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Dorm Room 210
Vincent's Point of View (when Lillian interfered) – Dorm Room 210 Once again, I stood across from Noah, my baby brother. My baby brother: he wasn’t much as a baby anymore. Turning nineteen changes the way you look at a person. It changes your views on them; the ones that reflect back onto yourself. I guess I should’ve made the effort to see him more frequently. If it wasn’t for dad, we might’ve reconnected once more. It’s stupid to think I could get away from this fate. Choosing to run and avoid confrontation, to avoid being grown up. But no matter who you grow up with, you’re going to end up in the same spot destiny presented you with. Justin taught me that well. I found it amusing to watch my brother’s roommate stumble her way in with the redhead helping her out. I couldn’t help but glance at my parents as they watch with excitement sparkling through them. Having to disappear in almost five years doesn’t put your instincts off target apparently. “Hey!” The blonde exclaimed happily, pointing unstably towards me. “You’re back! I didn’t see you all night long. It’s like you…you disappeared!” I watched her stumble some more, and even went to actually chuckle. “You’re Invisible Man!” I wanted to tease this girl just to see what reactions could come of being drunk. One look at my brother, kept me quiet. Unlike my parents and I, Noah’s expression was drenched in worry and adoration. Ah, more than just a roommate. “I found her like this with Cleo. They were about to unleash their claws.” This is certainly interesting. The prospect of seeing an angel revealing her horns in such a state left me to wonder the possibility of my brother falling for her. Yes, I see the way he wants to hold her close to him, and the pain of seeing her act not quite herself. The far across look resorted my mind back to Cassandra; moments of when I felt as though I was close to losing her to other men. Both women possess a beauty that we Sky’s could not walk away from. I would know. Noah’s roommate blabbered on about superheroes (I think she’s got an inner nerd in her) and even went ahead to glare at my father laughing. Laughing... Jennifer Yes, I can tell Noah had an excellent taste for women. I saw the way she stumbled and the tightness of his hold. I saw the change of atmosphere and the contentment of having her in his arms. She made the effort to turn and face us; the daze, uncertainty look portraying in her eyes. I could see where his priority laid. Smiling wistfully, I decided to take my leave. “We can always have another chat some other time,” I said, pocketing my hands. “Take the blond upstairs—” “Her name’s Lillian!” “Feeling hot, like a sunrise!” Was what Lillian said, as Noah continued telling me to respect her and such. It was time to act responsible. “She can barely stand on her own two feet, let alone have a bloody conversation. No offence, love.” “I thought you two were supposed to talk it out, not have an argument.” Trust me; we’ve already “talked” it out. “They’re not arguing, sweetie,” Mum said. She glanced between my brother and me, the confused complexion dancing across her face. Wasn’t she aware that we’ve met before? “Go in a room and stay there until you and you talk it out and, and come back laughing. Now, shoo! Go!” Apparently not. Noah’s face seemed shock as he jerked his eyes towards me. No, he hadn’t said anything to her about this. Looking at mum, I could tell she wanted to ask this openly as well but with a shake on my behalf she stayed quiet. “You promised me you’d stay when this happens. Whether you’re out of it or not, you’re not leaving my side. You convinced me to talk to him.” Ah, right okay then. “It took your roommate to convince you to talk to your brother? Does she tell you when to shower as well?” “You have no right to make that comment! Just because you suddenly appear before me, does not mean you’re allowed to bite anyone’s head off.” Maybe not, but it hurt to know Noah didn’t willingly want to see me. Or maybe he had but didn’t know how to confront it. Same old Noah. “Don’t be melodramatic.” I noticed the change of the house.“You re-painted the ceiling I see.” “Don’t you dare avoid the subject, Vincent!” I tugged my hand with his. “That’s not the way to go about it…” “Noah my man!” Jesse strutted through the door looking wild and definitely drunk. He hadn’t really grown much since the last time I saw him, but there was an edge that have him a mature look. Time passed by fast. “Noah,” Lillian said, cutting off my thoughts. “Let’s go and dance; it’s your birthday.” Noah shook his head. “Give it just a few more—” “No she’s right,” I jumped in, realizing I overdid my stay. “I’ve got work tomorrow evening. I need as much sleep as I can get.” “But you just…” I shook my head. “I have a presentation in tomorrow’s conference. I’ll be fired if I’m not there in time.” “You have a job? But…how—where the hell did you manage to get a job?” It was one of the topics I didn’t get to cover while he visited, and the look in my eye must’ve implied to him that it’s not open for discussion right now. “When will you visit again?” He asked. I opened my mouth to say tomorrow if he wanted, but quickly rethought. The possibility of meeting up with him while exams were approaching would just leave him distracted. So instead, I said; “I’m having a family dinner next week with mum and dad. They want to meet my girlfriend, Cassandra. Both of you come and we can talk about my adventures of disappearing.” I doubt Cassandra would let them. Running my hands on his blazer, I took out a small box wrapped in silver and gave it to Noah and gave him a hug around the neck. “Happy birthday, my little brother. Tell mum and dad I’ll see them soon.” It wasn’t until I was out of the house did I feel the need to turn around and just…talk to him. No fights, no sarcastic comments on who left who, but a real talk. Then I remembered his roommate, Lillian and felt myself laughing despite the situation. Just thinking about those two together made me feel less guilty than what I felt.
