the new roommate ((CARTER,TIM & CHRIS))

[chris]

Actually I got put in this dorm he replied sharply. He hadn’t meant for it to come out like that but he was losing his patience. His arrogant side was about to come out because he was beginning to just not care anymore. He didn’t like that he was beginning to not care, that wasn’t fair was it? He had held it in for long enough and now he was thinking ‘sod first impressions’ in his mind they should make a good impression for him just as much and that wasn’t happening with Carter, he could now see this turning into a row. yeah well you don’t have to worry about that with me he replied. I can pay my own way thank you very much. he said in a matter of fact, snobby tone. Oh dear it wasn’t looking good but he wasn’t really caring, and most of the time he didn’t know about his snobbyness and arrogance, this time he did. And I thought it might be nice to get away from here for a bit, it was just a suggestion he shrugged. Whatever he said in an uncaring fashion. If Carter was going to behave childish then so would he. What? There was going to be one rule for him and another for them? That wasn’t fair was it?

 

Maybe he said about the shopping session. Although that could either go well or terribly wrong, he was thinking it would probably go terribly wrong, but what did he know? Oh so you did know in advance? he said, now confused as to why the other guy was acting the way he was. I don’t know about it though, it could go terribly wrong he said. What was the point in holding back? He may as well say exactly what he thought because then at least he would have been honest. It was better to say what he felt than holding it all in with some cases in his opinion and that was what he was doing, he considered it a good thing that he was doing it but it may be a bad response he was going to get.  At this point he didn’t really care though, he was past caring and past being the nice guy that he actually was, well showing that side of him anyway. Instead he was being awkward and arrogant and it showed, it was what he wanted though, he just wanted to be that way because Carter was being awkward, it was almost like he was letting him know that he could be like that too, playing him at his own game.

 

Chris shrugged Well I dunno, I am pretty hard to replace, I don’t think they will have it that easy with the new roomie, probably some freak or something he laughed. They would love that he said. He laughed at Tim describing Carter I guess he just doesn’t like me he said honestly. He had no idea why, but if he had behaved the way he was being with him now from the start he would have known straight up but right now he didn’t have a clue. Maybe he should ask him what his problem was but he figured that would just make things worse, he felt kind of bad for Tim being stuck in the middle. He was torn between his best friend (who was being the one who was acting weird for no reason) but then again if he went with Chris that would be weird because they didn’t know each other that well and him and Carter were best friends. Just so you know, I don’t want to come between anything, your friendship or anything he told them. He thought that make things better so you don’t have to worry about that.he said and when Tim said something about walking into a war zone, he just laughed. He just shrugged when Tim apologised. He didn’t get why he was doing that so much. Why he was the one apologising for his friends behaviour. It didn’t make sense at all. But then again he was in a strange country, maybe some people here were like that....but that was because he hadn’t really been around people like Tim, they had all been stuck up and not that easy to please, yet he had gotten on with them.

 

He laughed Yeah I had imagined it would be a good way he said I don’t really need that excuse to get girls though, I do pretty good he admitted. It was true though, he did do well with the girls, he got plenty of attention, attention he wasn’t really into fully at the moment but maybe one girl would surprise him.  Fair enough he said to Carter as he turned down the challenge to play for him. He knew that the checking of twitter was likely to be an excuse but at this point, right now he couldn’t be bothered saying anything. he was going through stages of being arrogant and stuck up and then not saying anything, mainly because he was confused himself at the other guys behaviour. I doubt they will though, I guess there aren’t many people who are over achievers who are that normal? I don’t know but I can’t imagine there being so, I mean to be that much of a high achiever you would probably have to give up most of your social life dedicated to studying and he wasn’t prepared to do that at all. As Tim told him about them both dragging out their musical items he smiled So you both play instruments? he asked him. Had Tim mentioned he played something too? He couldn’t remember. Oh you sing too? Cool...yeah I’m not so hot on the singing he laughed I get too shy he confessed.  When he asked about any of his family being in the music business he looked sheepish. He did brag just a little back home about his cousin being in the band McFLY, but they had been really famous in England and he didn’t know what the deal was in the states, whether they were known or not. Well funny you should ask that...my cousin is in a band in England, dunno if you have heard of them....McFLY?

[carter dominic andrews]

Carter did not like this man that stood before them ready to share a room with them throughout the upcoming year. He did not like the way the man had talked or even looked, and he definitely did not like the attention that had been given to him by Timothy. What the hell did this british guy have that Carter didn't? An accent? Who the hell cared about an accent? He couldn't help but look over and wonder if Timmy had been turned on by that accent? Wait, what was Carter thinking? He sighed and shook his head to clear his mind as he heard the two of them exchanging small idle conversation. "Lucky, lucky," Carter snapped back as he could hear the strain in Chris's voice, his eyes darting a glare in the mans direction. He quickly settled his attitude though knowing that Tim would not be pleased in the slightest, so without hesitation he calmed himself down so he could at least be somewhat reasonable to deal with. It's not that he had found anything wrong with the guy, but moreso that he was getting in the way of it being just the two of them. Why hadn't he just gotten a double room? He could not change his actions though as he just let his mind wander away from the present conversation trying to humor himself.

Carter watched Tim knowing that he was trying his hardest to clear the awkward air in the room, but it did not help that Carter just would not give the man an inch. He would not budge and he continued to be as stubborn as ever, and sure enough after Tim had made the joke about crossing 'mooch' off the list all Carter could hear was their new roommates tone of voice. He had sounded much like a prick in that snobby tone in his voice and Carter really wanted to say something, but instead he just rolled his eyes and shrugged. "Can never be too certain with new people," He said sticking up for his friend even though he had known it had been a joke. Guess their new british roomie just didn't have a good sense of humor. That was going to make living together very hard for the next year. "Someone's got their panties in a bunch," He mentioned to himself laughing, of course it being just loud enough for the others to hear if they'd been listening, but mostly it was for his own benefit. "Whatever," Carter may have been childish but it was amazing how easily and quickly Chris became just as bad. He rolled his eyes though fell silent as he kept glancing over at Tim. He knew that once the two had gotten alone Tim would be so mad at him, so with those bright puppy dog eyes of his he looked over at the man for silent forgiveness. Why had he loved that other so dearly? Why couldn't he just be less of a bitch so Tim wouldn't be mad at him?

