Who is that I see?(open)

[Colton Bryan]

Colton sat down with a sigh, crossing his legs and opening the book he had brought with him. The day had been fairly average, no problems in class, he had already finished his homework for the day, and he actually had a fairly good time in his English class, mostly because they just read a book, but there was one thing which made this day a little frustrating for the boy. It was raining hard, and possibly snowing, outside school currently, meaning he could not go to his reading spot at the pond. This had aggravated the boy since he was used to doing the same thing everyday, and now he was forced to deal with trying to find a place that he could read in peace. His room wasn't exactly a place he liked to be, the lounge was to noisy, the library could get crowded etc., eventually the only place that Colton could think of was the room he had currently seated himself in. The auditorium was usually empty, and even if people came in the room was big enough that he could ignore them easily.

While Colton read, focusing on the words in front of him, he thought about some of the things that had happened to him over the last two months. First he had woken up one day with the strange ability to put things in a pocket dimension, or that's what he assumed the ability was, secondly he had met a girl who he had promptly developed a crush on. Why exactly he had, he still didn't know, but he knew that he still wanted to be around her a lot.

As Colton lost himself in words and thoughts he heard the door to the auditorium open, promptly snapping him out of said thoughts. Not wanting to be bothered by people, Colton scooted his body as far back out of the line of sight from the door as he possibly could and tried to make out the features of the person who had entered the room.

[Alex Vasilyevich]

Rage boiled through Alex's body. He had just concluded the most enraging conversation of his life. Half an hour a go Alex had been Skyping Pyotr his only friend from his home in Russia. Without getting into all the gory details Pyotr broached the topic by asking Alex about school, and whether or not he had a job. Alex replied that school was useless, and that he spent most of his time playing fps games. After hearing that Pyotr (who is a year younger than Alex) began lecturing Alex about “being mature” and “preparing for the future”. Alex said that he already had a father and Pyotr should save his advice for someone who wants to hear it. Pyotr accused Alex of turning into a “typical teen-aged American good for nothing little shit”. Alex responded by calling Pyotr a string of obscenities. The call ended when Pyotr said, “I don't think we should be acquaintances anymore, Alex. My father was right. Mutants are a bad influence.” Alex didn't remember who hung up on whom. And just like that his last tie to his home country was broken. (Alex wasn't close to anyone in his family)
Alex wanted to destroy his room. Knock over his book case. Fling everything off his desk. Tear the posters off the wall. If it was breakable, and in his room he would have broken it. He would have done this had he not realized that there was a small party going on in his dorm common room. The last thing he wanted was to was cause a scene.
Alex bundled up and went out in the rain. The cold wet air bit at every inch of exposed skin. Alex had forgotten to grab gloves and his hand felt like it would freeze to the metal umbrella handle. Alex didn't care. The good thing about the rain was that it hid the fact that it gave Alex some privacy. The wind was loud enough to hide his shouts of frustration, and the rain hid the fact that he was crying.
After a while Alex's emotions began to calm down, and he started to feel very cold and wet. He made his way to the nearest private place he could find: The Auditorium.
Alex opened the door, and slipped in. He saw the auditorium chairs all lined up. He ran at one and kicked it. Then he sat in it, rubbing his hands to warm them up. Only then did he hear the other person in the room. He looked at the other boy. Alex felt like he should come up with something to say. That's what he usually did in such circumstances. But right now he couldn't come up with anything to say, nor did he care to.

[Colton Bryan]

He certainly seems angry, Colton thought to himself as he watched the boy who had just interrupted his book come in and kick over a chair. Colton said nothing as the boy picked up and sat down in said chair. He only spoke when the boy finally looked over at him, looking down into his book while saying in a flat tone, "So, who made you angry?" Unfortunately, Colton's language control had chosen at that instant to change to Ukranian. After saying this Colton looked up, not really expecting answer, but still it made for some interesting people watching.

[Alex Vasilyevich]

Alex recognized that the other human in the room had said something, but he had no idea what had been said. The words just floated past, petering into sterile silence behind him. The juxtaposition of the sound of words and the silence of the room struck Alex as meaningful, but he didn't know what it might mean.
Alex, as a rule, separated his emotional life from his public life. For this reason he looked for a private place to experience all these emotions. But now the private place had turned public, and Alex was caught off balance.
After what felt like a short eternity, (but was only six or seven seconds), Alex, out of a desire to say something (anything), introduced himself. “I'm Alex.” there was a pause “Sorry.” Sorry for what exactly? Barging in? Being angry in front of you? disrupting the piece? Something like that.
Another short eternity passed (more like four seconds this time). Alex's emotions were still too turbulent for him to think properly, but he was approaching stability. All he needed was a little more time, so he deflected. “what are you reading?”

[Colton Bryan]

Still staring at the boy, Colton thought to himself, Must be something personal if he's this quiet. Colton was still annoyed at the boy for the sudden intrusion he had caused, and waited in silence for the boy to say something. When the boy finally did say something Colton set his book down in a chair that was beside before saying in a flat tone, "Hello Alex, I'm Colton." When he boy ,whose name he knew now was Alex, said he was sorry, Colton thought the boy was apologizing for the way he burst into the room. This made Colton a little less frustrated with the boy, even letting out a small smile, saying with a small nod of his head, "You're forgiven." After he finished talking Colton folded his hands in his lap and let another awkward silence draw out between the two of them. Colton looked at the boy blankly when he ask him what he was reading, not really understanding why the boy was interested, but responded anyway while showing Alex the book, "I'm reading De Avonden."