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Nicole's POV "The 'Break up' Scene" "Noah, may I talk to you for a second?" "Sure," he replied. We both stood up almost in sync and walked towards a wall, clear of anyone overhearing the conversation. I had a feeling, as we drew closer to the wall, things would be much smoother once I told him; although I hated it, it was the right thing to do. So as I tried to control my breathing, Noah leaned against the wall, looking both concerned and patient as he waited for me to say something. I felt really short standing before him. I mean, I never minded our height difference before, and the only time I ever did was back in high school and that was because someone like him—someone who I thought was cocky and selfish—would never care about a person like me. Never had I thought inside the tough face was a guy who could accept someone like me with opened arms and a smile on my face. Taking a deep breath, I tried to remind myself that this was still the same Noah who I got to know. Twiddling with my fingers and moving my feet, a habit I do when I’m nervous, I opened my mouth. “I just want you to know how sorry I am for causing you trouble and making you do something no one else would ever do. I’ve been holding you back from dating other girls because of my selfish reasons, but I just want you to know that your help is no longer required anymore.” This made his face relax a little, his posture now more acknowledgeable. “I had no problems being with you, even if it was an act. Considering with all the shit you’ve been through, it’s nothing.” And then he sighed; he sighed in a way that made me want to smile sadly, knowing what was coming next. Ranking his fingers through his hair, he looked at me straight in the eyes and said, “But I’m glad you came and talked to me. I know with our last conversation, you weren’t eager in letting this go because of your fear in letting people know.” I had no idea tears were threatening to fall down my face until I felt his palm rest on my cheek. My lip trembled, as he rubbed his thumb over the skin. Smiling sadly, he continued. “I think you’re a brave person, Nikki. You’re the bravest I know.” I scoffed, loving his compliment but hating it at the same time. “Oh stop it, seriously, before you show your feminine side out.” “I don’t see it as a problem.” I sniffed, pulling back as much tears as possible, which only led a few to fall down. I wrapped a hand around his, enjoying his touch even when I didn’t feel anything but comfort. “I’m sorry for yelling at you. You told me you wanted to end it weeks prior because you fell in love with Lil—” His neck started to redden. Slightly chuckling, he removed his hand and used it to rub his neck, as if trying to rub his embarrassment away. “I said I liked her.” I rolled my eyes, stopping the urge to slap him. “You think I don’t know what love is? Stop denying it; you should tell her though.” Now he rolled his eyes. “I’ve been giving her hints.” I frowned. “I’m not a bitch but I’m going to be one right now. Noah, she’s a blond; what makes you think she’ll know without you telling her?” He grimaced, looking down as if ashamed. “She’s dating Raven. Besides…It’s embarrassing.” I wanted to laugh in his face. Such innocence for a guy who was willing to have sex with a lesbian just to see whether it was a phase I was going through. Sighing instead, I reached up and patted his shoulder, smiling as he pouted. “It’s okay; I’ll help to convince the girl you’re in love with see what an amazing guy you are.” “I don’t need help.” “Ah! You didn’t deny it either!” Noah rolled his eyes, smiling a little before he stood straight, patting my head. “Glad we broke up this way.” I stood up straight, wiping away any excess tears as I smiled too. “Same. Now let’s go back to eat, I’m starving.” So maybe I had no reason to panic after all. If Noah accepted me for who I am then I’m sure everyone else would too. It was time to come out and live a life of truth instead of secrets. As I walked back towards our table (aware of Raven and Lillian holding hands—poor Noah), I made a decision: I would tell them without being ashamed of who I am.
