers on the top of the box and tapped them on top the box out of nervousness. He had heard classical music before and read about several of the musicians, but he wasn't super knowledgeable of the music and all.

The music started playing and Zander looked at the box of food on his lap, watching Holden from his peripheral. He watched him move his hand to the music, although it made him nervous that Holden was only using one hand to drive, he didn't want him to stop.

"I'm sure once you get it down, you will play it beautifully," he spoke very softly as he lifted his head and gave him a warm smile. The music was giving him chills and he felt honored that Holden had allowed him to hear it, he'd noticed how quickly he changed it at first. Holden was proving to be an interesting person.

Holden came to a red light and put both hands on the wheel. Out of the corner of his eye he saw Zander smile. The fact that he was so interested in holden's music was confusing to him, because most people seemed to think of classical music as boring these days. 'should I even elaborate?' he wondered to himself as the light turned green and he continued down the road. He decided he might as well gain as much of Zander's interest and trust as he could before he threw him into a party that everyone and their grandmother's dog was going to. What if the poor kid got scared and tried to sneak over to the library to hide behind more books?
"oh, I've got this song down." he finally said. "I can play every note, but compared to this it sounds like the most souless person in the world is playing it. Sure, it sounds pretty when I play it, but Bach wrote this after his wife died. It wasn't supposed to sound pretty. It needs anger, sadness, and a whole range of emotions and... I don't know it just doesn't sound right when I do it." Holden rambled. He realized he said a little more than he meant to and it made him feel funny. He never shared things like this with people. A very light rose tinted his cheeks as he pulled into the campus parking lot and parked. 'well there goes my cool factor..' he thought.

Aisha shook Vahn's hand gently, putting up a cute yet fake smile as noticed he did indeed looked at her hands. "Ah, ehm... I love taking care of my body, and I just had a manicure and pedicure before flying in. Explains the french manicure for an even healthier look." As she quickly put her hands on both suitcases, she giggled a bit. "Second time asking me if I'm in need of help means I can't refuse?" She smiled cutely, holding out the handles of both suitcases to the boy. She fluttered her eyes as she twirled around in the room. "So, Which dorm will be my new home?" This is going to be awkward. I can't let him see my lingerie and my teddybear. He'll find out in no time...


Jordan smiled as he felt Matthew's hand against his butt. For some odd reason he liked being touched inappropiately and unintentionally by guys he knew. Yet he had done that more so it would be easier to reach for Matt, knowing Jordan would be the one carrying out all the partybooze and supplies. After loading the stuff into the car, Jordan took his keys from his friends. Seating himself, he ingnited his engine and looked at Matthew. "Matty hun, next time you buy more than I allow you I'll let YOU pay and carry everything. Mmk?" He winked at his friend, soon after racing back to school, buckling up only halfway. While riding, he kept wondering weither he'd have to confront Vahn with what he saw or not.

After shaking hands Vahn nodded, seeming to accept his reasoning for his well made hands. Still a bit strange though I'd say...He forgets about it though and leans over to grab a bag. "Well... I sort of took a room already, so the next one is yours. We both have to share a bathroom though, I hope that's alright." He said as he walked him to his new dorm room.

Aisha stopped twirling, her eyes slightly widened. Sh-Share a bathroom?! Are these people insane! "Eh, aside of a bathroom, what else do we share? And please tell me we have a tub cause I hate standing when one can lay down." Aisha soon glanced down at her shoes. I have to share a bathroom with this puppy over here.Well he doesn't look gay, yet what if he wants to share a bath with me? He'll find out... He'll find out! Aisha caught herself on panicking, something she promised not to do often. Once realizing it didn't necessarily have to be bad, she calmed down about it. I can always wear my bathrobe. "How long have you been going to this school now? And do you know a lot of people?"

"Well we also share the living room and that small kitchen there." He said pointing to it. "I'm actually not sure if the bathroom has a tub.. I haven't checked it yet, I've been... busy with all kinds of strange things today." As he set the bag down in his roommate's room, he continued to answer his questions. "This is my second semester here actually. But despite that I only really got to know anyone just today... rather suddenly really." Vahn said with a nervous little laugh. That's one way to put it I suppose... "Those same people invited me to a party as well. I've never partied but, I thought why not? It's a good way to get to know your fellow classmates. Would you like to come as well?" He asked.

