Rewriting this book! Some content will stay the same but this chapter has been changed minorly but has been changed regardless, and so will all the chapters after it!

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(TWs will be updated in the desc.)
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Virgil pulled his purple comforter up to his nose with a quiet sniff.
The dorm he shared with Patton was on the top floor, so it got colder than the other floors without being at the center of any activity or heat from above, something dorms with rooms below them that used heat would get.

"You getting a cold, kiddo?" Patton looked up from where he laid in his own bed across the room from Virgil.

They had two twin-sized beds in a rectangular room. The door was at the front center of the rectangle. Patton's bed was located at the back, left corner, and Virgil's located at the back, right corner.

Patton's bed had a fluffy, blue blanket with light, sky blue sheets that had clouds on them. Meanwhile, Virgil's bed had a puffy, purple comforter with purple plaid sheets.

The wall pressed to Virgil's bed was hung with an assortment of fandom posters and band posters. Welcome to Nightvale, TØP, P!ATD, MCR, and a kitten poster that said "hang in there" courtesy of Patton as a welcome gift to him.

In contrast, Patton's wall was covered in inspirational posters as such. Patton's favorite was Don't have a ruff day. Which had a golden retriever puppy on its back, in a field. Patton called that dog his spirit animal- and it was fairly accurate.

The room had a light carpet floor and cream colored walls with a window centered on the wall space between Patton and Virgil's bed.

This layout was how all the dorms were set, how you decorate your room (such as through posters or bed covers) was up to you.

"No, I'm not getting a cold." Virgil shook his head in response to Patton, "I just am cold." Morning's in University of Sanders were difficult- especially when one had morning classes. Such as Virgil.
The mornings were cold and misty and- well, mornings.

Patton didn't have any morning classes, he simply just enjoyed waking up early and being able to say goodbye to Virgil.

Virgil sat up, stretching widely before shuttering as his arms were no longer covered. He quickly wrapped himself up in his comforter before dragging his feet up. He then perused a box of granola bars located on his own desk.
Each bed had a desk at the foot of it, with its back to the wall and the front facing the center of the room- again, standard room set up, beds and desks provided by the school for the atrocious price of a dorm room.

Virgil grabbed a granola bar and plopped down on the floor in a pile of fluff, only his head and hands poking out as he nibbled on the granola bar.

"Oh boy...times like this, I miss making home-cooked meals." Patton sighed, getting up and stretching, shaking his head of fluffy tufts of golden hair, easily shaking the cold with his cat onesie keeping him warm. He yawned before shaking off his whole body and grinning, "We should rent one of the campus apartments next year. They have kitchens!" Patton squealed at the word, "And I could cook for you!"

"Those rooms fit up to four people, Patton, and the rent isn't even reasonable for four people to pay. Let alone two." Virgil continued on his granola bar.

"Well, we'll find roommates then-"

"No." Virgil growled.

Patton frowned, "Come on, Virge." He waddled over and crouched down in front of him, "It'll be fine-"

"You don't know that. Last time I decided to trust strangers...didn't work out too well." Virgil rolled his eyes.

"Well...I was a stranger at the beginning of last semester and...you trusted me, right? And that worked out." Patton smiled.

Virgil shrugged, "I mean..yeah, I guess...but that was a one in a million shot." He sniffed.

"And with seven point fifty billion people on earth- that means there are six more people that could be our potential roommates." Patton grinned.

Virgil couldn't fight a smile, primarily at how terrible Patton's math was, which he chose not to mention, instead going with, "You're such a dork."

"It's my speciality, kiddo." Patton winked.

"Sure is." Virgil stood up and let the comforter stay on the floor. He shuttered but knew that he'd have to get ready eventually- it was six in the morning and class started at seven thirty.
He looked down at his purple pajamas, decorated with dark clouds.
Patton had made them in Home Ec and they fit surprisingly well. Patton was a master with a needle and thread and practically lived at Joanns Fabrics half the time. Made friends with an employee named Jay lately. Or maybe they're just there as often as Patton is...

Virgil moved to the side of his bed where two drawers were built into its side where the under space of a bed would usually be. He pulled a drawer out and grabbed a purple, long-sleeved shirt, and black pants. He then slipped on some sandals, "I'm going to go get changed in the bathroom, m'kay?"

Patton sighed, getting up, "Whatever makes you feel comfortable, kiddo."

Virgil nodded and then exited the room, slipping his keycard into his pocket so he could get back in, and heading over to his floor's bathroom, one of them, that is, and using his keycard to enter before going to the big stall to change.
He felt bad, not feeling comfortable with changing in front of Patton. He just...couldn't, not without freaking out. And why freak out when there's a perfectly fine bathroom right across the hall?

Virgil slipped his shirt off, shuttering as more air hit him.
He looked down at his arms, grimacing.
His shoulders.
His wrists.
His back.
His thighs.
Hugging his body and trying to heal it through hiding.
First day of second semester...he could do this.
Or, at least, he sure as hell could try.

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Roman bounced a tennis ball against the far wall a few feet from the foot of his bed, currently laying atop his red and gold blanket and sheets.
The ball had nearly made an indent in the wall from how many times the jock had hit it and bounced it back.

Finally, there came a sharp sigh from the dark-blue sheeted bed to his right, "You're going to break the wall, and then we'll have to pay for it."

Roman paused, catching the ball in his left hand, his dominant sporting hand, and cocked an eyebrow at Logan, "I have to keep my arm muscles in grand shape or they'll turn to sticks-" He paused to look the other up and down, Logan who was currently sitting up on his bed with his back pressed to the wall with a pillow in between his back and the wall, having just pulled the book he was reading from his face.
Roman looked directly at Logan and chucked the ball at the near indented wall with a smug smirk- just before it bounced back and hit him square in the shoulder.
Roman smacked backwards and onto his pillow with a groan.

Logan grinned widely, "Karma."

"Shut up." Roman rolled his eyes and got up, wincing, "That's going to leave a bruise..- son of a..." He felt his shoulder and let out a small yelp of pain.

"You need to put ice on that." Logan sighed, "Go get some from the student lounge."

"We're all out of ice." Roman grumbled.

"Not possible. We're out of water." Logan corrected.

"Fine, water." Roman glared.

"Just go get some from the floor up." Logan suggested with a dismissive wave as he picked up his book once again.

Roman sighed dramatically, "Fi~ine..." He swung his legs over the side of his bed, shrugging at the boxers he had on and throwing on his letterman jacket over his bare shirt.

"You're going like that?" Logan scoffed.

"Nobody's going to care- people streak down the hallway all the time and my boxers are loose enough to look like cargo shorts- plus the jacket's buttoned," Roman pulled the white collar of the red jacket for emphasis, "Nobody'll even be looking."

"Except that- forget it, just go." Logan sighed and sunk down on his bed.

Roman shrugged and grabbed his lanyard that held his room key and pepper spray along with a few phone numbers he'd picked up- from the Internet. All robo-callers. He had them so it looked like he'd picked up girls' numbers.

"You're on the football team, everyone is going to notice you in your boxers!" Logan yelled as Roman exited.

Roman turned his head to wink at Logan, "That's the point!"

Logan's face flushed red and he scowled with another roll of his eyes, "Idiot."

"Love you too!" Roman grinned, shutting the door.

He let out a huff, heading for the elevator. Getting ice in his boxers? Perhaps not one of his proudest moment, but the looks he got were worth it, while a bit discomforting.
What better way to start off the semester?