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Chapter 13
Noah's Point Of View: I don’t like it.... This feeling feels just as worse when Vincent left; cold, bitter, lonely… I don’t like it whatsoever. Who the hell does she think she is? Going around and flaunting her mischief about, turning heads shifted in her direction. It’s unbelievably insane. And especially how the one person she can only go to just has to be Raven. It’s always Raven. Bloody hell, even Vincent favoured him at times. It was maddening! “Raven is such a good friend…Raven, you’re an angel…Raven, you’re going to grow up into a fine gentlemen. You watch little man; the girls are going to fall for you—” I got to stop this, it isn’t healthy. But so isn’t Lillian. She’s like a disease—those type of colds you can’t really get over with. She’s like a god damned headache that forces your sight to go dizzy with. There she goes in one direction; her smiles, her little quirky flaws, that mysterious air around her, as if she’s got a big secret on the tip of her tongue. She’s got me thinking about her like a fucking disease! I don’t like it. I let my head drop in my hands, collecting my breathing as I did so. Before I even met her, my life was in control. I had good friends, a semi well-kept family, (cause seriously, who’s family is perfect?) not to mention a girlfriend… Who I don’t love. Who’s using me; who can’t fight her own battles; who is so desperate in changing the way she is. The minute I found out about her secret, I knew not many people would accept her. Bloody hell, no one accepted her in high school! Besides, I was kind of interested in her. She was…different, unique. Probably one of those souls that know what I am going through. I’m as confused as to what she wants now. That fight was so stupid to begin with. One minute she’s convinced she’s going to come out the next, she’s hiding underneath her shell. And now we’re not on talking terms anymore. Talk about déjà vu. Maybe it’s best to tell Lillian; just to come clean, make her trust me. Make her understand me a little more, expand my circle. I don’t think I’ll have the heart to say sorry to her just yet. The last thing I need is another disappointment. I’ve already lost Vincent. Lillian is going to be my roommate until whenever apparently. There’s no changing that scenario. Suddenly I heard the sound of a door opening, calling my name. "Noah?" I ignored him, more focused on Lillian. I had to make her trust me… But how? I sighed in my head. I’m no good at this shit.
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Chapter 13: Jesse’s Point of View: “Raven,” she cried, jumping in my roommates outstretched arms. Pathetic really. That girl could twist my organs and not allow me to have any children but can cry at the sight of Raven. Is she on her period or what? Raven seemed to be as understanding as ever; watching him calm her down like a fragile pup, hushing all the bullshit the males do to keep their dogs at bay. Then again, his movements were all but impatient as the look in his eyes held some sort of affection. I would know because I’ve been caught giving those looks to her. I knew it was time to leave and let the blonde cry. “I’m going Noah’s,” I mumbled, not even waiting for a reply before closing the door behind me. The cool air rushed to my skin immediately. I rubbed over the area where Lillian kicked, wincing at how sensitive they were. Bloody hell, she could kick. I don’t think I’ve ever came across a chick like her before. The minute I saw her I knew she wasn’t like those easy girls you find to flirt and sleep around with. I guess that’s what made me so smug when she talked to Noah like that. I still find the opportunity to dismiss her presence just to see what she’d do. Apparently on her period she goes ape-shit. Just like Rachel. I groaned out loud and cursed for even comparing the two. Rachel does not need to be compared with anyone; she’s more beautiful and smart and dedicated to her friends. When she’s mad, it doesn’t look as if a monster just took over her. No, when she’s mad, she becomes even more stunning: scary, but stunning. And it gets even hotter in the bedroom. Just thinking about her made the pain subside. I walked towards Noah’s separate dorm room, just needing a mate who’s not preoccupied with a crying girl. Not even bothering to knock, I opened the door and yelled, “Yo Noah! Your blonde roommate’s crying her eyes out man. I think there was snot running down…Noah?” My best mate since seven years old, always downright cocky and selfish and prude sat on his bed with his head in between his hands, looking fragile, weak and hurt. He was hurt. I’ve only ever seen Noah look like this when Vincent suddenly disappeared almost seven years ago. Seven years! And between the years had he only ever covered up the emotion with, what Raven and I call it, swag. “Hey,” I said and closed the door behind me, walking towards him. He didn’t flinch nor acknowledged my presence. If it were anyone else I’d be pissed. Who would want to ignore one of the head of school’s son? Noah certainly was an exception being in the same boat as me. Still, for him to be ignoring me… “Oi man, what’s with that face?” Noah didn’t answer. I punched his shoulder then but didn’t get a response. Is he joking? Is this badass going to sit there and sulk like a puss? I groaned out loud but sat next to him regardless, waiting for him to sober up. In the meantime I thought to myself, what colour is Rachel wearing today?
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