When Carter noticed Tim get a sly smile across his face he couldn't help but be intrigued as he sat a bit stiffer on his bed straightening up his back as he waited to hear what the man had in mind, but he slouched just as quick as he heard the idea about the bonding experience. He just wanted to laugh, obviously Tim was trying to make them friends and Carter was being stubborn as hell, so he instantly glanced over at Chris to see what he had to say about all of this. "What, too good for a trip to the store with your new roommates Chris?" He stood up sounding sharp as he walked over next to them, this sitting across the room nonsense was absolute bullshit. "It could be fun, you know, bonding experience and all that jazz." He smirked looking to Tim trying to show him that he was trying, but it was an epic fail as far as he was concerned. Everyone could see that, at least Carter was nice enough to put on a good show though right? "Was it that long ago?" He shrugged and acted all innocent for a moment smirking from man to man, now he was enjoying himself as he'd felt that once the sharp tongue had come to the surface he wouldn't have to excuse his own.

He leaned against the desk as he listened to the two chatting it up once more. There had been Tim trying to be as polite and cute as he could be, and then you had Chris who was cocky and arrogant as all hell. Carter hated it, but probably because he reminded him of himself too much. He had felt territorial for some reason, even though him and Tim were strictly friends, but something about having this other man just sent Carter through the roof with anger and jealousy. Everyone could see it too, that much was obvious, but he still tried to hide it the best he could so his friend wouldn't get too upset. He could tell that he was wearing the others patience thin though and hoped that his own selfish rants could die down some. Maybe he just had to leave the room and get something to eat or something, nope not a chance in hell would Carter be leaving these two right now. He heard what Tim had to say about him though and his facial expressions dropped to that of a beaten shrub, and he took a few steps back as he leaned against the wall looking at them. Those right there, those few words, had been all that he had needed to hear to know that he'd upset Tim more than he should have. "Difficult?" He sighed taking another step back as he shook his head, coming over to them had been a very bad idea as now he was forced to walk away ashamed and defeated. He sighed shaking his head once more looking down at the ground, "Yup, that's it, just being plain difficult." He shrugged his friends words off as he walked to his own side of the room and looked around his bed. He hadn't wanted to be difficult. He was just jealous, like an older dog when a new puppy is introduced to the family, but he could not say that because now had most definitely not been the time. "Welcome to the room, Chris," He mouthed with a roll of the eyes as he grabbed his guitar case and threw himself on the bed cradling the case in his arms so he would not harm it.

As if he hadn't been upset enough the next thing he had heard Tim say made his heart break even more, a good way to get girls kept playing through his mind, girls being the key term as Carter was more aggravated than anything as he started to unzip his case in privacy of his own bed. He was done with this conversation until he could stop getting so damn worked up, so if chatting about girls was what the other two wanted to do Carter would not stop them. What the hell could he honestly say anyway? That he'd always found Timmy more attractive than any girls? He groaned as he unzipped it entirely and pulled his guitar out. "Shut up your singing is great, you're just too damn stubborn to admit it." He spoke up at least once as his friend had been saying that his singing voice hadn't been that great. Carter had loved listening to the other man sing, it was one of the real honest joys in his life, and he would have no problem admitting that detail to all the world. He closed his eyes as he had kept laying down with the guitar on his stomach, not the most comfortable of stances but after a lot of practice he'd learnt how to at least play somewhat this way, and he began to strum the faintest of a tune. Not plucking the strings loudly had kept the music soft though as he just smiled and closed his eyes being taken away on the journey that his music had always brought him on. He would be thrilled in no time, he just needed to take a few relaxing breathes and figure things out. He had been nearly tuned out when he heard the new guy bring up that band McFLY. He stopped playing for a second to look over at him, "They those guys getting naked all the time?" He asked, laughing at himself. Of course that'd be the first thing he'd thought of with the band, damn him and his constant need for the male figure. He of course would keep most thoughts like that to himself though but he just had to ask to be sure.

ooc. whoa where did all this muse come from?

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[/i] grumpy guys. As if his life wasn't already complicated enough. Shooting Carter yet another look (though he knew it probably wouldn't change anything), Tim forced himself to smile and replied cheerily, "well, whatever the reason you're in our dorm, it's always great to have a new friend!" He shouldn't have to do this. He should be happy and excited right now instead of uneasy and on-edge; Carter should be acting like his regular self, cracking borderline-offensive jokes just to rile their new dorm mate up before openly accepting him into their lives. That was the way things were supposed to work. He didn't just hate anyone for no reason. And, as far as Tim could tell, Chris hadn't given any reason whatsoever. What was wrong with his friend?

As they continued speaking, Tim became continuously less optimistic. Part of him wanted to just give up right then and slink off into the background - let them sort out their differences and come let him know when they were ready to be good friends. Fortunately, Carter's slightly less rude response to Chris's words were enough for him to decide against that. He'd never been a quitter, anyway. Even when Carter muttered about Chris getting his panties in a bunch, Tim chose to ignore it, false smile still plastered to his face. "Well, glad we got that sorted out, then! Everyone pays their own way. Well, except me, because I'm just lucky," his grin became more genuine as he glanced at Carter. Oh, right. Room mate. Tim had no idea what Chris would think of his crush on Carter, but he figured it would be best to tone down the flirting for now. Coughing in what he hoped was a manly fashion, he turned away from his friend, putting his hands in his pockets. Despite his slowly worsening mood, though, he had to smirk at their twin 'whatevers.' The two were more alike than either seemed to realize. He caught Carter's look, rolling his eyes but not promising anything so precious as his forgiveness. Besides, if Carter thought Tim would be mad, he'd be more likely to make an effort to like Chris.

