Fresh Start (OPEN)

[Braxton Carson]

Braxton had been accepted into the school of business administration in the University of Vermont. He was most definitely proud, yes, even if he knew that what got him into the program, he chose marketing, was just his parents money, no more, no less. But he couldn't care less. Walking through the UVM and breathing its air was just delightful.

There was still weeks before classes started and all paperwork had been finished by Braxton's parents the week before, so he did not have any business on campus that day. He was there with the sole purpose of getting to know the place a bit, scouting places, people and starting the process of getting used to his new life. He had the feeling, though, that it wouldn't be hard. He already felt perfectly comfortable! Cigarette in right hand, tight blue jeans, simple white tee, red snickers and red wayfarer ray-bans. His attitude was that of 'I own this place' and he meant business.

While he walked through the courtyard, he meant how long would it take for him to meet some friends, to get his first college girl, to get into a fight, to gain some enemies. Everyone needs some enemies anyway. He wondered if he would fall into some freshmen prank. He hoped not, but he hoped to see one in action. Next year he would be the one pulling the pranks and watching how is done didn't feel like a bad idea. He wondered how many other Hammelites was he to find in there... Even though he was tempted to think he preferred to find familiar faces, he most probably preferred not to. He was better off with a fresh start.

[Ethan White]

Spending a week of his summer vacation along the grounds of the University of Vermont was definitely not something Ethan’d been looking forward to. While he’s all smiles when he came to the place last year, it was rather evident in his nonchalant face that all that excitement had gone and passed. Not that he hates the place, no. It’s just that he’s been treading the grounds for the whole year already, he’s grown rather sick of it.

If it wasn’t for the fact that he has to arrange a number of paperwork for his enrollment next year (class fees, book lists, dorm arrangements – the usual), he wouldn’t be in the place. The more than one hour long drive was hellish enough; he fact that he had to stay around campus for more than a few days (three or four, he thinks) only makes it much worse. Why can’t everything be sorted out in one day really?

He knew that groaning would do him no good, but he still did it anyway. He sat on a bench not far from the administrative buildings, the one facing the gardens whose flowers are specially bred by Biology majors. Looking at him from afar as he quietly munched on his burger, one wouldn’t see him as an upperclassman. From his black backpack, yellow form-fitting shirt, cargo shorts and flip flops, he’s the very essence of unassuming. He’s changed very little from last year, and while he’s more comfortable navigating around stuff now, he’s never gotten around putting a much more confidence stance.

He was halfway through his burger when something, someone, rather familiar caught his eyes. He wasn’t sure initially, but when he saw the way the boy walked, all his doubts were thrown aside. “Hey! Braxton, wasn’t it? The one with the twin?” he shouted as he approached the boy, waving widely with his free arm. No, he did not realize how incredulous he looks. “I’m Ethan, Ethan White. You know, Mr. White the English teacher’s child.” He’s already built quite the network with Hammel alumni studying in UoV, all done with the same intro. “Didn’t know you’re going here too. What’re you taking anyway?”

At least he remembered to gulp his food down before speaking with Braxton.

ooc:
Weird intro. I apologize. :3.
- Jam

[Braxton Carson]

He had been wondering around the buildings, checking every single girl in his path, for more than an hour when the fact that his name was shouted around him by a male voice reminded him that there are males in UVM too. Bummer, they were competition. He looked to his right side, and on a bench, a totally unfamiliar dude waved at him while attempting to not choke on his own hamburger. Suspicious. He thought first, while looking right and left, searching for perhaps someone else, even thought it was obvious that the burger guy was the one calling him. No way, am I getting like pranked already? Perhaps they have guys in the administration working the paperwork and thus he knows my name... Or not. It was just paranoia, which was then obvious to him when the man introduced himself. Fortunately, the name was indeed familiar, even though the face was not. At all.

"White... right... I almost didn't pass last year's class with him..." He started walking up to Ethan. "Yes I'm taking Marketing, and as a matter of fact, I had no idea you were coming here too." Should I tell him I don't remember him? Don't want him to feel bad, though... Oh this is so awkward. "What about you? Literature too like your dad?" He was talking so slowly, almost shaking with his voice, but his mind was at full speed, trying very hard, and very unsuccessfully, to remember the boy sitting in front of him. "I didn't even know you graduated, you're not in my prom, are you?" Did he even attend Hammel? "That looks nice." He pointed at half eaten burger, trying to deviate the subject. "Where did you get it?"

That should work.

