Here be a roleplay between me and Wavi.
Here will be awesome that is us and only us my thanks.

Samuel had just arrived in a new town for college. He was transferring over from a large city college over to this smaller college. It was known for it's business program and he looked forward to being challenged without the classes of 200 students. Originally he was the mid-west country area, where country music was cool and rap music was considered noise. Samuel really hadn't changed that much other than having grown a tolerance for rap music. He still had his manners, though his temper was shorter than he remembered it, and he still had a ever so slight southern drawl to his words. It really came out when he was drunk but most the time it was just certain words.

Moving to this smaller town had been a rather easy decision. One that he was not going to lose sleep over. He didn't want to go back home, he wanted adventures right now and home didn't have any. Of course there was no telling if this town did but it was still new to him so for now it would hold down his wild spirit. At the moment he was struggling to find an apartment. He had gotten accepted to transfer and classes started on Monday but he had yet to find a place to stay permanently. He was currently chilling out in a local Inn ran by a kind older woman. She had given him a discount hearing his issue he had run into but other than that she really couldn't help him much more.

So now Samuel was walking down main street looking for any sign of an apartment for rent. After this he was going to move up the streets and explore for more distant places to live from the college. Breathing in he tried to calm his rising panic as the reality of his home situation was creeping up on him. Being a business major you would think that would mean nerves of steal but those didn't come till after you had a job in the business world for a couple of years. Right now the 5'10'' man was in a near panic attack. He was far from rich, he had an online business and was also looking for another job around the town. He would have moved down here sooner had he not been tied to another apartment back at his old place till the lease ran out.

A help wanted sign caught his attention outside a bakery. Pausing he considered it and in desperation entered the small business. It was a nice temperature inside, the warmth that lingered from the summer fading into fall making the cool air in the bakery feel nice. He wondered why it was cool when there were ovens firing till he saw a small ac unit in the corner window. Smart business thinking that was, keep the customers comfortable despite the ovens heating the whole building. Walking to the counter he passed a large painting that must have been done of the town in the early 1800's. The glass was reflective though and he could easily see his reflection. Brown hair that was just long enough for girls to think they could play with it but not enough to actually do anything with. A simple T-shirt, though the college logo was unreadable in the reflection.

Inwardly Samuel sighed, this was not the best first impression one would want when asking for an application.
“Can I help you?” came a voice that startled him out of his thoughts. A short portly man standing behind the counter wiping his hands on his apron.
“Yes, I'm sorry. I saw the help wanted sign and was wondering if I might pick up an application” he asked him offering his hand to the man before him.
“I'm Smauel Noble, I'm a college student at the local State University” he introduced hoping to make a decent impression despite his dress. The man grunted at him though and took his hand firmly squeezing it testing him.
“Tod, I'll get you and application” he told him as he shuffled about in the back looking through stacks of papers.

It took a good ten minutes before he got the application but finally he was able to get one and he thanked him. Walking back out he looked up to the sky, it was threatening rain. Judging by the clouds rolling in it was going to be one hell of a storm.
“How wonderful” he muttered darkly to himself as he continued down main street trying to find and apartment. Maybe if he was lucky he would find something before the storm hit, if not he was about to get very wet.

Silvery blue eyes were peeled back as they approached the brown creature in the foreground. Its grazing was growing annoying for the ceaseless chopping on the fresh green grass was really beginning to take its toll of the creature. Rear end wriggling as it hunkered closer to the ground, paws patted down the earth below the claws, ensuring that the jump would be a success. Ears pinned backwards and eyes alert, the quick flick of the tail's tip was the only thing to make the grass blades move.

Within an instant, the white wolf was lunging forward into the air, mounting the deer's rump with claws and fangs. Fur flying and the sound of a struggle filled the still air of the meadow. Hind legs crashing into the skull of the large wolf, his grip slipped, causing him to tumble back into the thicket he emerged from. Hind legs ripping into the ground and forearms powering their way back toward the injured female, the wolf went straight for the jugular this go around.

Fangs seizing hold of the throat, blood soon poured over the earth, tainting its once lively green color red. The tacky liquid splashed about as the two continued to struggle. Eventually, fatigue set in as did the realization that there was no escape. The large black orbs of the deer faded as did its rapidly beating heartbeat. A few more minutes passed before the deer eventually lost its willpower, falling limber and limp. Laying in a pool of its own blood and fur, the deer looked so helpless compared for the overgrown wolf. From paw to the nape of its neck, the wolf stood a solid four foot zero inches tall, making him larger than his average Canis lupus brethren. Actually, making him twice their size, but this was to be expected for this was no ordinary wolf.