"Yeah," Tim nodded, confirming that they'd received notice of Chris's arrival. His voice hinted at a slight sigh; he'd known all along that Carter wouldn't really realize they were getting a room mate until the man actually arrived. He watched warily as his friend crossed the room. Hopefully it was only because he'd gotten tired of sulking in the corner. "True," he agreed to both comments concerning the shopping trip, though he knew Carter was only acting interested in it because he was sucking up to Tim, and because it was adverse to Chris's opinion, "it could be a complete bomb, or it could be okay... we won't know until we try?" He shrugged. He was plainly desperate for his two companions to get along - pulling at straws, so to speak. The shopping trip seemed like a pointless exercise even to him.

Relieved that, at least, he'd got Chris laughing, Tim let out a chuckle of his own. "Oh, I bet," he nodded, a hint of friendly sarcasm in his voice. Despite the few minor setbacks so far, this guy seemed like a fairly amusing person. Maybe a bit stubborn, but nice enough. And not too hard on the eyes, either, though Tim was fairly certain he was as straight as a pin. Besides, Tim himself wasn't exactly on the market. Which reminded him... he glanced almost guiltily at Carter. Sure, they weren't official or anything, but it still felt wrong to even notice anyone besides his friend. He frowned when Chris pointed out that Carter didn't like him. Well, the man had certainly never been known for his subtlety, and this was one of those cases where he wasted no time displaying his feelings loud and clear. It just sucked that Chris, not only new in the school but also the country, had to deal with it. "He'll come around," he promised, wishing he could believe those words.

As Carter involved himself in the conversation once more, Timothy's head snapped up to look at him. Immediately, he felt terrible. He could see the defeat written across Carter's face, and knew that he was the cause of it. The fact that Carter rarely backed down was like an extra little stab of guilt, because it meant that Tim's words had actually hurt him in some way. Had they been alone, Tim would've immediately gone to wrap his arms around him and come up with an epic apology to make things right. It was rarely Tim saying, 'sorry,' but every time it became necessary, he hated himself. He watched his friend cross the room with a sinking feeling in his stomach. "Shit," he muttered, casting an ashamed glance at Chris. He wanted to follow his friend, but didn't want to leave the newcomer to feel all awkward on the other side of the room. He knew Carter should be first - Carter was always first - but Tim was tired and confused and, in all honesty, could feel the beginnings of a headache. Why couldn't the two of them just have a simple day once in a while, without drama and worry and bullshit? He'd have to talk to him eventually, he knew, but for now... he seemed perfectly happy to spoon his guitar case.

Tim laughed when Chris claimed that he did fairly well with girls, then scratched the back of his neck. While he'd always found girls attractive, it was still the same old story: Carter was better. Carter was practically the one, at least judging from Tim's seventeen years of experience with love (which didn't amount to much). "Ugh," Tim shuddered at the mention of giving up most of one's social life to study. He hardly had an exciting, whirlwind social life, but he did go out once and then, and he played sports, too. A little bit of studying was okay, but to do it all the time... "if I have to spend every waking minute reading a textbook or something to get into a good school, maybe I'll just bum off my parents for the rest of my life instead." Yeah, they would love that.

"Yeah," Tim nodded in response to Chris's question, "he plays guitar, as you've probably figured by now, and I can work my way around a keyboard." He'd always been modest about his musical abilities - mostly because he wasn't half as serious about them as Carter and had never wanted to give himself too much credit. When his friend piped up again, Tim's attention immediately went to him. At least he was talking now... they would still need to have an actual conversation about the whole room mate deal, though. "Or you're just too stubborn to admit I suck," he pointed out, knowing it was in vain. He shrugged, turning to Chris, "yup, apparently I sing, too." He laughed. This time, he would let Carter win that fight. Mostly because he felt incredibly bad for calling him 'difficult.' As Carter began strumming a tune on the guitar, though, Tim experienced the slightest bit of relief. He wasn't certain, but to him it seemed that when he wasn't on Carter's side, the music easily took his place. This knowledge took some of the pressure off.

At Carter's reply to Chris's question about McFly, Tim let out a surprised snort. "You would think of that first," he said, shaking his head. Only after speaking he realized that Chris might think he was implying something about Carter's sexuality, but it was a bit late for that. Oops. Hoping he hadn't messed up further, Tim moved across the room, sitting on the edge of Carter's bed and looking back to Chris. "I think I've heard my sisters talk about them. Is your cousin the drummer?" He reached out and plucked a string on Carter's guitar before pulling his feet up and crossing his legs. Maybe by staying near Carter, he could somehow undo his harsh words from earlier.

ooc Haha, I read somewhere that Canadians apologize all the time. I think it's rubbing off on Tim. And sorry about the large amount of Tim loving Carter, Kayla XD OH AND HEATHER. "They those guys getting naked all the time?" It's 2am and I just burst out laughing.[/size][/ul]

[chris]

Well yeah....I hope that we can be friends...all of us he said. He was going back to his nice self now. Being nice and all that...it was in him, you didn’t have to look very far because he was a good guy. He didn’t like being the bad guy, and he certainly didn’t like violence. He was very against that. If his new roomies were for that then maybe they couldn’t get on eventually like he would have hoped. He hoped they didn’t think he was being weird. But Chris could be weird. He was the one out of his friends who was a bit of a joker. Shame that right now he didn’t feel comfortable cracking one of his jokes, even though people rarely found them funny. He knew sometimes they just weren’t funny though. He knew that....he wasn’t that arrogant not to agree some of his jokes just weren’t funny and just pretty lame. He also knew when to stop....when people didn’t laugh he would give the jokes a rest. There wasn’t much hope of him becoming a comedian. Chris knew that though and it didn't really bother him much since that wasn't something he was interested in doing. Why do something that he didn't want to do when he could do something he was actually really good at? He was really passionate about music. He did come from a family with a lot of musical influence though, but he wanted to pursue it as a career. Singing wasn't his thing, but he could play the drums. He knew he had good rhythm but he just needed a band to play with.

