FRESH OUT OF LiFE [open]

[Harley Mason]

[ HARLEY RAINE MASON ]

The male groaned as he lugged his massive trunk up to his dorm, which he would be sharing with some random guy he's never met before. How fun. After he finally got the stupid thing through the door he sat down on it, resting for a minute while looking around the room. Pretty typical dorm for a highschool, nothing too fancy, but it wasn't run down either. Why the hell he had decided it'd be a great idea to shove all his shit in a huge trunk was totally beyond him. Harley had just arrived in the US from London today. Everything was very new to him and he had probably one of most thick British accents you ever heard.

Harley's eyes scanned the place. No sign of the other boy, except for his stuff and the like. The boy lugged his trunk over to his bed, putting it at the foot. A dresser was there, awaiting him. With nothing better to do, Harley started unpacking his luggage. The few top things in his trunk were pictures of his family. He smiled as he looked at the one of him and his mom, smiling happily and laughing near the shore of Britain with a lighthouse in the background and his mother's hair whipping out in all directions. He put that ontop of the dresser, turning to the next picture. It was of Quinn, his ex-girlfriend, and his and her baby boy, Damien. His face grew sad and he quickly placed the picture next to the one of him and his mom.

Clothing was easy to unpack, and it didn't take much time. Soon enough the trunk was empty except for a few things he was unsure of where to place. Sighing, Harley plopped down on his bed, which was relatively comfy. Now all he had to do was find a friend and figure out this school.

[Callum Kevins]

Callum kicked the cardboard box that he had stuffed all his things into. It moved an inch, then stopped. He kicked it again. It moved, and stopped. He continued to do this over and over again, until he finally reached his dorm room. Without looking up, he kicked the box extra hard over to the bed on the right, and it rammed into the corner. Letting out a huge breath, Callum dusted his hands off in an accomplished manner, grinning cheekily.

"That was.... easy.....ish." He walked over and leant down, before noticing that he was not alone in the room. He looked up innocently, to find a boy probably a bit older than him, already unpacked. Callum noted that he must have been a tad bit late. Hey, he couldn't help it! The box was being stubborn!

[Harley Mason]

[ HARLEY RAINE MASON ]

A noise made Harley jump out of his thoughts of this new life he was creating for himself and into the real world. His honey-coloured eyes scanned the room and a smile was put on his face as he saw a boy with black hair and a lip ring kick a box toward the other bed in the room. Harley was unsure of what to do, the boy hadn't seemed to notice him yet. He listened the the other guy talk to himself and move over to his box. It was then that the younger boy noticed him.

Harley raised a hand and waved slightly. "'Hiya." He said, his thick British accent ringing in the air. He felt as if it created a huge sign on top of his head that said "FOREIGN!" in bright neon lights with an arrow pointing at him. Oh well, he had heard stories of how some girls just swooned over accents. But of course, those could just be stories. Plus, Harley wasn't sure if he even wanted a girlfriend. Anwyay, back to reality, "I'm Harley. Harley Mason." He told the boy, a small smile on his face.

[Callum Kevins]

Callum smiled, reaching out to shake Harley's hand.

"Callum Kevins, at your service," he said, nodding his head at him before going back to unpacking. It wasn't hard, because he didn't have much to unpack.

Once he was done, he flopped himself down on his bed, breathing out and closing his eyes.

"So, you new 'ere?" he asked, still not opening his eyes.

[Harley Mason]

[ HARLEY RAINE MASON ]

Harley shook the other boy's hand. Callum Kevins, interesting name. He memorized it along with the boy's distinct features. He watched him unpack, leaning against the wall his bed was pushed up against.

Harley smiled as the boy flopped down on his bed, then sighed softly as Callum asked him if he was new. "Sure am. Just moved here from London." Though how that wasn't totally obvious, Harley didn't know. His British accent was a tell-tale sign that he was from Somewhere, England.

"How long have you been coming here?" Harley asked.

[Callum Kevins]

Callum chuckled.

"Shoulda known," he said as Harley told him that he was from London. "I used to live there. But that was a shit load of years ago. Lost my accent." He pouted, remembering his beloved accent.

When he asked Callum how long he had been coming here, Callum turned to look at him and stuck out his tongue in a funny way.

"Too long, in my opinion," he grinned.