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Hayden had spent the majority of the bus journey in silence. He had luckily been able to secure the window seat thanks to his inability to ever be late, so he had used that as an excuse to simply stare out at the passing scenery instead of interacting with the people he was seated next to. Thankfully, they allowed him to ignore them, glaring out of the window as he regretted all of his life choices that had lead him to today. Hayden hated camping.
They arrived at the campsite after what felt like hours and Hayden knew that he could no longer get away with ignoring the others. Perhaps it was a blessing in disguise that he had been paired with strangers; he was certain that everyone he had met so far already hated him, so at least they were hopefully neutral about him and the trip would pass with little drama. He closed the book that he hadn’t even read a single page of and stood to get off of the bus, ❝ I can’t say I’ve ever put a tent up before, I’m not sure how useful I’m going to be right now. ❞
( dianagupta )
Today was Sunday and normally Diana would have been using that opportunity to enjoy a day off from her hard work week, but since she had extra work to do from deciding to do some overtime, she got up early - 8 o’clock sharp - to put on her blazer and pantsuit so that she could get into that “working mindset”. As she left her bedroom, she spotted her laptop sitting on the tall dining table that sat parallel to the counters, refrigerator, and stove from the night before when she’d made some shrimp linguine and enjoyed her meal alongside her various excel documents. She walked over and set a pan on the stove top, preparing herself to make some eggs, sunny side up style. Before she could even pull the eggs out of the fridge though, she heard a key turning in the lock. She wasn’t expecting a roommate, in fact, she’d specifically asked the initiative not to give her one. Having another person around just made the odds of getting distracted by obnoxious conversation much more probable.
What came as even more of a surprise though was how attractive the man who walked through the door was. Now, any typical person who have been excited about this happening, but this outcome just made Diana incredibly angry. For the longest time she’d known herself as gay, but now she wasn’t sure, and this just upped any and all anger flowing through her system. Diana chomped down hard on her lower lip and rolled her eyes dramatically before turning back to her pan without saying a word. She grabbed the carton of eggs from the fridge, and began cracking them atop the metal without a word to the new, unasked for, addition to her apartment. After cracking three eggs and letting them cook during the few minutes of silence that occurred between her and the man, Diana couldn’t stand just standing there any longer. Whipping around, she spoke first. “Care to explain why you’re standing there like an idiot in my dormitory?” she snarled angrily. “I believe that you’re in the wrong place.”
Hayden had been focussing so hard on hoping that there would be no one in the dorm as he walked in, that he found himself at a loss what to do. He felt a familiar pang of anxiety and, not sure what to say, he simply gave her a curt nod and proceeded to step back into the hall to retrieve his other suitcases. When he stepped back into the room, she had turned his back to him and it was clear that she did not want him there. While the prolonged silence that currently filled the room was unsettling, it was decidedly preferable to having a roommate who was determined to fill silences with mindless chatter and conversation. Hayden regarded her quietly, peering over at the kitchen as he walked in with his final bag. She was attractive, that much was certain. Her expression was clearly one of frustration and anger, but even so there was softness in her features.
He almost jumped when she turned and spoke, glad that he had not been looking at her as he preoccupied himself with his luggage. Glancing up at her steely expression, Hayden felt an unreasonable surge of anger course through him. He had no right to be angry, since he himself was not happy with this arrangement, but his anger had never been rational. It came in unexpected waves alongside his anxiety. ❝ Unfortunately, there is no mistake. ❞ Usually he would have some quick witted remark, but ever since the incident with his brothers he had lost a great deal of his sense of humour. ❝ I suppose you’ll have to start referring to it as our dormitory. I’m Hayden. ❞ He was making sure to avoid using his last name as much as possible, enabling him to fly under the radar.
Hayden dragged his suitcase behind him as he made his way towards his new living quarters, frustrated that he was having to move his own luggage. His journey from Greece had been long and exhausting; with his first flight having been delayed, he then missed his connecting flight in Vienna and had to spend an unexpected five hours in the airport. Even with full access to the First Class Lounge, that was still a drag. A normal person would be relieved to have finally arrived, to be just moments away from a bed they could claim for their own, but all Hayden could do was stress over what he might be walking into. After a long phone call a week prior he had assessed that there were no single rooms at Astra, and so he knew that he was likely to be walking in to a dorm that was already occupied; he could only hope that his roommate had not arrived yet. Turning the key in the lock, he peered into the room with baited breath, praying to find it empty.
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❨ TASK F I V E ❩ –– aesthetic.
❝ deep pockets and empty hearts rule the w o r l d. ❞
↪ stefan molyneux.
Cruel Intentions (1999) dir. Roger Kumble
Hayden had been in the complex for a couple of days now, meaning that he was fairly well settled. Being in the dorm set up was a shock to his system, having lived alone in his generous penthouse for so long, but he was starting to get used to it. Currently, he was in the convenience store, eyeing the vast array of sickly looking American snacks on display. ❝ Is there anything here that doesn’t look like it just tastes like a colour ?? ❞ He scoffed, picking up a bag of what looked like innocent crackers, but turned out to be cheesy monstrosities. ❝ I think I may have to brush up on my cooking skills. ❞