Book summary: Reginald Peters. A newcomer in his last year/last semester in college. He had to exchange colleges for...reasons. He’s shy, though doesn’t always show it. He smart, but acts stupid. And best of all, he’s part of a band now.
Reggie looked down at the paper, that held both his schedule and his dorm location. “Building C,” he questioned to himself. “How many freakin dorm buildings do they need,” he mumbled.
They gave him a map of the campus, but it didn’t help. The most it did was label the sidewalk he was on. “Street names for sidewalks,” he questioned, scratching the back of his neck. He shook his head, following the building on his sidewalk, seeing a building labeled, ‘C’ on the map.
He shrugged, it was a shot. Considering it's noon and he’s been looking for this building since 9:30 in the morning. It was a huge campus, heck even that seemed like an understatement. He folded his schedule back up, sliding it into his plaid shirt pocket and walking to the end of the sidewalk, where building ‘C’ sat.
He stood there, taking in the sight. Every floor above the first -what he assumed was the first floor anyways- held two-way windows. There was one every now and then, assuming it was a room. “Wow,” he breathed out. He walked up to the doors, that looked to be sliding doors. He stood in front of them, but they didn’t budge.
He furrowed his eyebrows, confused, “Are they stuck?” A mic feedback caught his attention, his ears practically perking up. “May I help you,” a voice called out. “Uh, yeah. I’m new. This is my dorm? They said they put my stuff in my room,” Reggie explained. He assumed the girl heard him because the door opened. He walked in, walking over to the desk.
The woman was perky, considering she was practically a receptionist at a college dorm. “Name please,” she asked. “Reginald Peters,” he smiled. She returned the smile, typing the name into the computer. “Ah yes. Your keycard should be ready tomorrow,” she mumbled, handing him a set of keys. He hooked the onto his lanyard, sliding it back into his pocket.
He raised an eyebrow, “Keycard?” “Ah,” she laughed, “You’ll need a keycard to enter every building. The keys are just for your dorm room. I have a spare key down here, but I suggest getting one copied and keeping it in your bookbag or something. Reggie smiled and nodded, “Thank you. Uh...could you tell me how to get to my dorm please?”
She nodded, pointing to the elevator, “One floor up. Take a right.” He nodded, “Thank you.” She smiled, “I hope you enjoy your semester.” “Thank you,” he said again, walking over to the elevator. He hit the up arrow, it being the only option right here.
He waited a few seconds, before the ding. He quickly scanned the elevator, seeing no one in there. He walked in as the doors shut and hit the circle beside ‘F1’.
About 20 seconds later another ding rang out and the doors opened again. He walked out, taking a right as instructed, looking at the spaced-out rooms.
He smiled, grabbing his lanyard, and unlocking the door. The second he opened it he was hit in the face, with a pillow. He groaned, tucking his lanyard back in and shutting the door. He opened his eyes to see two men, and music. Soundproof walls, he noted. The man looked about his height, reached over, and turned off the music. The taller, blonde, man turned to him, “Sorry.”
“Are you our new roommate,” the Bowen-haired boy smiled. Reggie sighed, unfortunately. “Yes, nice to meet you. I’m Reginald Peters,” he introduced. “Alex...Alex Mercer,” the blonde introduced. “Luke Patterson,” the brown-haired boy smiled. He looked behind them, the room wasn’t as messy as he thought it would be. Two bunk beds. One of the windows he saw earlier. Curtains...for some reason. A door to the right and a door to the left.
He gave a weak smile as he passed Alex and walked over to a bunk bed, where his luggage was. “Which one is mine,” he asked. “Bottom,” Luke said. “That’s what you are,” Alex laughed. Reggie ducked as Luke threw another pillow at Alex. “You wish,” he shouted. Alex laughed, picking up both pillows and throwing them at Luke.
He smiled to himself, sitting on his mattress. “Hey,” Luke said, catching both pillows, “I noticed they brought in a big bag, what instrument do you play?” Reggie instinctively touched his gig bag, “Bass.” He saw Luke and Alex exchanged glances. He was about to ask if something was wrong when Luke grabbed his shoulders and shook him slightly, “Wanna join our band?!”
Reggie raised an eyebrow, “What?” “Luke,” Alex smacked his arm, “Stop shaking everyone. Your gonna give someone a concussion.” Luke stopped immediately, though the sparkle in his eyes wasn’t missed as him and Reggie stared at each other. “We have a band, wanna join? We’ve been looking for a bassist for months! Your a miracle,” Luke smiled. Reggie glanced at Alex who simply shrugged and walked over to the opposite set of bunk beds.
“We’ve known each other for a minute...maybe less,” Reggie questioned. “Well, how long have you played,” Luke asked. “Since I was fourteen,” Reggie shrugged. “That’s it. You're in. No debate,” Luke smiled. Reggie smiled, maybe sharing a room wasn’t a bad idea after all. “What instrument do you guys play,” he asked. “Drums,” Alex smiled. “Guitar. And our friend, Julie, plays Piano. Her best friend, Hayley, is our lead singer,” Luke explained.
“So she doesn’t play an instrument,” Reggie asked. “She plays guitar,” Alex said. “Shouldn’t she be your rhythm guitarist then,” he questioned. Luke whipped around to Alex, “I told you!” Alex laughed. “And get off my bed,” he added. So that was Luke’s bed, Reggie made a mental note. “Bite me,” Alex snapped. “Maybe later,” Luke winked.
We’re they a thing? He wouldn’t mind, he wasn’t homophobic, just curious.
Alex chuckled, “A deal is a deal.” Luke nodded and bent down, looking up at Reggie, “So what do you say Reg?” “Reg,” he questioned. Luke blushed slightly, “Of course. Reginald is too much on the tongue.” Reggie laughed, “I’ll think about it.” Luke sighed and smiled, “Wasn’t a no.” “Wasn’t a yes,” Reggie corrected. Alex laughed again, “I like you, Reggie.”
Reggie smiled, “That’s nice. I like you guys too.” Luke smiled and flopped onto the ground with a loud sigh, “It’s been a nice Saturday.” When his phone rang.