Well that is true actually Chris agreed with Carter, you never could be too sure with new people, but he was doing his best right now and trying not to let things bother him. Or someone in particular. It was quite easy to wind him up though and the two were being quite childish with each other. If they just stopped their bickering and reasoned with each other maybe they could be friends....that was all going through Chris' mind but he was trying not to dwell on it too much. He was going to try and be the mature one. But that was hard. He had shared a dorm with a bunch of guys for a while and he had gotten all his childish behavior because they all rubbed off on each other. If one was immature about something, that would sometimes rub off on the others and they would all join in with being immature. A lot of the time he remembered it being childish pranks but they were funny and it still made him laugh just thinking about it. He wondered if his new roomies would be up for some shit like that. It was always worth asking them once they were better aquatinted.

Chris thought for a minute Maybe it is worth a try then he said I mean what is it people say, you don't know until you try right? he asked with a smile. I can understand how it must be weird for you guys, so...well...yeah he said not really knowing what else he could say. That was what he genuinely thought. He was doing his best to be a good roomie and would go along with what they were saying. He wanted to flexible and didn't want to make enemies with them on the first meeting. That really wouldn't be a good thing because he knew if it was anything like his old school, things got passed around and that was when things got out of proportion and then people twisted the truth. He hated when that happened and didn't get why people had to do it, that was usually what caused all the trouble to be, but what he was thinking was if one bad thing was done or said about him, then the whole school would know about it and have an opinion of him straight away. He already had the fact he was from a different country working against him and didn't need anything else complicating things.

Chris got the sense that there was more to the friendship than they were letting on with the two he had been placed with, He didn't exactly know what but he could sense something between them. The looks they gave each other and the way they were. He may have been reading things wrong, but he was often good with situations such as this, he was good at judging peoples moods and things like that. When Tim said carter would come around he smiled slightly. I hope so, its certainly going to be an interesting year if things carry on this way for a while. he said honestly. He watched Carter as he rolled his eyes....'welcoming him to the room. He didn't think it was genuine but it was a start and that was something. Maybe they would be friends after all. He hadn't seemed the violent type so far. He saw the ashamed look that Tim gave him and felt bad.

He laughed at the two when they were saying about their singing. He would have loved to hear them sing but could tell it wasn't the time, nor the place right now. When Carter asked if it was the guys who got naked all the time, he had to laugh. But stupidly he didn't catch onto the fact that the reason he thought it was because he was bisexual...and also that he was in love with his roomie. Although he did feel there was something between the two guys, maybe he should find out, but he was pretty sure that if his thoughts were right, then they weren't going to tell someone they had only just met.

OOC//So I am not happy with this, just letting you know. Its all jumbled and lame. Its confusing me lol.

[carter dominic andrews]

OOC. SORRY FOR THE LONG POST >.> I know it's easier to keep them sorta smaller for groups, but uh...well Carter is eating me alive lately so yeah...soorryyyy!

Carter had been confused when he heard the new guy start to talk again, first he'd went from being nice to a bitch with an attitude, and now he was going back to being nice? Carter would have to watch him carefully so he did not mess things up for either Timothy or himself, and since Tim always could see the best in people Carter took it upon himself to set his radar on Chris. He would be looking for any little thing that could make him appear less than worthy in Tim's eyes, and although he knew that it'd be a bit of work to accomplish something like that he personally was up for the task. He loved how he could plot ways to make a guy miserable and figure out how to hate him, and yet he couldn't just sit back and actually try to develop a friendship with this person. That had been out of the question, a thought not even present in his mind, and as the other two talked Carter made sure to keep a steady eye on Chris taking note of anything that were out of place.

"Damn special you are, right?" He grinned looking over at Tim laughing some as his friend made the announcement that he'd been the only one awesome enough to not have to pay. Carter had found it hilarious although in the same respect it'd been true, but only because Carter could never make Tim pay for anything on a trip that he'd been forced to come on. Carter knew that had these two not been as close of friends Tim would have no problem pushing him on the bus so he could stay with his mother, and yet he went and uprooted his entire life just to be with Carter. Thinking about it had him smiling, but no he could not do anything cute or shit right now because that'd probably be obvious to the new set of eyes in the room. Damnit, and all he wanted to do was hug his best friend right now.

Carter just smirked looking over at the pair nodding, at least they had agreed on something, but that did not make him feel any easier about the situation. If anything it'd made him feel even more sketchy about the man, if he'd tried to get on his good graces he could have said something about how there are some untrustworthy people out there but he'd not been one of them, or some lame shit like that might have worked. Okay, on second thought nothing would have worked in this situation. Even if the man had said that he was a saint Carter wouldn't have believed him, "Things are a lot different here and over there you know, England or wherever you came from, shit that flies over there isn't kosher over here." He thought about it, an eye quirked, as he just looked at the other cautiously.

"Our customs just aren't the same, thing you're up for adapting?" He would have to, it's not like the customs were that much different or anything, but different enough that Carter could take note and flash it in his face during the greeting. Yes, he had learnt a little while ago that they would be getting a new roommate, and yes he had known he would be a foreign student, so of course that peaked his interest as he looked online for random shit that's considered normal over there. Most things were the same from the USA to England, but of course when it came to Carter and Tim nothing had been normal. He wondered how the other would respond to it once he'd found out, but honestly Carter could not think about that anymore as he hadn't wanted him to find out at all. It would be their little secret and that was the end of that discussion.