Aisha looked at the cute kitchen they would have, yet one she knew she wouldn't ever use since she didn't know how to cook. Once in her room she glanced back at the living room, which was a rather small yet cute area. "Ah, well I hope it will have a tub. How come you met people just now and just that sudden?" Aisha set her suitcase at the end of the bag, not feeling like unpacking. "Party, you say... Hmm..." Aisha put a finger on her lips as he rested her chin on the rest of her fingers, thinking to herself shortly. "Okay, I'll go. I'd love to meet my classmates, yet I do hope they're reasonable and not go around humping and bumping each other like in my last school." And though that was a girl school, it was a HELL!

Vahn laughs a bit though it's an uneasy one. "It should be alright..." Even though there's liquor involved! He thought with dread. Then turns to her when she brings up his earlier comment about his friend making prowess. "That's... a long and strange story. To put it simply everyone approached me... in their own, special way. Except for that one guy I just bumped into. But that was just an awkward experience..." He looks to him, noticing he's rambling. "I'm..sorry about that. I have a bad habit of rambling. I don't really.. speak to people that often.." He said quietly, pulling in the last bag. "Is that everything?" He asked.

Zander saw Holden look at him and turned bright red, it seemed like a such a vulnerable moment. All of his attention was set on Holden at the moment; his beautiful movements, soft expression and just the feeling he was putting into it. It was something he really liked about Holden, his passion. It was evident and it made him feel closer to Holden. The soft sound of classical music had always intrigued him. It fit so well with his soft moods.


"Umm, do you think maybe I could hear you try one day," he didn't look at Holden when he asked that. That small pink color on his face made him chuckle a little. It was nice to see him sort of soft and vulnerable, he had a sneaking suspicion that he'd be all cool Holden again at the party. He didn't mind though. Holden was a nice guy no matter how he was acting. He turned to Holden and gave him a soft smile.

(Sorry this took so long)

((No problem. I literally just got online so <3 ))
From the way that his roommate looked after just talking to him, he could already tell that tomato was his color tonight. He held back a chuckle and smiled instead.
Holden parked the car and turned it off while taking off his seat belt and reached across Zander's lap with a smug look on his face as he grabbed his take out. "Maybe?" he teased with a raised eyebrow and a devious little grin. He sat back on his side with his food in his lap and flipped down the sun visor and checked himself in the mirror to make sure he looked okay. 'good as always!' He got out of his car, taking his keys and half-eaten sandwich with him and shut the door. "We're going to be late for the party!!!!" he exclaimed halfway across the parking lot before he decided to stop and wait for Zander.

Zander watched Holden check himself and wondered for a second how he looked. Instead of actually checking he just assumed the best, besides if he actually looked at himself he'd feel like he wasn't good enough or something.

Just being close to Holden made him a little nervous, he wasn't really sure why, but never knew what was in store for him. "Oh yeah, the party," he half murmered as he stepped out of the car. Slowly, he jogged to catch up with Holden.

"Umm," he said nervously scratching the back of his neck, "is everyone as friendly as you?" He couldn't help but me a little worried about the rest of the students.

((I think Holden's gunna go give Maverick a hard time for a bit. xD ))
"I don't know." He answered as he grabbed Zander's arm and started tugging him faster towards the green dorms. "Don't know these kids much." he said while he impulsively decided to throw his take-out away in the garbage can at the parking lot. "You scratched your neck again." Holden pointed out, and god knows how he knew because his eyes were right on the green dorms the whole time.
"You know what? I'm gunna call you Z." he decided on the spot, still walking with long quick strides towards the door. Before he knew it, he was at the front door of G1 and decided to happily pound on it. "Where's the music? I don't hear music." He said, holding on to Zander's arm.

Matthew chuckled a bit. "Hey, I brought my own money here, too! You just decided to pay! And I didn't stop you from doing so..." He laughed, his thoughts now drifting over to Maverick. I wonder if he's okay. We've been out more time than I thought we would. Maybe he's worried? Matthew shrugged at the thought. Yeah, as if. He seemed so eager to get out of the dorm and away from me... He sighed and focused on the road. Hey, atleast I'll have fireworks tonight! He tried to cheer up himself, and succeeded doing so.

Zander bit his bottom lip as Zander pulled him towards the green dorms. He watched the box being thrown into the trash and he felt bad; he'd always made it a point to not waste food.

"Ohh, well," he turned bright pink and, "that's cool, I like nicknames." He decided to ignore the fact that Holden saw him scratch his neck again. As Holden knocked on the door his face got pinker and pinker.

"Maybe I won't have to dance," he grinned and looked at the ground; he knew better then that.


((Sorry it is so short.))