Black markings ran down from below his silvery-blue eyes, hinting that he might not be as wolf-like as those believed. Yes, wolf coursed through his veins, but it was a special breed of wolf - werewolf to be exact. But unlike those found in stories and tales, this species of werewolf varied. Looking more wolf than 'were,' this breed of werewolf was a larger version of his wolf kin, but was also gifted with the ability to morph into a human. Hair and eye color transferred over when he morphed into a wolf, making it easy to distinguish amongst the pack. His silvery-white and gray fur matched the color of his locks of gray and white hair. His blueish-silver eyes were the same eyes he wore when he was human.

Head cocking up toward the sky, the wolf let loose a howl that would send a chill down anyone's spine. Though a loner, he was not one to be pushed around. He chose this fate because he was not a 'pure breed.'

Tongue pressed against the bloody corpse, the wolf lapped up the sweet tasting liquid. Fangs diving into the fresh, the crunching, bone-braking snap of powerful jaws ripped open the carcass. In no time, the deer was gutted and devoured - a truly wonderful treat for the wolf.

Licking his lips a thousand times, the wolf moved his way back toward town. While trotting along, he felt his body undergo its shifting. Once a four-legged dog, the body of a two-legged naked male was bent over the tip of the hill. Those same blue eyes stared down at the village blow, nose picking up the scent of those hustling and busting to make it home before the rain.

Perched beside the tree was a pair of black pants, a leather belt, boxer-briefs, boots, and a black t-shirt. Slipping the clothing on, he was dressed and running down the hill. Faster and faster he ran until he was in the streets of the village. Nose going wild from the strange scent of a newcomer, the slender male with grizzled hair sauntered along the sidewalk. Not wanting to draw too much attention to himself, he kept his nose level with the sidewalk, making certain he didn't look like he was 'sniffing the wind.'

Within a matter of moments, he blue eyes were looking at a man he had never seen before. A look of anguish flooded this male's face, which caused the lad to smirk.

"You lost, puppy?" His right index finger rammed into his chest, jabbing him a few times.

Samuel walked up main street and was making his way back down the other side when he nearly ran into another gentleman. Blinking he looked up at the other. White hair? How odd, since the face didn't seem to be old enough to have white hair, and those eyes. Samuel felt a pang of jealousy, the man before him was exotically handsome, something the women and men go nuts over. Before he could even apologize though he felt a finger poking his chest, wonderful a man who knew just how intimidating he was and planned to take advantage of that.
“Puppy?” he asked pushing the finger from his chest. He looked the man right in the eyes refusing to be intimidated by him. It wasn't like they were of some culture where looking someone in the eye would bring trouble this was modern society after all.

“I am not lost sir. I am simply looking for an apartment where I can live through out my time at the local college” he informed him simply. He made sure to say sir, that was only polite but beyond that he did not give his name nor offer any hand to shake. Who greeted someone by poking them in the chest? Surely that was rude no matter what town you were from. What made Samuel uneasy though was the feeling he got from this guy, he felt like this new guy was a predator and had just found some prey. Mentally he sighed, it was never god for him to meet men like the one in front of him. Samuel was bisexual, the more dominate a man the more Samuel was attracted to him.

In the game of business that was not a good thing and Samuel was learning to hide his emotions rather well. Of course he didn't think that some people could read very small signs of what emotion he was feeling. Werewolves would be able to see right through his rather weak mask, but Samuel didn't believe in such nonsense. Right now he was more offended by this mans rudeness than really any sharp attraction for him. Right now he was just making a mental note to avoid him.

Samuel was about to say his farewell when a rather sharp crack of thunder made him jump. The rain was going to start to down pour now and he was a decent distance from the inn.
“Well, at least I might have found a job at the bakery. Excuse me sir, I think I must make haste and get back to the Inn that I am staying at” he told him with a firm nod of the head as he moved to this mans side and began walking past him down the sidewalk.

Once the man was behind him he was already beginning to think of other things. When he got back he would need to see when the rest of his things arrived, he had furniture he would be needing to find a home for if he didn't find a place to stay soon. Also he needed to buy his college books, anything else the courses he was taking required, email his parents and try to find an apartment. The last one was rather important and driving him up a wall. As he walked he thought of the man he almost ran into, the one who thought it was normal to poke people. Puppy? Where had that come from? Most if trying to be insultingly sexual used the word Kitty not puppy. It was so odd, who was he?

