Calan stared blankly at the page of one of his books as he sat on his bed. For the past hour, he had been 'reading'... Well, if looking at the same sentence for an hour while zoning out counted as reading, then sure, he'd been doing a hell of a lot of it, that day. It was a shame, too... It was such a good book, but he just couldn't focus on it... With a moaning echo, the floorboards of the old house creaked, and a shadow stepped into the hall. Ahh, finally, the first sentence of the chapter registered in his mind, and so his cerulean eyes wandered lazily to the next sentence. Time for another hour spent 'reading'...
Honestly, this reading thing was about the last thing on his mind. Though his face didn't show an ounce of his inner turmoil, Calan was pretty nervous. He was supposed to be getting a roommate today, and well... His last attempt at rooming with someone didn't exactly work out very well. To be honest, that entire day was a pretty huge wreck - yeah, maybe it wasn't good to think about that at the moment.
The vampire wanted to smack himself, really, but it would be awkward to explain the red marks that would stick to his face, considering how hard he wanted to do it. It wasn't like him to be so self-conscious, but yet... He was self-conscious. What if his roommate was a massive jerk, as in a bigger one than Calan himself? What if he was taller than him? What if his roommate was a massive, tall, muscular gay man with huge seme tendencies and a lust for fangs and tails and red hair and- 'OHMYGODWHATISEVEN...' Alright, so that last one was pretty farfetched, but... Damn. Anything could happen!
For once, Calan hoped to god that he and his roommate would collaborate well... If he was going to be stuck sharing a room with some guy for the next... however long until one of them graduated, he kind of wanted to be on good terms. I mean, for his own advantages in the situation. Definitely just for his own advantages. It wasn't like he wanted a friend or something. How absurd!
The teen fiddled with the red and black smokey guitar chip on a chain around his neck, before he made a decision on what to do. Calan sighed, realizing that reading was absolutely hopeless and the moment, and set his book down on the bed. Silently, he reached over and picked his guitar from the wall, a pleasant red-on-black starburst colored acoustic-electric, and set it in his black-clothed lap, his legs tucked in a crossed position. As he sat back against the few pillows that were placed on his bed, he began to strum an idle tune. His naturally-messed hair fell over his eyes, and his maroon dress shirt ruffled as his hands moved his hands.
At first, the melody was from his mind alone, but it quickly morphed into "Welcome To My Life" by Simple Plan. He wasn't sure why, though he didn't dwell too much. Maybe it was just the name of the song and the situation he would soon be facing, in which they'd both literally have to welcome someone into their lives. Maybe it was subconscious troubles making their way to the surface through his music, as they often did. Calan didn't know, and he didn't bother too really look into it either.
Instead of that, he simply let the music consume him, his troubles and the otherwise silent dorm room, the soft melody of his unplugged guitar pleasant. Before he knew what he was doing, he was singing very quietly to the words of the song, letting his mind go blank as his worries evaporated into the strings of his guitar. This... This was one reason he loved music so much. It made everything okay, and it gave him the peace he otherwise lacked.
When would his roommate arrive?
Honestly, this reading thing was about the last thing on his mind. Though his face didn't show an ounce of his inner turmoil, Calan was pretty nervous. He was supposed to be getting a roommate today, and well... His last attempt at rooming with someone didn't exactly work out very well. To be honest, that entire day was a pretty huge wreck - yeah, maybe it wasn't good to think about that at the moment.
The vampire wanted to smack himself, really, but it would be awkward to explain the red marks that would stick to his face, considering how hard he wanted to do it. It wasn't like him to be so self-conscious, but yet... He was self-conscious. What if his roommate was a massive jerk, as in a bigger one than Calan himself? What if he was taller than him? What if his roommate was a massive, tall, muscular gay man with huge seme tendencies and a lust for fangs and tails and red hair and- 'OHMYGODWHATISEVEN...' Alright, so that last one was pretty farfetched, but... Damn. Anything could happen!
For once, Calan hoped to god that he and his roommate would collaborate well... If he was going to be stuck sharing a room with some guy for the next... however long until one of them graduated, he kind of wanted to be on good terms. I mean, for his own advantages in the situation. Definitely just for his own advantages. It wasn't like he wanted a friend or something. How absurd!
The teen fiddled with the red and black smokey guitar chip on a chain around his neck, before he made a decision on what to do. Calan sighed, realizing that reading was absolutely hopeless and the moment, and set his book down on the bed. Silently, he reached over and picked his guitar from the wall, a pleasant red-on-black starburst colored acoustic-electric, and set it in his black-clothed lap, his legs tucked in a crossed position. As he sat back against the few pillows that were placed on his bed, he began to strum an idle tune. His naturally-messed hair fell over his eyes, and his maroon dress shirt ruffled as his hands moved his hands.
At first, the melody was from his mind alone, but it quickly morphed into "Welcome To My Life" by Simple Plan. He wasn't sure why, though he didn't dwell too much. Maybe it was just the name of the song and the situation he would soon be facing, in which they'd both literally have to welcome someone into their lives. Maybe it was subconscious troubles making their way to the surface through his music, as they often did. Calan didn't know, and he didn't bother too really look into it either.
Instead of that, he simply let the music consume him, his troubles and the otherwise silent dorm room, the soft melody of his unplugged guitar pleasant. Before he knew what he was doing, he was singing very quietly to the words of the song, letting his mind go blank as his worries evaporated into the strings of his guitar. This... This was one reason he loved music so much. It made everything okay, and it gave him the peace he otherwise lacked.
When would his roommate arrive?