[Ethan White]

While Ethan was normally oblivious immune to such things, he surprisingly picked up on Braxton’s discomfort rather quick. Him not being a Hammel student aside, he also didn’t talk to the boy as much as he did to his twin sister. “Sawyer talks about you quite a lot,” he chuckled, knowing full well that such a comment isn’t necessarily a good thing, especially considering how much contempt the girl has for her brother every time she speaks. “Don’t worry, I don’t believe everything she says.” He looked around for a bit, trying to see if Sawyer’s within a hearing radius. “They’re rather extreme. Almost fictitious in my opinion.” He does find himself believing one of her tales though – the one involving Braxton’s supposed sexual orientation. While he can’t believe all the pushing through windows claim, he says walking into his brother is a very much plausible thing. (He’s done it several times with his own, only since Chris is anything but, he usually sees said brother with his hands than with someone else).

“I know right! Goodness. I keep telling him to relax a bit since he’s dealing with high school students, not university people, but he doesn’t listen.” He’d definitely die if he was in his father’s class. “Ahh. Should’ve expected that one. I think you’ll fit right in.” He’s mighty rich after all, much like those enrolled in that faculty. Ethan doubts he’d have any problems adjusting to the whole rich-party-boy lifestyle. “N’aww. I like books, but I don’t think I have enough passion for poems and such. I’m taking Journalism, just because I can’t see myself as an engineer or an accountant.” Though marine biology is slowly taking in his interests. Yes, he’s all over the place when it comes to his career, he just can’t help it.

“I’m a class ahead of you. Which basically means I have power over you in this campus. Want me to exert that now?” He was only kidding, of course. He can be intimidating when he wants to, but he doubts if anything could intimidate Braxton; from the looks of it, seems like he’d be intimidating more upperclassmen with just his presence anyway. “So no. I didn’t attend Hammel. All my family did though, so I’m a frequent visitor.”

It took him a while to notice the cigarette scent around Braxton, and when he did, he couldn’t stop himself from coughing a bit. Hopefully the boy won’t take that into offense. “Got it from the Whitman building. You’ve been there? The food kiosks there are awesome. Those Forestry geeks are lucky.”

“Want to have a tour around campus then?” He doesn’t have anything to do anyway, so helping a not-so-helpless freshman isn’t much of a bother, he thinks.

[Braxton Carson]

Sawyer?! Braxton was more than tempted to say something at that moment, but when further explanation from Ethan came, he decided not to. Hopefully he did end that train of thought by concluding that her words, or actually her opinion of him was rather extreme. 'Cause it was. Most totally. Completely extreme. I do wonder what she's told him of me... but I better not ask.

"Wait, what do you mean I'll fit right in? Of what cliché I accidentally am part of right now?" Braxton didn't even know what career he wanted for his life and someone else thinks they did? Now, if Braxton was a little brighter, he could have wandered into deep thoughts of who he was and why he didn't know he was like that, he could have wandered into the fact that most kids that don't know what career to pick end up in the school of business administration. Fortunately, for the sake of any future relationship between the two of them, he was not, however.

As soon as Ethan gloated of being a class above Braxton and having power over him, because the power of experience and years in college was the most powerful of them all, he found the need to take a step back. And he did, with a little bit of fear, but his following words of being a frequent Hammel visitor threw the intimidation out of the window to replace it with the definite answers of how knew Sawyer and him and why he didn't remember Ethan. Well besides of the fact he wasn't a girl, because he most likely would have remember him if he was a girl. He wondered, however, if he was some old hook-up of Sawyers. Brax did know there were tons of those and if he tried and wanted, because he didn't, he wouldn't meet them all ever.

"You've got the flu or something?" Braxton said as Ethan coughed, remembering the flu pandemic that had arrived in the previous months. "It's ok, I already had it." He took a sit next to Ethan in the bench as he kept smoking graciously. Yet, as as soon as he does, the guy invites him to take a tour. "That sounds about great!" Braxton patted strongly Ethan's back and stood up. "Where shall we start? Where do the cool people hang out? Or scrap that, were do the pretty girls hang out?" He placed one hand in his pocket while smiling broadly at Ethan and remembering one of his unfulfilled objectives of the day. "Hey, where are the frat houses around here? I did see the Lambda Iota house but they're so boring. Are you part of any? You're not Lambda Iota right? If you are, then I was referring Sigma Phi." Brax changed his smile into a very serious face that seemed to be more funny than anything. "Seriously."

[Ethan White]

Ethan had to step back a bit when Braxton asked him about the whole, in his words, ‘cliché he’ suddenly a part of’ comment. Boy was he feisty or what. Guess temper runs in the family. Heaven knows how many times he’s seen Sawyer suddenly flaring up. “Oh no, please don’t be offended. I’m not stereotyping you or anything,” he said with a smile, bending his words a bit in an effort to save himself, “It’s just that there’s this general perception that students in the School of Business Administration have rather heavy pockets.” Which, from his association with the other Carson twin, knows this to be true. “The business admin org – JMA I think was it, though I forgot what it stands for – are known to throw great parties at least twice a month.” He’s been to three of them during his first year (thanks to the connections his made and all), and boy were they amazing.