Everytime he heard his friend open his mouth and say something happy and inviting to the man though Carter could not help but glare at him with the most dumbfounded expression he could find. Why had his friend been so easily accepting of people that he'd never met before? Tim could see the good in everyone, so of course Carter thought it'd been his duty to show the other side, the evil one, and since the man had sparked up an attitude a few times Carter knew he could press his buttons. He would not do it while Tim had been around though considering he could see the glares and hear what the other had to say, so instead he just random piped up and say something random when he'd felt the need. It was one of those hey, don't forget about me in the room kind of things, not that anyone could forget the ignorant person that Carter was being right now. He couldn't even believe himself, but honestly when jealousy came into the picture this attitude was mild compared to what it could get. He was possessive, not that he needed to be because he knew that Tim had cared for him, but having another man around made him want to stake his claim, even if Tim was more a share holder instead of a property like Carter had been acting like he'd been.

"That's what they say, most of the time they're just full of shit though." He chuckled looking over at Tim, obviously he had a feeling before he even saw the others facial expressions that he would not like what he had to say, but it just did not stop him from chatting it right up. He figured that Tim had been upset with him already so might as well keep it up right? Could the other man obviously get any more mad than he'd already been? Carter knew he would have to do something wonderful and outstanding to make up for it, but for now he just could not think of the consequences since testing the waters was something he'd felt needed to be done. He had a duty to his best friend, the love of his life, to make sure the other man in the room was not one of those quick tempered aggravations. Alright, maybe Carter was going a bit extreme but he couldn't help himself, jealousy had taken over and all rational behavior had escaped from his body.

And then it had happened, Carter had been so focused on finding the faults in their new roommate that he had completely been blind-sided when his own best friend had called him a rather harsh word. He looked at him for just a second before retreating, nothing more could be said considering he'd been too damn difficult to begin with, so he felt that his job here had been done. He could care less about the conversation now as he got his guitar from his case and let it rest on his stomach as he laid in his bed strumming a soft tune. Of course, even if he said he was entirely mad and could care less about the conversation, that did not stop him from listening in here and there as he closed his eyes making it appear that he had been somewhere else entirely from the room, although physically on the bed it'd appeared his mental side had long since left the building. He had almost gotten away with leaving the dorm in his mind, but that is when he'd felt the bed move some as he heard a string that had not just been struck. He cocked an eye open as he saw that warm smile of his friend as he was sitting beside him, and instantly that harsh rock-like formation in the pit of his stomach started to ease itself as he looked over at the roomie before finding his eyes falling back onto Tim's, a silent plea to not leave his spot as Carter had needed him beside him. It was the only way he could see himself not doing anything too harsh anymore.

Carter relaxed his tense shoulders as he moved his knee so it could rest on Tim's lower back as he sat there. If he could not cuddle he'd at least make the gesture to show Tim that he had wanted to be close to him, and if a knee on the back was as far as he could go that had to be alright with him. He sighed as he strung another soft and beautiful melody closing his eyes once more getting lost in the music as he just listened to the conversation about McFLY. He had felt so much better having two of the greatest things in life by his side, both his guitar in his hands and his best friend on his bed, and to feel his knee against him as gentle as could be made it all the better. Carter did peak open one of his eyes to send the faintest smile up to his friend, it hidden on only the corner of his lip so the new guy couldn't see it, and of course you could see the hurt that'd been in his eyes that he couldn't just sit right up and cuddle with him, or pull him down anyway as cuddling had always been more comfortable laying down. "That where you get the drumming from? The cousin?" He asked, randomly, as he'd remembered that had been what was being delivered. His knee moved softly and gently against the mans back feeling the need to keep letting him know that he'd been there, as if Tim could forget though right?

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[/b]" he nodded, breathing out thankfully, "eventually." Carter would have to get used to it sometime. He could be stubborn as hell when he wanted to, but maybe with time - and a lot of pressure - he would be able to accept this guy into their lives. Or they could all just go on being miserable for their entire senior year. "Yes, I am special," he agreed, interrupting his own train of thought to give his friend a wide smile. Carter tended to make him feel that way, even without the whole paying for him deal. Usually, the two would've exchanged some sort of unnecessary (but still much-coveted) hug at this point, and Tim could practically feel his friend pointing out that they wouldn't be able to do that with Chris around. He sent back an exasperated, I KNOW vibe, careful to keep his expression relaxed and friendly. For once, he was glad the two of them didn't have the ability to telecommunicate; the silent argument would have been unbearable.

He nodded again to the comment about new people, though he'd always been the type to look for the good before the bad. Of course, that had often been one of the benefits of having Carter around: his friend could keep him from being too trusting. Maybe he wasn't giving him enough credit right now... after all, Chris could just be putting on some sort of pleasant act until he gained their trust and then turn into a complete asshole. Stop, Tim told himself. That was exactly the sort of thing he didn't want to do. With a stranger on the street, it would have been, different, but they had to live with this man for the rest of the year. Getting off to a bad start was not an option. At least he and Carter had agreed on something, though... unfortunately, Carter had noticed this too, and quickly fixed the problem of having found common ground with Chris by making yet another stupid comment. Tim struggled to resist the urge to throw his hands up in defeat and leave the room. As it was, let's just say Chris wasn't the one Carter should have been watching cautiously: Tim was about ready to give his friend a good smack. And his smacks could hurt.

Optimistic expression quickly replaced by a scowl, Tim turned to his friend, not even knowing what to say. Ignoring Chris was one thing - being outright rude was quite another. In the end, he simply said, "Carter -" quite sharply and gave the man a warning look, to let him know he was walking on thin ice. He didn't even apologizing for his friends' actions this time. Quite frankly, he was tired of doing it - tired of this whole thing. What was so terrible about Chris that Carter literally had to be a complete bitch to him? Again, Tim pointedly pretended not to hear the man's words, focusing all his efforts on trying to make Chris feel at least a little less awkward. Turning his back to Carter, he spoke once more. "Yeah. Nothing like shopping and food to bring people together. Especially food," he laughed, though it was forced. If he had to take a wild guess, he would say that Carter wouldn't be at all willing to go on this shopping trip, but at the moment he didn't care. He would drag him if he had to - God knows how many times Carter had done the same to him. Unfortunately, Tim was more of a pushover than his friend.

