Paris let out a long sigh as he set down his bags in front of the boys dorms. [b]"Time for an enjoyable year at college."[/b] He mumbled sarcastically. He looked around the place. It was a pretty nice building, the ground were well kept. There were a few students walking outside, probably headed to the dining hall/cafeteria thing. He took in a deep breath and picked up his bags again. He walked up the long steps to his floor. He'd already checked in that morning but his parents had wanted to eat lunch with him so getting moved in would have to wait. In fact, his parents were probably already in his rooms with everything all prepped for him. He closed his eyes, preparing for the aggravation. His parents had always run his life for him. Maybe now he'd get a chance to make his own choices, create himself as he wanted. That is, if his parents didn't meddle. As he approached the top floor, he searched for his room number. 655... He had to walk a ways but he finally found it. [i]Well, going to a from the room is going to give me a work out I hadn't expected. Couldn't my parents at least have gotten me a room on the first floor?[/i] He rolled his eyes and opened the door. As he entered, he was struck by the smell of flowers. [i]Shit... Mom's been at it again.[/i]

[b]"Honey!"[/b] She belted, running from the opposite side of the room to hug him, his dad only steps behind. He could feel the texture of her blonde hair sprayed hair. His dad was always a bit more calm and relax, his own black hair brushed back slightly. He looked rather disheveled as a piece of his hair was falling out of place and his breast pocket napkin wasn't quite straight. He must be more nervous about this than he seemed. 

[b]"Mom, I saw you like... 25 minutes ago."[/b] He told her, pulling back and looking her in the eyes with a small smile on his lips.

[b]"I know, but you took so long getting over here. You're father and I, and the workers, have already finished touching up your room."[/b] She explained, motioning for him to look around. He did, chuckling. What he assumed used to be a rather common living area now looked rather... posh. They'd even gone so far as to have the walls painted black. There was a nice white sofa in the living room and a giant flat screen opposite it. There were several pictures hanging, most of them of high class art. He'd have to change that later. He walked over to the door that he assumed led to his bedroom and walked inside. Same thing as the living area. Black and white room, well half of it anyway. The other half was mostly bare and still the same shades as it was supposed to be. Even the queen sized bed was the best quality they could afford. It dwarfed the size of the twin bed his roommate would have. He sighed. They certainly spared no expense. When he walked into the bathroom, the same black and white colors hit him in the face. Even the damned shower curtain. At least they couldn't make the shower any bigger than it already was. He'd dread to have friends over. They'd all think he tries too hard. He walked out of the bathroom with a small on his face.

[b]"Looks great Mom, thanks. But, I really have to go now. I've got to go see what classes I have and things like that. I promise, I call you on the weekends, okay?"[/b] He told her giving her a hug and a kiss on the cheek. He walked over his dad and pulled at his Dad's hand shaking it before pushing them out the door. [b]"Bye guys! Call you soon!"[/b]

[b]"Wait, honey!"[/b] He heard her yell as he closed the door. When he'd finally heard them walk away he slid down to the floor. He glared at the room. [b]"You and I have our work cut out for us, Room."[/b] He told it mockingly. He let out another long sigh and walked over to his bag. He pulled out whatever paperwork he needed, his ID, and his room key before walking back out the door. He didn't worry about locking the door behind him because it locked on his own. No one other than his roommate or himself could get in unless he let them in. He chuckled again. Maybe that was for the best. He decided to take the elevator this time, not wanting to take the long trek down the stairs again. No, he didn't imagine he'd be doing that again. Not unless he was just feeling oddly athletic that day.

He exited the boys dorm and headed straight for the main office, ready to hand in the last of his paperwork. He handed it into the woman, she did a few things behind the counter and then returned to him with a small smile.

[b]"All set, Mr. Evans."[/b] She told him, the smile unfading. He smiled and nodded back before turning tail and leaving. He made way for the cafeteria. Even if he'd already eaten, the cafeteria always was the best place to meet people, right? He closed his eyes and stood dead in his tracks for a moment. [i]Just... put yourself out there Paris. What's the worst they can do? Ignore you?[/i] With that in mind, he opened his eyes and entered the cafeteria. He grabbed an apple and walked over to the nearest table. Two guys were sitting near each other talking. He put a smile on his face and motioned for the seat next to the guy with the dark... purple hair? [b]"Hey. Mind if I sit here with you guys? Name's Paris. It's nice to meet you."[/b] He began, feeling more than foolish already, as if it weren't evident on his face already.