As much as Ethan would’ve liked to deny it, he is in fact one of those notches on Sawyer’s headboard. (He says he’s been with her more than once, so that ought to count for something more). Their intimacy didn’t extend beyond the bounds of the bed however; he has thought of pursuing the said girl for more than just a release from all the hormonal signals he’s feeling, but after learning how she operated, he figured it would be much better if they were simply friends (with benefits) – it’s much easier that way.

The brunette politely shook his head as he cleared his throat, relieved that the apparent cause of his coughing had been diverted. “Nope. I just choked, that’s why. Should’ve learned how to chew slowly. Especially when I forgot to buy myself something to drink.” He could just thank the gods that he’s not Pinocchio; with all the lying he’s been doing within moments of associating with the boy, his nose would’ve reached the other side of the field already.

“Pretty girls?” laughed the older boy. Should’ve seen that one coming. Seems the whole knack for flirting runs in the family too (not that it’s a bad thing). “You’re in luck actually. Campus consensus – and I could definitely vouch for the validity of the statement itself – that girls under the School of Business Administration are the hottest among the campus.” There’s been more than one instance when he and his friends just sat down on the benches in front of the building and rated the girls coming out of it, like absolute stalkers really. “Oddly enough, those from the College of Engineering and Mathematics come a close second. As for where they hang out, well, they’re all over the place. You’ll never run out of eye candy.”

“Your secret’s safe with me,” assured Ethan, patting the boy on his shoulders, “I’ve received invites from Kappa Sigma and Phi Mu Delta, but I’m not sure. I may join one, I may not.” Decisions, decisions, decisions – why do they have to be so hard? “They’re right around the corner. Or would you rather see the sorority houses first?”

[Braxton Carson]

Heavy pockets, great parties, pretty girls, all over campus, never running out of eye candy. Ethan's words were truly making Braxton a happy, oh so very happy, man and, cigarette in mouth, Brax hugged Ethan strongly with one arm.

"Oh dude I love you!" He took the cigarette from his mouth and exhaled the smoke strongly. "But really? Kappa Sig? What are you, nuts?" For a second time, Braxton stood up and patted Ethan to as encouragement. "They're like one of the bestest frat houses in the world and you're still considering?" Oddly, thinking about fraternities made him ignore the sorority comment. "YOU, mister White, are taking me right now to the Kappa Sig house and we're gonna find out when the rushes are and you and me both will enter, what'cha say?" Braxton extended his right hand to Ethan. "Future Frat-brothers?"

Braxton was, quite oddly, very excited about this. Since he was little he had always wanted to join a fraternity. He always saw those movies and tv shows when they presented those parties filled with alcohol, sex and even more alcohol. The college years, they said. And they were finally here. Anxiety was creeping all over his body from head to toes.

"Can you see it?" He went on to pass his arm around Ethan's shoulders like they were friends since childhood. "Booze, girls, more booze and even more sex? Since I heard for the first time about that Pie and Gullet e-mail I knew Kappa Sig was for me."

[Ethan White]

Ethan didn’t bother stopping himself from laughing at Braxton’s apparent enthusiasm. Whatever intimidation he felt around the guy was immediately thrown out the window when he saw how ecstatic the boy was about everything he’s saying. Seems the boy isn’t so cold and apathetic after all.

One thing he’d never be used to however was the smoke. He wasn’t comfortable with it with his high school peers; he definitely isn’t comfortable with it now. But since he doesn’t think he’s close enough with the boy to ask him if he could lessen the smoking, he’d have to endure it for now. It won’t be hard, right?

He tried breathing through his mouth, struggling to suppress his cough-reflex. “My dad told me to consider it carefully. He’s scared it might affect my studies,” the brunette shrugged, grinning lazily. “That, and I’ve never met anyone as enthusiastic about fraternities as you. I mean, most of my friends are pretty wary about it.” Mostly gushing on and on about the hard initiation, going as far as to tell him that hazing may be involved in the rites. Not that he’s scared of it anyway. “Fine. To the Kappa Sigma house it is.” As indecisive as the boy is, heaven knows he only needs someone to affirm a decision he’s not sure about for him to go forward with it. And with someone as enthusiastic about it like Braxton by his side, how can he even say no? “Future frat-brothers it is!” he exclaimed, grabbing Sawyer’s twin’s hand and pulling him close for a chest-bump-hug.

“That email was hilarious. I laughed for five whole minutes when I first read that,” grinned Ethan, not at all minding the arm on his shoulders, “It’s a whole lot better than the BroCode. Just don’t bail out on me halfway, ok? I’d kill you if we won’t become frat-brothers together.”