Really Samuel wasn't sure why he was thinking of the guy, it was rather odd. But someone like that man tended to stay in your mind, those sharp eyes and the odd colored hair. The college student wondered how soft that hair was, of course that made his fingers itch to touch it. Shaking his head some he knew better than to form such a dangerous crush. He would talk to his exboyfriend, that tended to help him and Thomas always listened to him and often helped him. The only real reason they weren't dating still was the long distance, that and Thomas wanted some time by himself.

This chap was no fun. He didn't even bat a lash when he had been jabbed. A bit surprised, but certainly eager to play with him again, the monochrome-haired male smirked.

Zero Black was the name he often went by. It was his pack name and his family name. Although, having a name like Zero weirded people out some so his parents, bless their brilliance, decided to give him a legal first name of Maverick. Maverick Zero Black was the full name. It was a heck of name, but it was still a name nonetheless. Not being from the world originally, his adaptation to Earth was a long one - so long that he had spent twenty-three years getting used to it. Granted, Zero is twenty-three years old according to his Earth birth and records. But, in his wolf years on his home planet - he seems to have forgotten this planet's name - he was probably in his late thirties or early forties. So, in a sense, he had spent half his life on Earth and the other half on planet Namethathasbeenforgotten.

Head cocked to the side, Zero, at first, followed the guy on his way home. He was doing a pretty lousy job at keeping a low profile, too. Realizing that he looked semi-creepy for outright creeping the guy, Zero shank to the shadows where his stalking nature would veil him from Sam's radar.

Seeing the guy enter his current living quarters, the gray-haired male smirked. This would be fun. He said he was a student at the university. What are the odds that he might be in Zero's classes? Sly grin on his face, the wolf boy pulled his phone from his pocket, hitting in nine digits.

"Yo, I need you to hack the system." A wave of deception mixed with bliss splashed over his face. "Ah yes, perfect. I look forward to tomorrow's class. See you then? Ha ha. Nice. Later."

The phone went back into his pocket and the boy climbed further into the tree he was perched in. Hands gripped tightly around the branches, he watched as Sam moved around in his room. It was then when he sensed the male would look out the window - at him. Jumping down, the sidewalk cracked from the weight. Eyes looking up, he vanished into the shadows that were cast by the rolling thunder clouds.

"See you tomorrow, puppy." Nodding his head, Zero ran home where he was greeted by the boy he previously called and another male around the same age. The boy from the phone had deep brunette hair and piercing green eyes. A funky black tattoo marred his handsome face, running from either side of his jaw and up and over his nose. The other male, this one with brilliant green hair (the cousin to the brunette as well as Zero) had bizarre golden eyes and pierced ears. All three of the men wore dark clothes and had matching tattoos on their right hip of a cross-like sword.

Laughter erupted in the room as the men plotted and, before long, night set in, sending each to their respective rooms. Upon the morning's light, the three would head off to campus, together, to begin their final year of schooling.

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The morning had finally come, sending dancing rays of light into the bedrooms. The first to stir was the brunette by the name of Jacen (Jacen Allen Colte). His naked body moved across the room, slipping into the shower before either of the other boys could crack their eyes open. The refreshing water drenched his body, cleaning it from head to toe. Once he was ready to don himself with clothing, he stepped back into the hallway the connected the four bedrooms (the forth was unoccupied). The boys liked to call this the lounge for it was dotted with chairs and, of course, their instruments.

A towel slapped Jace right in the rear, which sent him reeling into his room. Smirk on face, he would get the green-haired foe back later. Jace, being of sophistication and class, dressed himself in black and gold, knowing that the colors complimented his looks. Flecks of red rippled in his brunette hair as he combed it back so that it was out of his face. Although, despite his best wishes, brushing didn't do much good for his hair always found its way into his eyes.

While Jace was covering up his nudity, Thane (Reginar Thane Kaiser) was bust stepped into the shower. Like his cousin, Jace, Thane was in and out in seconds, leaving the wolf boy all the time in the world to shower. Thane, being one for showing off, dressed in a white wife-beater and torn jeans. It was simple, but the ladies (and men) loved it.

When the three were finally finished showering and dressing (Zero was in his usual bad boy attire of black and black), they stepped into the kitchen where they ate together. Shoving eggs (prepared by Jace) and toast down their throats, the moved toward the door, backpacks in hand.