As the man decided to tempt fate by opening his mouth yet again, Tim nearly lost his cool. He turned around, giving Carter his full attention, expression deadly. Slowly, he shook his head, making it clear that his best friend was about to cross the line. He didn't know what exactly he was up to, but figured it couldn't be good. Especially if it involved trying to aggravate their new companion. Now making his hopelessness with the situation blatantly obvious, Tim faced Chris once more, practically begging him not to go for the bait. "Just ignore him. He's trying to piss you off." He had no problem revealing Carter's plan to Chris, since it had been a stupid one in the first place and he didn't want to see it work. That would only add to Carter's determined belief that their new room mate was trouble, and Tim preferred to keep from giving him more evidence of the fact.

"Oh, yeah. 'Interesting' is the word," he sighed in reply to Chris's statement. He didn't know if he'd be able to live in this sort of atmosphere for the entire year. Though, he did have a sneaking suspicion that the minute Carter got out of the dorm he would avoid it like the plague. Not surprisingly, that knowledge kind of hurt. Not just because it would show that even Tim wasn't important enough to make an effort, but also simply because he wouldn't get to see him as often. When Carter wanted to, he could fall straight off the map without a trace. Even Tim had trouble tracking him down at such times. But this wouldn't last too long if Tim had anything to say about it. He would force his friend to sit in a confined space with Chris until he got over himself, if it came down to that.

Despite all the frustration he'd caused, Carter's wounded look made Tim feel instantly sorry. THIS. IS. SO. COMPLICATED. he yelled silently, hoping Chris wouldn't mind being abandoned while he tried to sort out this mess. Not that it was really abandoning, considering the man was still right there in the room with them. When he sat on the bed to see Carter's eyes snap open, he felt even more horrible. He could see the pain there, plain and simple. He also understood the silent plea. Well, if it would help things at all, he was prepared to super glue himself to the bed. Besides, being this close to Carter wasn't really a bad thing, was it? As the man's knee made contact with his lower back, Tim grinned, amused by his antics. It was like a secret truce - a handshake without hands. Actually, that sounded a bit wrong. "It must be cool to be related to someone in a popular band and everything," he said conversationally to Chris, suddenly uncomfortable with the silence.

Whatever melody Carter was playing, it calmed Tim down a bit. He took a deep breath. He - they - would get through this. Somehow. They'd endured far worse, after all. At least in his opinion. Actually, in his opinion, having Chris around wasn't a terrible thing at all. Only Carter was treating it like some sort of miniature apocalypse. Just as he was starting to rile himself up again, Tim caught sight of the half-smile on his friend's face and grinned. Chris probably thought they were the oddest pair by now, but Tim hardly cared. Their new room mate would have to get used to them sooner or later, after all. He tensed when Carter spoke again, but relaxed almost immediately, since his friend's words hadn't been at all rude or accusing. Giving Chris a wry smile, he added, "or does he get the drumming from you?" Lame Timothy joke: Go! He figured no one else would find it amusing, so he chuckled at it himself, silently pleased when Carter nudged him with his knee again. It was almost like a reminder that, despite his odd behaviour, he was still there.

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[chris]

Chris was just ignoring Carter now. Mainly because he was just talking like he was really hard, he didn’t really think he would be that good in a fight, although he looked quite muscular. Well he didn’t know really but Chris had never been in a fight so he was sure to lose anyway. But he just couldn’t be bothered anymore, the guy didn’t like him. Wasn’t lie it was the end of the world or anything, he could deal with it. Just sharing a dorm with him may be hard to avoid him like he wanted to right now but he would do his best to do just that he made a note of avoiding him. Not that he would forget, just because he wanted to be clear with himself that he was going to do it. I mean in all honesty what had he done wrong? He smiled slightly at Tim. Well eventually was better than nothing, at least he was being nice enough anyway, if both of them were being moody then he was in for a long year. Honestly, he was lucky to be here. He didn’t know if many british people went to the school so it was cool to think that he was the few among the many Americans that went to the school. But then again it was an American boarding school. Wasn’t it likely to have loads of different types of foreigners? That is what he would have thought anyway. Well yeah...I am not a major eater but I do like proper good quality food. he said ignoring Carter once again. He didn’t care for his judgements and the way he was acting. In fact, he didn’t care for a lot right now. In all honesty he just couldn’t care less.

seems his plan is working he said to himself and smiled at Tim. Yeah...I kinda guessed. I’ve dealt with people like him before, you are right. Best thing is to ignore. he said. Then he nodded at Tim about it being interesting. It really would be, and he couldn’t believe his year was starting like this, at a new school and all. It almost made him regret being there but he couldn’t regret it. But then again what if he didn’t want to go to Harvard anymore...well in the coming year...what would happen then? He wasn’t the hardest worker and he knew he would have to work so hard to actually succeed, he didn’t even know if he could get the required grades. His parents were putting so much pressure on him though to succeed and he didn’t really want to disappoint them. He hated disappointing them, but then again they had let him go off to school in America....sure they would miss him, he knew that. But he had been at boarding school since the age of eight and he wished that they had protested more for him not to go...especially somewhere miles from home. He felt kind of sad about it really.

He shrugged when Tim talked about it being cool having a relative in a famous band. Its okay I guess he said. We have always gotten on well so he hasn’t really changed. he said. That was one good thing, that fame hadn’t changed him because he knew that it had a different effect on people and he was just glad his cousin hadn’t been one of them. He had hung out with the band a few times as well, they weren’t bad guys or anything so he could deal with them....even if they were slightly immature and annoying sometimes. I am just glad that fame hasn’t changed him he said with a smiled. But we were always close when we were younger, even though there is a big age gap, so its cool to see him when I get chance. he said. When Carter asked whether it was where he got his drumming skills from, then Tim added was it where Harry got his from...being from him...he just laughed. Oh yeah, he totally got his skills from me he laughed.

