Patrick stared at his computer screen, thinking, thinking of what? His past? His future? Why he's in a coffee shop full of strange individuals buying cups of grounded beans that they some times drank with soy.

Neither.

None.

He was thinking of 'why is his screen blank? ' his paper was due in a week's time and he's written nothing but the title and his name.

Title: Cause Of You.

He didn't quite explain what 'cause' it was, it could be the abbreviation for 'because' or it could be 'the cause of this affected is-.' He liked it better that way, it gave the reader their perception of things.

He sat up in his chair. 'It started when the man sat in a coffee shop, looking around at the strangers. One older then most, another seeming a little to young to be on their own. But no judgement..' He deleted this, he decided he'd write about his week instead.

He sat back in seat again, starting off with 'I looked around, each square as crummy as the rest....' He closed his laptop. He'd decided to take and 'F' on the project and move on, he got up grabbing is laptop and heading towards the door. When he ran into someone.

Raven hair.

Hazel eyes.

"My apologies.." Patrick said with the slightest smile. "Don't worry about it...Patrick right?" He asked, his grin, goofy and missed placed with his cold heart.

They worked perfectly.

"Yeah, how do you know?" Patrick asked as he adjust himself. "We are gonna be roommates, your old one was switched out of yours-" Patrick winced but Pete didn't really notice. "-and they are moving me into yours."

Patrick smiled a little. "I see..." Pete smiled back. "Well see you soon roomy.."

Patrick turned as the man left, he bit his lip slightly as he turned to leave.

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Patrick set his stuff down on the counter hours ago, he lay on his bed looking up to the ceiling; grey blue, smooth, textureless texture.

No details, nothing quite special, besides a crack that led to the window that held an upside down cloudy grey sky and upside down buildings.

He heard someone opening the door to his dorm.

The silence, and emptiness will be missed dearly. "Heeey! I'm back" Pete said he rolled his things onto his side of the room with a large black suit cause and his backpack.

He promised he wouldn't be weird. "Hello Peter." Patrick said in an almost robotic tone, it scared Pete slightly. Patrick looked out the window again, the clouds seemed to clear, leaving a beautiful sunlit sky. Annoyed, Patrick closed the blinds and turned on the light instead.

"Hey, so I was invited to a party in B23. Wanna come?" Patrick promised he wouldn't be weird. "Sure...it's just a party." The light made his eye twitch, but he didn't have any other options, it was either natural light or that.

"I hope you don't mind me changing my shirt..." Patrick wasn't paying attention, his mind was focused on the fly who was going to burn it's self on the light bulb.

Pete smiled, he was cute, a little strange sure, but cute. He pulled off his Nirvana, Never Mind shirt, revealing skin.

Permanent paint.

Ink.

"Woah.." Patrick said astonished. "What?" Pete asked, turning to face him. "Nothing, just the art.." "art?" Pete asked again. "Don't be naive Peter. Your skin.." He looked at his skin like it was the first. "Oh, yeah, I guess, I never seen it that way.." Patrick cleared his throat and blushed.

"I'm sure the female you land at the party will enjoy it" Pete chuckled. "I'm gay 'Trick"

'Trick? '

"Oh, my apologies. Any male you land at the party will enjoy it" Pete nodded, "Oof, I hope not..I don't want my first college love to be with a drunk loser." Patrick nodded, he understood. "Have you decided against going then?" Patrick asked. "I was actually hopping you'd say you didn't want to go so I wouldn't have to either." He grinned, the goofy grin, Patrick stomach fluttered, weird.

"We don't have to go Peter...I actually didn't want to attend either because I'm socially awkward, and people would ask about how I was feeling and I would probably break down." He giggled, he hopped on the couch and turned on the untouched television.

"Come, we'll watch a stupid comedy and I'll order Chinese." Patrick sat on the couch as well.

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Pete had been telling him about his studies and Patrick was surprisingly intrigued, no one intrigued him.

"And it's strange because most people say-" Pete was interrupted, Patrick groaned at the rude person. But Pete only giggled, "Don't worry Pattycakes, I'm sure it's just dinner."

'Pattycakes?'

Pete opened the Chinese boxes, helping himself to noodles. He piled it onto his plate, as he took a bite. Patrick became hot, he hadn't noticed his chapped lips, they made him twitch. Not because it made him uncomfortable, because he was strangely curious.

Once Pete finished chewing he continued. "People say that stuff like that never happeneds." Patrick looked at him. "But I think if it could, we wouldn't have talking monkey's all over the place." Patrick raised his hand as if he was in class. "Yes sir!" Pete pointed at him sarcastically.

"I disagree Peter, stuff like that has happened, why, or how, I don't know exactly. But they have, we are talking apes. We originated from the animal, creating a wide variety of different types. Two most common types, us, the homosapien and Neanderthals. The homosapien surviving and concurring the world, making our world a bigger and bigger mess until our planet is absorbed by the thing that is helping us live, the Sun."

Pete shivered, "I don't like to think about that, I know death is something that is unavoidable, but while I can still live I'd rather not think about it. So that's why I'm changing my studies to art." Patrick nodded, "I enjoy art" Patrick smiled.