Walking to school was the most feasible, especially with how close the boys lived. Within about ten minutes, they were ascending the campus steps and going their own separate ways. Thane was going to school for computers, Jacen for law enforcement, and Zero for business and politics.

Smirk in tow, the pale-haired male stepped into the classroom just as the teacher began to call names. Eyes shot immediately to one face that he was just dying to see - Sam's. A wink toward the male was shot as he slinked across the room toward a swooning crowd of women. Plopping himself sloppily into the chair, his eyes flicked back toward Sam.

"Your move, puppy," he mouthed to the fellow across the room.

Samuel moved around his room, first removing his cloths once in the bathroom and taking a shower and then he got things ready for tomorrow. Looking at the hotel room he realized this was slowly becoming home. Shaking his head he was slightly horrified by that fact. A hotel room being home, he supposed though as a business man he was going to have to get used to that.

Shortly after he got his things ready for tomorrow he was online talking with Thomas. Thomas was a good listener and they discussed why the white haired man couldn't leave Sam's thoughts at the moment. In the end Samuel felt better about it all. The only thing left was the real world stress, maybe he would get something together tomorrow between classes. Sighing he sat up late into the night tapping away at his computer before falling asleep with it on his lap in bed.

His dreams were haunted by a man who was taller than he and called him puppy. The things that happened would have made his face read had Samuel been conscious for it. Really he just couldn't control himself.
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He didn't even twitch till his cell went off with his alarm. Groaning he got up and got dressed, he wore a nice pair of jeans and a button up navy blue shirt. Looking in the mirror he was quick to run a comb through it before flying out the door with his bookbag. He didn't even have a bicycle to get him there faster and he was running late. Swearing to himself he entered what he hoped to be his classroom and was puffing some from the run he had just made.

His backpack was far from light with some books and his laptop in there, plus the distance Samuel was easily winded. Sighing some he had the grace to look embarrassed
“This is the politics 301 right?” he asked the professor who arched a brow at him. All he got was a nod and he looked around the room searching for a chair. Moving into the room he didn't hear the fact that someone had entered just after him. He had yet to even find a seat as he turned to see the man from before. The color drained from his face when he saw him, and the man mouthed your move? And the puppy thing again? Growling some he found a chair in the back and it was not nearly as far from the other man as he would have liked.

Quietly he pulled out his laptop and began to take notes in Microsoft word. He was a fast typer, someone had teased him in the other college that he should go for being a secretary. He had merely scoffed at the idea but in his head he did think it wasn't a horrible back up plan. While the professor explained some of what they were going to be doing over the course of the semester he pulled up the internet and began to see if any apartments had opened up over night. Yeah like they would but he could cross his fingers right?

Through out all of this he was trying to pretend he didn't know the guy only four seats from him, why did he have to be in the same class as the guy he had dreamed of last night and not in the simple terms of dream. His exboyfriend had said it was because it was the first guy that didn't take shit that he had met in the small town. Samuel agreed and was hoping such an idiotic crush would die fairly quickly. While he drowned out the usual opening to a semester lecture he pulled his e-mail up and his IM's. He liked to be connected with the few friends he had and was soon IM'ing a friend while taking notes on this class. He was successfully blocking out the other male in this room.

The class couldn't have ended sooner. He was the first to get up one the professor announced the end. Samuel walked down the isle and out of the classroom. First stop was the library. Walking through the halls he stepped out of the one building to walk across the street to the library.
“Convenient” he muttered to himself as he welcomed the smell of musty books. Yes he was a nerd at heart but no one needed to know that. Surprisingly no one was in the library other than the librarian.

“All to myself even better” he grinned and made his way to the back of the library where he found a small corner and set his bag down and began to move through the books. He still had classes after all and he liked to familiarize himself with the library before the papers become overly bearing. Touching a few books as he walked he wondered if he might talk to the Dean and see about living on campus for a discount of some sort. The only reason he wasn't on campus now was because of how much it cost to do that.

Class was a breeze. As always, Zero had the professor calling on him, asking him questions whenever he thought the troublemaker wasn't paying attention. To the teacher's dismay, Zero always knew the answer and was often able to give a short yet detailed explanation, too. Despite not 'paying attention,' Zero did a hell of a job 'paying attention.'

When the class finally ended, Zero pulled out his phone to check his schedule. He had about two hours before his next class started. Not quite sure where he and the guys would meet up, he went to their usual gathering spot - the library. Why, most people didn't venture near that place for it was rumored to be haunted. It really wasn't, but the place had a magical feel to it that the three cousins all adored.