OOC//shitty shitty post, haven’t done one this bad in a while...like first time joining! Sorry

[carter dominic andrews]

When he felt Tim sit on the bed with him he wished he could grin, but he did not want to give anything away to the new man in the room so that faint smile was all that he was going to get out of him. He was glad that he'd accepted the single touch of his knee on his back, and even the grin that Tim gave him was exciting. When he heard his friend use that lame joke about getting the drumming from him Carter just groaned laughing sarcastically, "Yeah because someone who is in a band that's popular all around the world got their talent from a random high school cousin," He rolled his eyes picking his head up some just to see over to the man on the other end of the table. "Did you just start drumming thinking that because that other guy does it you'd be good too?" He asked, it was a plausible question and he was probably going to get a nudge or something from Tim for it but he couldn't help himself.

He could tell that he was being ignored though, and when he wasn't being completely ignored the man was just throwing snarky comments in his direction, but it was nice that he'd at least gotten recognition from his best friend sitting on the bed with him. "That is the lamest joke i've ever heard," He commented shaking his head as he could feel that the new guy was ignoring him more than he should be. For someone who wanted to make friends and all that shit he was doing a good job of just plain pissing him off. He looked up at Tim once more and just lost himself in the curls of his hair silently imagining what it would be like right now had the added annoyance not been in the room. He would be singing to some random song and he could get Tim to sing along, and they would be having a grand time, and then maybe they would raid the fridge afterwards since one would say that they were starving or something. It was usually Tim considering he'd had one of those bottomless pit stomachs, but it still kept itself pretty damn fit with the sports and exercise he'd do.

Enough was enough though as he groaned and squirmed so he was sitting up behind Tim, his hand slipping towards his shirt since Chris couldn't see from across the room. Carter laughed as he poked his friends side before standing up off of the bed and putting his guitar back in it's case. "Well boys, it's been fun but I have better things to do than get ignored and talked down to in my own damn room." He spoke rather bluntly looking towards the both of them back and forth. "So if you'll excuse me i'm going to go somewhere where i'm actually appreciated," he was sure he could find somewhere around, maybe he could go hang out at the coffee shop with Brad or something. "Oh and new guy, I suggest that next time you come in trying to make friends you check the attitude at the door. I don't need that shit in my dorm," He shook his head as he propped his guitar up in the bag where it'd been before. "And Tim," He looked at his friend and just shrugged shaking his head some, "Todays been a real treat," He told him walking over to his laptop and unplugging it putting both the laptop and cord into it's carrying case and zipping it up. "You two have your fun now, i'm sure it'll be easier to talk about me when i'm gone." He groaned not looking at either as he grabbed the case and walked to the door slipping his sneakers back on and heading out making sure to shut it behind him.

[ since i was having him leave the thread, and most of the time they were just ignoring or talking about him anyway, I pretty much just wrote something out SINCE like the last thing that was said. sorry it's so short but for going off of one sentence I guess I did alright haha. ]

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[/b]" Tim told Chris. With all this talk of food, he was actually getting a bit hungry. Not enough to drag his lazy ass to the kitchen, but enough that he thought it would be best to change the topic of conversation. Somehow, talking about how it was best to ignore Carter didn't seem like the best transition, and Tim shot his friend a guilty look. He honestly didn't know what to do - on one hand, he didn't want to piss Chris off by taking Carter's side. On the other, he didn't feel comfortable talking about the man like that, whether or not he was within earshot. So, he glanced away, hoping to put an end to the whole thing. The feeling in the room had gone from tense to just plain awkward; he didn't like either situation.

Tim nodded as Chris spoke about his cousin, wearing a faint smile. "That's cool. All of my cousins are younger, but it's always fun to hang out with them," his grin widened, remembering how they all used to play hide-and-seek at family get-togethers. Of course, none of his cousins were famous, so he couldn't really relate to the relationship between Chris and Harry. He laughed along with Chris at the thought of his cousin inheriting his drumming skills from him. At least, until Carter decided to start talking again. "It was a joke," he pointed out sharply, moving away from his friend's knee slightly. Just when he thought everything was starting to run smoothly... it seemed that tonight just wasn't his night. He frowned as the man continued, noting out the corner of his eye that Carter was staring at him. Why, he couldn't imagine, but for once in his life he found it unsettling.

He glanced over when Carter sat up, unable to keep from smiling back to the man. Sure, he could get mad at him when he was being an idiot, but holding the grudge was another matter entirely. Besides, he was too exhausted to even try at this point. He raised an eyebrow at his friend's outburst. Carter rarely lost his cool at Tim, but Tim had seen him do stuff like this to other people, and knew that he just needed to have the last word right now. He had the decency to look sorry as the man left the room, then dropped back onto his friend's bed as the door slammed shut. "Ugh," he groaned, staring forlornly at the ceiling. It was blank and boring, but at least he wouldn't have to worry about its feelings. He could call it stupid, annoying and ridiculous, and it wouldn't even care. It would just be there above him in simply existence. If only people were like that.

After letting everything that had just happened sink in, Tim rolled over, looking over at Chris with a grim smile. "Well, unless you feel like storming out too, we can hang..." he pushed himself into an upright position, running a hand through his hair, "aside from that, how do you like Jackson so far?" He waved a hand in the direction Carter had gone to indicate what he meant by 'that.' He was quite sure he'd already asked Chris what he thought of Jackson, but he didn't actually know where else to start the conversation after the weirdness currently clouding the room.

