Matthew screeched when he entered the dorm building. Everything was havoc already.
A knife whizzed past his head and he shrieked, turning to the person who had thrown it.
"Dang. I missed." A dark looking boy said in a heavy Italian accent.
"Uhm...could you maybe be a little careful there...that's Matthew. He didn't do anything wrong." A similar looking Italian, one that the twins remembered from the meeting a few days ago, gaped at him.
"He looks dumb so..."
"Luciano...that's no way to treat a friend!"
"He's not my friend."
"He's mine."
"You just met him. You're not supposed to get attached. It's weak."
"Hey Mattie...lets get going..." Alfred muttered.
"Good idea." Matthew pulled his suitcase along until they were both away from the scene.
"There are knives in every door...like...why!" Alfred poked the end of one and it fell to the floor.
"It's probably that guy at the entrance." Matthew guessed.
"Yeah. Shit! Here's my room!" Alfred announced. He inserted his key into the lock and opened the door to a sight more shocking than the knife fight in the lounge.
There was blood on the floor, crimson against that pastel corn yellow. Above the blood was a male with reddish brown hair, held up at the front of his shirt by hands belonging to a muscular blond boy...no...man.
"Oh hey, toots. Quick quesh...is tasting your own blood vegan?" The brown haired boy smirked suggestively at the two newcomers.
"Uhhh..."
"It better be vegan after the shit you just pulled!" The taller blond raised his fist again. "Cuz you're gonna be tasting it for the next week."
"Woah! Stop it! Who are you two?! Why are you fighting?" Matthew gasped as Alfred snickered at the scene.
"This asshole wrote 'fuck me' on Flavio's door and then Oliver saw it and freaked out and then told Luciano not to let anybody in the halls until it was cleaned off. The cotton candy sugar cane idiot has us all on lockdown."
"That explains all the knives????" Matthew guessed.
"You're wrong, Mattie! I wrote 'fuck me daddy' with a winkie face and everythin'."
"That's even worse!"
"Wait...Mattie?" Alfred stopped chuckling.
"That's not my damn name." The blond growled.
"Then what is it?"
"Matt. Matt Williams."
"Haha! This dude's your doppelgänger, Mattie."
"He's not really what I expected..."
"Well, I didn't expect a fucking twink so..."
"Yeah ya did. We had this discussion."
"It wasn't a discussion. I just whispered 'looks like a twink' under my breath when you showed me the picture."
"And then I said 'wow. You're right.' See? Discussion."
"More like disgustion because I'm tired of your shit." Matt groaned.
"Nice." Matthew whispered.
"FELLAS!" A voice boomed out from the hallway. "Is it GAY to drink water? I mean, you're literally drinking the sky's sweet delectable nectar."
"Flavio, we both know that everything you do is gay!" Allen shouted.
"Especially you. Allen, sweetie." That same voice called back.
"Just stay outa trouble for now, okay. I will punch your lights out if I catch you doing that again."
"Okay MOM."
"Fuck off." Matt hissed. "Come on twink Matt. Let's leave these two alone for a while."
"Uhmmm...oaky..." Matthew nodded.
This was certainly going to be a crazy year.