"Oh, hello boys," the librarian's voice broke the silence that filled the musky scented air. "Those new books you requested came in. I put them on your usual hangout spot. Do enjoy them." Her wrinkled face and bright pink lipstick always made the guys smile. She was wicked old, but super nice. The librarian was probably the only one at the entire school that enjoyed hearing those three talk about mystical things that were said to be nonhuman and fictional.

Jace was the first one to rush toward the back, but as he weaved past the row of books, he caught glimpse of a figure he'd never met before. Not wanting to lose to Thane, though, Jace pressed onward - winning the race. The green haired lad slowed to a halt when he approached the student before him.

"I don't reckon I've seen your before. Are you a transfer?" His brilliant eyes golden eyes had a sincere feel and look to them, which was odd for Thane was usually all gruff and rough. Waggling his finger at Jace, he coaxed the winner to his side.

The wild green eyes of Jace shimmered in the poorly lit lane the three boys were now in. As they flicked down the aisle, he drew a large grin on his face. "Sup, Rookie!" His arm slung around Sam's neck. "Whatcha doin' in our library?" It wasn't really theirs, but few people entered when they knew the troublesome trio would be in.

"Yo, Zer, come hither," Thane's deep velvety voice called through the shelves of books.

Within seconds, the white-haired boy from just moments ago was back in Sam's life. Those boring blue eyes stabbed at his soul, eerie as always. It probably felt as if Zero were looking right through him. Or worse - was looking to make a meal out of him.

Smirk creeping onto Zero's face, he rested his hands on his hips as he leaned away from the new guy some. "Looks like you can't escape me, puppy."

Samuel pulled a book from a shelf when suddenly he was no longer alone. There was one guy with golden eyes, though they were oddly soft, normally golden eyes held a hard edge to them. Then before he could answer the others question a second guy came around and threw an arm around him. Frowning he ducked under the others arm removing himself from the touching and held the book to his chest.
“I am a transfer, this is not YOUR library it is the colleges and unless you own the college I have the right to be here, same as you” he informed him as he turned to walk away. Only as he did he turned around to nearly walk into the damn whiteheaded kid again.
“I'm not a puppy” he told him in exasperation.

Shifting his weight now he looked for a way out and found none. Sighing he leaned against the book shelves in hope that one would move to let him past.
“I am not trying to escape, I m trying to get my life in order” he told him as he began to slide along the bookshelf towards Zero but he was hoping to edge around him.
“Now if you will excuse me, I really do have work I need to get done. Like I said before, I'm looking for an apartment that is affordable and have yet to find one. I can't keep living in a hotel the entire time now can I?” he asked him.

Almost there he thought thinking he was about to get free from these three. They were all overbearing and honestly he didn't know where they had learned manners. Though the one with golden eyes was by far the nicer of the three of them. Of course this was only based on his tone and the emotion his eyes held. It could easily be a trick and he be the most dangerous. Mentally Samuel sighed, looking down he remembered he had a book and hugged it tighter to him. He felt like a nerd in school who was about to get the bullies to start pounding on him. Well if that was the case Samuel could hold is own in a fair fight, though a three on one fight was far from being fair.

Looking now up to the others he turned on his heel and took a step to pass Zero. He just needed a few seconds for them to think and then he would be free. It wasn't like these they had some sort of unnatural speed or anything so he was fairly certain he had just escaped the blue eyed man again. Relief was already flooding him and he had yet to get out of their sights.

"Oh?" Thane's charming grin was now taking over his face again. "I'm not sure what you're looking for, but our place has an op-" his mouth drew shut as he watched Sam try to slink away from the group. "I wouldn't d-"

Zero's arm stretched out before Sam, linking with the bookshelf. Now occupying the one exit Sam was nearest, the wolf cracked another devious grin.

"Do that…" Thane finished off, noticing the crazed look flickering in Zero's eyes. "Okay, okay, let's cool down, Zer." Thane's muscle arm reached past Sam and acted as a shield against the creepy male with the fierce blue eyes. "He's new and you're being a dick. Cut him some slack, both of you," Thane's golden eyes were on Jace but only for a moment. "Okay?" Releasing his grip on the wolf, Thane stepped back, offering Sam a chance to leave before he was roped back in by either Zero or Jace.

Sadly, he didn't move fast enough.

"Boo. You're a fun ruiner." Pouty lips pushed outward as Jace crossed his arms over his chest. "Muscle man and well-mannered, should have pegged you for a softy." Poking the male's buff chest, the green-eyed beau broke out into a fit of giggles. "I can't believe you told me this wasn't my library. The boy's got guts... balls!" His body rested up against Thane's, showing a bit of resemblance. Sam had probably put two and two together, labeling them family of sorts.

