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Colton wasn’t sure what to expect from his dorm mate. First, what kind of name was Mieczyslaw anyway? Even the ‘preferred name’ of Stiles was a little weird. He was also older than the typical college freshman, having gotten a deferred enrollment due some circumstances no one was talking about. Colton had also been informed that there was an accident and Stiles was going to be a few days late arriving, so by the time he finally arrived Colton was in class. He came back from his intro to philosophy class to a the most unexpected sight he could imagine. The dude was hot. 6’, dark hair, and eyes that he couldn’t quite decide what color they were. This was the kind of guy that made a guy question his sexuality a bit. He also straddled that previously unsuspected line between serial killer and model.
Colton smiled and held out his hand as he said, “Hey dude, good to meet you, I’m Colton!”
Stiles didn’t smile. He looked at Colton’s outstretched hand and just said, “Don’t call me dude.”
Colton dropped his hand as the smile dropped off his face. Behind him someone else burst through the door. Colton turned to see the guy who’d burst in carrying another apparently heavy box while sweat poured off his face. “Hey asshole! Why’d you leave this box for me? It weighs a ton!” New guy was younger, probably still in high school.
Stiles shrugged, the lack of concern apparent on his face “You packed it, I figured you were fine with carrying it.”
“You’re the worst, why do I bother.” New guy said. Then, looking at Colton, the new guy smiled and said, “Hey man, you must be Colton!”
Colton grinned. Too bad this guy wasn’t going to be his roommate! “That’s me!”
New dude dropped the heavy box on the floor with a relieved sigh. “Oh, thank god!” He looked at Stiles, “Please move those to the corner for me? I’ll buy pizza for dinner? Or flowers? I’ll photoshop earmuffs onto pictures of Uncle Peter for you. Please?”
Stiles rolled his eyes and walked over and lifted the heavy box with ease. Colton was impressed despite himself.
New guy turned back to Colton, “Hi I’m Stiles, I’m guessing you met this surly bastard already?” He said pointing at the guy who was apparently not Stiles.
“No. We only got as far as he was not ‘dude’.” Colton said with a smile.
Not-Stiles rolled his eyes and didn’t say anything as he opened another box and unpacked it.
Real Stiles laughed and added “Ignore him. He got up on the surly side of his whole life. If you call him dude long enough, he’ll stop telling you to not call him that anymore.”
“You’re a lost cause.” Not-Stiles replied. “There’s still potential Colton doesn’t want to die in his sleep.”
Real Stiles just laughed, so Colton decided that not-Stiles liked to lean into the serial killer vibe he had going.
“So, what is your name not-Stiles?” Colton finally asked.
“Derek.” The guy replied not bothering to look up.
“Cool.” Colton replied. “Do you go to school here?”
Derek snorted and didn’t reply.
“Naw, he went to NYU.” Stiles replied. “For art history and engineering.”
Derek rolled his eyes again but continued to not say anything. Colton and Stiles stood and chatted animatedly while Derek finished unpacking all of Stiles boxes and breaking the cardboard down into an easy to dispose of bundle. When he was done, he stood up and looked at Stiles. “Where’s my pizza?”
Stiles rolled his eyes at him. “I’ve been waiting on you big guy. I’ve been over here just starving while you go through all my worldly belongings. God Derek, it’s called privacy.”
“All your worldly belongings? What about the entire roomful at your dad’s plus another room at my house? Plus the stuff in my garage, and don’t think I don’t know about the boxes you’ve got in the basement and the attic.”
“Derek, if you’re going to start correcting everything I say I’m going to bring Scott next time. “Stiles said. “Now let’s go, I’m starving!”
Colton watched them walk out the door, trying to figure out exactly what their relationship was. A moment later Derek popped his head back inside. “Well? Are you coming?”
Colton smiled and grabbed his phone off the charger and followed them out.