((No it's my fault, I'm not really giving you much to go off of. >.>; ))

Maverick had just finished bandaging up his toe and assessed the damage to his ear when he heard pounding on the door. "Maybe Matt and Jordan need help with their stuff... " he assumed as he walked out of his room, socksless and into the living room to open the door. To his surprise, there were two people he'd never seen before.. A blonde and a nerdy looking guy who was blushing.
"Oh, you're dancing." he said to Z as-a-matter-of-factly. Holden tapped his foot anxiously waiting for them to answer. He was about to just bust right in when the homophobic kid from the cafe opened the door. Still linked with Zander, he quite obviously looked the guy up and down. "Well what a great way to start my evening, a cute guy answering the party door!" he greeted as he invited himself and Zander in the room.
Maverick's eyes widened the second anything was said about his appearance. 'What the hell is up with this school? Is there nothing but gay guys here?' he wondered. "Uhh... the p-"
"What the hell kind of party is this?" Holden complained. "Where's the music? Where's the people? Why are you barefoot?" He shot at Maverick while walking around the living room of the dorm as if he'd never seen the inside of the Green Dorms before.
"I-- uh. I.." Maverick looked down at his feet and huffed. 'Why is there always the annoying guy that comes to the party early?' "I stubbed my toe..." he answered, nervous that all the attention was now on his foot.
Holden looked at Zander with a devilish grin and winked. "So what was your name again?" he asked Maverick. "And why isn't there any music?!"
Maverick sighed and shook his head. "I'll be back." he said as he disappeared into his room.

Zander looked up, blushed and looked down immediately. It was obvious they'd shown up early because no one was there. He didn't know whether to apologize or walk in or what. It was such a weird thing for him to be at someone's house he didn't know. Instead of talking right away he just let the two of them go on. It wasn't his place to tell them anything, but he felt like maybe Holden was being a little rude. He'd also remember that Holden still had his hand linked around his and well, although he didn't hide his sexuality; he didn't like to flaunt it.

"Why'd you come here if you weren't sure it was started," he spoke softly as this new boy walked into his room. His eyes darted across this room and he couldn't help but realize how big it was. It was like three times bigger the his current room and not to mention the size difference between his old room. It was filled with nice things and he could tell how fancy the people who live in these types of dorms are.

"This is embarrassing," he groaned to Holden, trying to keep his voice low and his eyes to the ground. This was a lot for him to handle.

"Don't worry about it!" Holden murmured back after Z questioned his reasons for things. Holden paced the room for a couple of minutes, dragging Zander along too, even though he was walking back and forth between a five-foot distance. He was trying to ignore the fact that Zander's face was so red, because if he paid any attention to it, he knew he'd crack up and he knew Zander was going to have a tough enough time as it was.
Maverick was putting socks and some shoes on so no more questions would be asked about the embarrassing incident with his toe and ear. 'God, I hope my roommates get back soon....'
Holden wasn't surprised to hear Zander groaning already. He wanted to bark at him for trying to leave before everything started, but figured something else would be more amusing. "You know what's more embarrassing?" he asked, sliding his hand down to hold Zander's hand. He didn't even give the poor guy a chance to answer before he kissed Zander right on the cheek for one good long second and let go of his hand to walk towards Maverick's room. "Hey. You never told me your name!" he ranted.
Mav nearly groaned as he watched the cute blonde boy invade his room.
"Where's your iPod? Where's the music? Are those True Religions?" he asked.
"My name is Maverick." he replied, trying to ignore the flood of questions.

"Are you kidding me," he said softly, "don't worry about it?"

Zander kept his eyes on the ground as he was pulled from side to side. He looked around admiring some of the nice things, but mainly he just wanted to get out of there as soon as possible. He'd been okay with the idea of a party (well not really, but he got used to it), but showing up early to someone's house was completely different.

Before Zander could even asked what he was talking about, he felt Holden's hand slide down his arm and wrap around his fingers. This wasn't to much of a big deal, but it still made his heart beat and his face reach it's final limits of redness. Then he felt Holden's lips on his cheek and he felt his stomach churn and his knees weaken a little bit. What if that new guy had walked out and seen that?

"W-w-what..." his voice was soft and it trailed off as he watched Holden move over to Maverick's room. This was insane, but instead of leaving he just stood there, his eyes on the ground and his face painfully red. He was truly out of his element.

((Holden is SOOOO cocky! > 3 >))

((I know right? I love it! Makes thinks entertaining! And Zander is just..... xD "final limits of redness..." that's priceless! After this post though, I'm going to bed. I'll talk to you all in the morning!))

