After about 45 minutes of searching, and multiple odd looks from secretary woman for walking past her again, I found my dorm room.

I knocked on the door. This Frank dude might’ve been naked or something; I didn’t need that on our first meeting, considering we’d be living with each other for god knows how long.

I heard a loud clatter and someone whisper ‘shit’, but no-one answered the door, so I pulled out the key and walked in.

There were two single beds parallel to each other on the other side of the room, with a chest of drawers in the middle of them. Above the drawers there was a window with a view over the school grounds. At the end of each bed there was a desk. To my left there was a massive wardrobe, which I guessed we’d have to share and to my right a door that led to the bathroom, by the looks of it.

Almost the whole of the left wall was covered in posters of various bands. Some of them I liked, some I’d never heard of. The left’s bed clothes were screwed up on the floor, leaving but a sheet on the bed.

My attention was soon dragged over to a gathering pool of blood at the bottom of the bathroom door.

“Hello?” I say. Where the fuck is Frank? I thought I heard him!

No answer.

“Hello,” I repeat. This time I am answered by a faint moan in the bathroom.

I walk over to the door and knock.

“Fuck off,” I hear a croaky voice say, then a crash.

I tug at the door handle. Thank god it isn’t locked.

As the door opens, I am faced with a horrifying sight.

“I thought I told you to fuck off,” whimpers a short, dark haired figure. He was sprawled across the floor with blood gushing from his wrists. That’s why there was blood on the floor.

“Holy shit!” I scream, and run to a cupboard opposite the door, stepping over the semi-lifeless body.

“If you’re trying to help me, there’s no use,” he says, his voice weak and barely audible.

After scrambling through several cupboards, I find a first aid kit containing bandages. I splash water over his wrists, so they don’t get infected, and bandage them. I pull him up by the waist and lean him against the bath.

I grab a towel try to clean up the blood, it’s no use though, so I sit on the toilet seat and sigh.

I glance at Frank.

Wow. He’s beautiful. In the events since I entered our dorm room, I never got the chance to look at him. Frank had the most amazing hazel eyes. They were huge and round, like puppy eyes and had a slight bit of eyeliner around both of them, it was barely noticeable though. He had black hair with a fringe hanging over his right eye and a shorter blonde strip down the left side of his head. He was wearing a white shirt, with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, a thin, red tie and black skinny jeans.

“Checking me out, ay?” He says suddenly, making me jump, “Not much to see, sorry kid.”

I can feel my face burning.

“C’mon, let’s get you into bed, you look tired,” I say.

I guide him into his bed, after having made it again. He lays under the covers silently, still fully-clothed as I start unpacking.

After an hour or so, I’m done, so I turn to Frank. He’s still awake watching me. As soon as he realises I’m looking at him, he turns over and closes his eyes, slowly falling into sleep.

Notes

I hope that this is good enough!

I feel that this chapter went pretty quickly, I don't know though.

The next chapter'll probably be in Frank's pov and'll probably be here for tomorrow evening.

~Sovay♥