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[chris]

Yeah all food is pretty good huh? he smiled. Chris just pretty much loved food and would eat anything. He wasn’t fussy, he had been around kids in his last school where they were really weird about food and would only have certain ones. Luckily he wasn’t like that, but the people who were, they would stick their name label on everything. He found it kind of sad that people felt they should do that. He didn’t really understand that much why people did it, wasn’t it easier to share some things such as milk and bread instead of having four different types around the place? Well that was what he thought. He had tried to say this but they didn’t want to know. They were just being a little difficult in his opinion, but then there was only one person in his last school who was like that and he didn’t get along with him at all. In fact, he found him to be an asshole and he was the only one that he didn’t miss at school. Okay well maybe he missed Kimberley, but he knew that wouldn’t last forever. He was over her...just. But he kind of wished they could be friends. But then again, there wasn’t much point having a friend who was living half way across the world was there?

I have some younger cousins, but they somewhat annoy me he told him. They are really young and even though I do like kids I can’t be around them too long or I tend to go a little crazy...well with my cousins anyway, they are not exactly the most well behaved children. he told him. They don’t really have that good manners he said. Then he realised he sounded snobby again and mentally slapped himself, yet again. Actually I did it because I liked it, he was the one who taught me he said to Carter with a smile and shook his head. At least he was kind of over being moody with him but he wouldn’t be able to hold it in for that much longer, he was sure to blow up again with all the anger he was feeling towards him. From the moment that he had entered the room, Carter had treated him like shit and he wasn’t used to that. Why couldn’t he say if he had a problem with him, he obviously did have a problem with him and Chris wanted to know why.

He watched Carter as he stormed out and slammed the door, cringing as it slammed and made the walls seem to vibrate because it had been slammed so hard. He wondered if any other student around them would complain because of the noise. He then sighed and shook his head. Why did he have to be so difficult? He smiled at Tim though and nodded when he said they could hang out. Yeah...cool he smiled at him. It would be good to get along with at least one of my roomies he smiled. He wanted to ask Tim why Carter had such a problem with him but he had a feeling that even he didn’t know, so that would be pointless anyway wouldn’t it? Chris shrugged at the next question, asking how he liked Jackson. Carter hadn’t exactly given him the best first impression but Tim was making an effort. Its okay I guess he said. Its weird but I will get used to it. he said. At least the jetlag hasn’t kicked in yet he smiled at him. I guess I am feeling a little homesick though, I mean you are from New York right? You can go home when you want....I am really going to miss my mum’s cooking he admitted. I am used to being away from home but my mum would often send me stuff to cook he said, thinking it would kind of make no sense, since he already knew that he had been to boarding school. So do you like it here? he asked him.

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"Definitely," Tim nodded, agreeing enthusiastically with Chris's statement. Food was a great thing to talk about - everyone had some sort of relationship with it, and everyone had an opinion about it. From scrawny models to meaty chefs, he couldn't think of a single person who wouldn't be able to find something to say about it. Which was why, when he couldn't think of anything else to talk about, he often brought it up. Of course, his conversations seemed to naturally return to it fairly often, anyway, which is what had happened in this instance. "And we eat a lot of it, which is why the people at the grocery store now know us by name," he grinned. That wasn't entirely true, but he and Carter did seem to always be running off to fill their fridge and certainly weren't strangers to the store's employees. In fact, hardly any of the boarding students were.

Tim nodded when Chris mentioned that his younger cousins annoyed him. He definitely understood that. While he usually got on quite well with most of his relatives, he'd encountered the occasional time where he just wanted them to piss off for a while. Even his younger sister, once in a very long while. "I guess it's about patience more than anything.." he commented thoughtfully, noting that Chris seemed to be significantly more annoyed by his cousins than Tim was by his. Tim had always been an incredibly patient person, which was probably why he got along with most people. "Obviously, though, if they're complete brats it's kind of a different story." In Tim's opinion, his cousins were fairly well-behaved. It practically ran in the family, though Tim was certain that his older sister had somehow managed to avoid the gene.

At Chris's sigh after Carter's abrupt departure, Tim simply cast a worried expression about the room, feeling slightly terrible. It seemed that he'd let both his best friend and his new room mate down on the 'keeping everything cool' line, and, while he knew he'd done his best and that Carter's behaviour really wasn't his fault, he could still sense the tiniest twinge of guilt twisting in his stomach. Still, for Chris's sake, he blatantly ignored it. He returned the man's smile, nodding slowly. "Yeah. That's always good. I'll try to... I dunno, talk to him later. If he's speaking to me," he rolled his eyes, knowing that Carter's flair for the dramatic might just end up complicating matters even more. However, he was hardly in the mood to dote on such problems now, and eagerly searched for a way to change the topic of conversation.

"That's how I felt too. And homesick, even though I just live in New York," he admitted, "it was a bit of a shock, since I'd been in public school beforehand. I guess you had a bit of a head start with boarding school." He grinned, feeling himself relaxing a bit. Maybe Carter's legacy of awkwardness wouldn't ruin his and Chris's chances of becoming friends, after all. Tim even managed a short laugh at the comment about jet lag. "Yeah, now that you've said that it's going to hit you twice as hard," he joked, sliding off of Carter's bed, stretching a bit, and stepping over to his own. "Mmm.. mom's cooking, that's what I miss the most. I can go home when I want, but my mom's already worried about me being out here so if I show up too much she might just make me come home for good." He smiled faintly, thinking of his mother. If it hadn't been for Carter, Tim would have gone home in a heart beat. As it was, he knew it would probably be twice as hard to leave Carter as it had been to leave his family. Besides, he would have to get used to living away from them some day. As Chris continued talking about his mom's cooking, Tim brightened, giving him a questioning look. "Hey.. maybe sometime I can take you to my house. I mean, it won't be your mom's cooking, but it'll still be a proper home-cooked meal." Hopefully Chris wouldn't think the suggestion was too weird. Really, Tim just wanted an excuse to see his parents and sisters again. When Chris asked whether he liked Jackson, Tim shrugged. "It's alright. I don't mind the place." In his opinion, school was school, and Jackson High was as good as any.

ooc sorry about the lame quality of that. =P