Shoving the brunette from his chest, Thane put the lanky man in a chokehold while ruffling up the guy's hair. "Don't mind Jace. He's a bit of a drama queen. And Zero, well he's cold as ice, but it sounds like you know that." Releasing his grip on Jace, he watched as the male dropped to the ground, grasping for air. "Oh stop. I was hardly doing anything ya big wimp."

While the two - Thane and Jacen - were busy goofing off, Zero had slipped away and was already hunched over his book. A book about the legend of werewolves. Fascinated by the first paragraph, Zero didn't even faultier when he heard the little tussle between the boys. Heck, he didn't even care about Sam anymore. All he wanted was to learn about his kind.

It was actually Thane who first caught on that Zero had walked away in his usual silent manner. Shrugging his shoulders, Thane held out a hand. It was a nice peachy tan color, hinting at his Caucasian decent. There wasn't much hair on it either, which seemed to prove that his parents weren't hairy folk either. But that hand of his was board and wide, showing that Thane was a man of strength and hardiness. Why, even his voice seemed to smooth over his image, making him the perfect jock. However, Thane was no jock. Sweetheart through and through, he was very anti-confrontation.

"The name's Thane Kaiser. Computer Engineer in the making. This chum is Jace Colte; he's in the process of becoming a law enforcer - though I wagger he's too soft for such a job."

"What! What! What! Soft. Dude, I could outrun your bubble butt any day. Twice as strong, too! Just because you look buff ain't mean ya are!" Poking his head up from behind Thane, he laughed. "But yeah, nice to met ya, new guy!"

So perhaps Jace wasn't as bad as one would initially think. He was a little touchy-feely, but, for the most part, he was friendly. A bit quirky and very dramatic, but okay nonetheless. Zero would prove to be the only real problem.

Bringing up a topic that had seen been ignored, Thane figured he ought to bring the conversation back on track. "Rent's not bad either. It's about three-hundred and fifty a month. We get electricity, water, cable, and internet. Only down side is that the dumpster is a hike away, but it's on the way to class so it's not terrible. We're also close enough to walk but far enough away that a bus can pick up at the stop about three minutes from the house."

"And the room's furnished! Well, it comes with a bed and a dresser. But we all she a bathroom. It's obnoxious, but the three of us are cousins so we're not really bothered by it. I've seen their naked behinds enough times to draw it."

"Dude, you can't draw."

"Shuddup! He don't need to know I'm the master of stick people!"

"You can barely even master those…." his rolling laughter filled the air, which caused Jace to join in on his harmonious laughter.

Samuel blinked when a strong arm was put in front of him. He wanted to just hit the guy, but he was fully aware that that would not go well. Turning he sighed a bit but listened to Thane. He was glad there was one normal person in this group of odd balls. Smiling some he thought about it for a moment, the offer was too good and he needed out of the hotel apartment. Running his hand through his hair he sighed some.
“I suppose I can do that, at least till I find something else” he told him softly before sighing a little bit. He watched them just have a rough run with each other. All the while he suddenly realized that the white haired guy was gone. Frowning he looked around him hoping the other was not trying to do something stupid.

Reaching into his pocket he pulled out a paper and handed it to him.
“Your address? I have classes till 3 today so how about after that I come up to see the room?” he suggested with a small smile. It was obvious that he didn't trust them but he was between a rock and a hard place. Looking about again he nodded to them once more and wrote his own cell number down and handed ti to Thane once Thane gave him the address.
“here, call me with anything” he told them as he walked back to his small corner.

Sitting down he put the address into the the google bar and worked hard to see if he could get a visual of what the house looked like and anything else around the area. He needed to know what was around there, how long of a hike he was looking at. Samuel looked up from his computer to make sure none of the three boys were stalking him yet. He thought that Zero was going to give him the most trouble, the guy seemed like he wanted to intimidate him and really push his buttons. That just made Samuel want to push back just as hard.

Thane seemed the nicest, almost to the point where Sam could see him hanging out with the other male. Jace, well he seemed just that honest happy rough housing kid that he remembered back home. He could handle Jace and Thane, he wasn't so sure about Zero. If they lived together maybe he would be able to still avoid him? What was with that Puppy comment all the time though? Shaking his head a little bit he wondered how this was going to work but he had no choice in the matter.