Maverick finished with his shoes and went to get up only to have this unknown blond in his face.
"iPod?" he asked.
"Are you going to tell me what your name is first?" Maverick asked, perturbed.
"Holden. iPod?" he asked again.
Maverick Groaned and walked over to his laptop case which held his iPod. 'I think I'm going to shoot myself.' He handed the thing to Holden and tried to shoo him out of the room, but instead, Holden grabbed the guy's arm and pulled him out of the room.
"This is Z." Holden said, pointing to Zander. He dragged Maverick over to the red-faced kid, wondering if he was still petrified from the kiss he'd given him. Then he let go of Maverick and went to go cling to Z some more. 'your shyness is cute, Z' he thought as he smiled at the two guys, acting as if he didn't know how much of an annoyance he was being.

((I'm off to bed as well. I will post tomorrow sorry. </3))

Benjamin Lere pulled into the school parking lot. He had arrived back from summer late, but hey. Breakups with the latest summer girlfriend weren't fun. This school is awesome, but damn, you can't keep a steady relationship with a girl. As he maneuvered his precious BMW into a parking space, he began humming a bit to himself. This year will be interesting. My next to last year. Wonder what the class schedule is like. After getting his room key, he dragged his massive suitcase up to the Purple dorms. Hm. He had less dorm-mates than last year. He shrugged. He could see one of them dozing on his bed as he walked across the main area, heading towards the first empty room he could see. He spent several minutes chucking the majority of his clothing into their designated drawers and putting away his things. Aside from some basic clothes, he didn't have much. He arranged some personal items here and there to give it a more homelike appearance; a picture here, a decoration there. As soon as he was done, he walked over into the next room and stuck his head in, knocking on the doorframe, but left again when he heard the shower running. He walked to the next one, repeating his knock on the sleepy boy's doorframe until he was sure that the other boy was aware he was there.
"Hey. I'm staying in P2. Anything I should know? Dorm-rule preferences or whatnot?"

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Amelia sighed rather faintly as she stepped out from the shower. She slowly traces the room before poking her head into Percivals room. She rolls her eyes as she heared a loud snore erupt from his area. "Thank Goodness he's outers." she whispers outloud to herself before heading back to her own secluded area.

She had heared footsteps enter just recently wondering who it was. She decided to shrug it off, but she couldn't help but wonder who it was. Thoughts of who could it have been came to her mind. She started asking herself questions like: What if he noticed my lingerie on the bed? What's his name? Is it an actual male? Please don't say it's some perv'? Amelia quickly blinked, shaking her thoughts off and heading into her own room.

I wonder if Aisha has already made it?.. She questioned herself as she made her way across to her bed.

She hunches foward slightly, brushing the palm of her hands across the bed to make a clearing for her to be seated. She found herself sitting in wetness from taking the towel from her hair and allowing her dark locks to swish down all over the place. "Meh,.. I'll give her a text."

Looking towards her left, Amelia lowers her head, her bangs and short layers now framing her delicate features once again as she searches through the pile of stuff for her mobile/cell phone.

She grasps her black & white Sony Ericsson W995 in the palm of her right hand, wrapping her tiny fingers around it for more of a hold as she stares down at the screen. Using her left hand to gently squeeze tiny droplets out from her hair.

She holds down the shift key with her thumb. It was hard being a girl sometimes. You wouldn't know what to expect since Amelia had lovely long manicured nails that could easily snap if she wasn't careful with handling things. She was so "up with it" about her looks. She always had to be cleansed properly and have a nicely clean surrounding.

Amelia huffs to herself as she flicks through her contacts before taking her phone off silent and stating in the text: "Hey. Have you arrivied at the acadamy yet '? Zwei xx" She clicked the "sent" button, hoping that Aisha would have recived her message.

Amelia knew Aisha from back when she left for Germany. She lived out in Germany for almost a year due to her father recieving a raise in his payment area at work. Aisha was one of the first people that Amelia met there. She didn't know exactly if Aisha was from Germany or not, but it was odd that she happened to meet her there. They soon became really close friends and kept in touch since. They had also both plotted to try and get into Cambridge after seeing the school broadcast all over the internet. They both were BOY-crazy and just loved being surrounded by them. So once noticing that it was an all boys' school, they hatched a plan to go under disguises by getting into the school as "boys". And now look where they are!

Annnd, sent! Amelia grinned to herself before throwing her phone back into the pile with her freshly cleaned stuff. "Now to sort this place out." She sighed, standing up from her bed and proceeding to strip, change, sort out her bedroom and decide on what to where for the party.