AN: Quick catch up time, I've never actually seen Athlone Community College, nor do I have any idea if that's where Sean went, so don't judge if I misinterpret everything! Enjoy!

You took a deep breath to steady yourself as you walked up the front steps leading to Athlone Community College. When you reached the front doors you stopped, paused for a moment, readjusted your books, then pushed through the doors to start your new life in Ireland. You sighed. It was just how you had imagined.

It wasn't a big, or grand school (though you could've gotten into one if you wanted to). You wanted to feel normal, not like the huge genius you were. It was the middle of summer, but you were told to come to put your already bought books into your locker and be toured around the school by one of the students. You were wearing a long black and red checkered flannel that looked far too big on your small form over a black tank top with torn black skinny jeans and black and white converse.

You had a silver eyebrow piercing on your left side and you had a streak of [F/C] in your [H/L] [H/C] hair. You stood in the center of the hallway taking in what was around you. Gleaming red lockers with clearly polished handles enclosed the area. The beige floor had clearly just been waxed, though the sickly green paint coating the walls was chipping. You leaned against the doorframe awaiting the arrival of your guide.

Suddenly, as if on cue, you heard echoes of fast paced footsteps down the hall to your right. The sound got louder and louder until the breathless young face of a rather attractive boy who couldn't have been more than 19 appeared. He had dark brown hair and stubble to match. His eyes were like the sky on a cloudless day or an ocean dancing in the sun's light. He wore a bright blue hoodie with white strings and had on dark jeans and converse like yours. He was so thin that it it seemed you could push him over with a touch. He was doubled over and gasping for breath. He'd obviously run a long way.

"S-sorry.." he mumbled out with a thick Irish accent once he'd finally caught his breath, "I lost track o' time."

You laughed, "It's okay, I do it all the time." He tilted his head, trying to place your voice. "American?" he asked uncertainly. You feigned surprise, "Irish?" you answered mockingly. He laughed and smiled at you, "The name's Sean, but you can call me Jack!" He chirped cheerfully. "[Y/N]..." you said shyly.

"Well, [Y/N], let's get started wit' the tour, shall we?" You smiled tentatively and nodded. He began to lead you away, talking all the while. Whenever you gave short or vague responses he'd simply reply with "Not a talker, eh? I'll fix that! I love to talk..."

Then he'd go on a rant on an irrelevant subject. You walked around for a while in seemingly aimless patterns with him pointing things out, occasionally making comments as you walked past. "That's the art room! I love it in there! Ye know, one time, I stuck three cotton balls up me nose..... There's the theatre! That's were they CRUSH YOUR DREAMS!!!..... There's your first period class! Mr. Benson is the funniest math teacher ever! He gave a lesson on how to calculate the velocity of each character in HAPPY WHEELS!!!!...."

You couldn't help notice a few things about Sea- Jack. His name was Jack. You'd need to remember that. First off, he was actually the funniest person you'd ever met. Second off, he was actually the loudest person you'd ever met. Third off, he had... Elf ears? "What are you? Some kind of fucking leprechaun?" It took you a moment to register that you had said this out loud.

What made you realize it was that Jack started laughing hysterically. You covered your mouth with your hands. "Fiddle de tea patties, lads!" Jack started yelling, "She's got me! Grab the Guinness and the gold and let's get outta here!" Now it was you laughing uncontrollably. He started laughing with you. When you had both finally ceased, he asked if it was the ears that 'gave him away'.

You smiled at his joke and nodded guiltily as you lowered your eyes to the floor. He shook his head at you. "Ya know.." He began as he continued the tour, "Keep the sense of humor and sarcastic comments and you'll fit right in around here. We take a lot of exchange students. I'll introduce you to some of my friends, too!" He smiled over his shoulder and walked on.

You started grinning to yourself rather abruptly. Maybe it wouldn't be so difficult in Ireland after all.

AN: I've had this on my mind for a while and I just needed to start writing this or I would explode! It's like a ton of imagines melded into one story! Goodbye my fellow potatoes! Have a good day!

P.S. I know colleges don't have lockers, but it's more convenient.