They walked for a few more blocks, with Ethan continuing his tour despite Braxton’s fixation on the Kappa Sigma house. They passed through the Admin building, pointed out the corner where he needs to turn should he need to go the university bookstore, and recounted the time he almost got beat up just behind the College of Agricultural Sciences building (which they passed by also) because of a jealous boyfriend. “I was totally not flirting with his girlfriend. I have a feeling she’s a 5 in the scale anyway,” he said with a laugh.

It took another three minutes of walking before the house of Braxton’s affections came into view. “See that white house on the left? That’s the Kappa Sig house.”

ooc:
Apologies for the crappiness of this one. D;
- Jam

[Braxton Carson]

"What me? Bail out?" You have got to be kidding me! "Never!" Braxton placed his cigarette in his mouth and proceeded his now free hand to, very strongly, and manly, caress and uncomb his hair. "We're brothers now."

Ethan's tour were quite unhelpful. No, really, there were many interesting spots to see if you were really interesting on studying, but honestly, Braxton was not. He was there for the experience. He was not excited about Marketing, that was just the cost he would have to pay to study in the university and have some fun college years. He didn't need to know where the bookstore or library was... well, at least not now. He would solve the problems at the moment they come. It's not like he was going to lose his classes, well of course not, but he wasn't planning to pass them with high grades either, just enough to pass and whenever he graduated he would figure something out. He could ask his father to land him a job or just keep studying or just keep doing nothing. He didn't care, he didn't long-term have plans, and he preferred it that way. Thinking too far ahead hurts his head.

"I get you." Braxton was totally familiar with jealous boyfriend story. "If you're checking her up is only to grade her in the beauty department, if you're winking at her it's only to grade her in the fidelity department. It's only flirting if you ask her name and number, that's why I don't do it on sketchy situations." He threw the cigarette to the floor and stepped on it. "And it's only cheating if you get caught, anyway."

Afterwards, they had arrived at the Kappa Sigma house. It was... nowhere near what he thought of it. It was a decent two stories high house. Clean, nice garden with flowers, USA flag, Vermont flag and Kappa Sigma crest. Perfectly perfect. Far too... nice. In his mind this was a hub of drunkness and parties and girls were lying around half naked and bottles of beer were still in the garden and loud music was heard from blocks away. Disappointing. Maybe the shitz happen inside. Yes. Noone can know what happens in reality. Of course!

"Let's go. Let's go in now. Semester starts like next week and rushes might too. We need to know and ask everything in advance." Brax, very enthusiastically said to his non-blood-brother and dropped his arm from the man's shoulders to pick up the pace towards the house.

At the front door, he pushed the doorbell. DING DONG.

"Can I help you?" A young man, probably not very older than Braxton and Ethan opened the door. Cardigan shirt, nice pants, shinny shoes and perfectly combed hair.

Braxton froze. They couldn't be in the wrong house. It had to be all mock-up. Kappa Sigma was a very respected fraternity and they couldn't afford getting bad publicitty, it had to be that the reason why everything seemed so off. But still, Braxton didn't manage to say anything, instead, giving Ethan a soft elbow push so he would talk instead.

[Ethan White]

Seems Ethan and Braxton are more alike than he’d previously thought. Much like the Carson twin, Ethan hates long-term planning, mostly because it contains so much decision-making. Forked roads were never and will never be his strongest suit, especially since he secretly thinks about the ‘what if’s of his decision every now and then. However, unlike Brax, he doesn’t have the benefit of having parents with deep pockets. That, and he has a feeling they’d skin him alive if they learn that he’s been wasting his supposed potential partying all night. He rather loves his body (even if he doesn’t say it often), thank you very much.

“Dude, your logic is infallible,” grinned the brunette, shaking his head in amusement, “Tell me again why we didn’t hang out more often before?” A rhetorical question, something he hopes Braxton would catch. Well, he could try and answer it, but Ethan has a feeling the answer would put them both in an uncomfortable position. Better not compromise their newfound camaraderie with the past right? “Remind me to drag you out whenever I go out for the night. I’d totally need a wingman like you.” Though with Brax’s charisma, he thinks he’d be the one taking the wingman role when they’re together, if he even needs one anyway. “That reminds me, where will you be staying anyway? I mean, we both know we’ll be in the Kappa Sig house in a bit” – yes, apparently his exposure to Braxton has boosted his confidence to bounds – “but in the mean time, which dorm are you staying at?”

It didn’t surprise Ethan that Braxton went on and rushed towards the house. What did surprise him however is the shock in the boy’s face when the doorbell was answered. “Hey Raffy. Nice shoes. Is it GQ Week already?” he waved, sending Braxton a playful side glare as his answer for the elbow nudge, “You remember me right? Ethan from last year?” The assumption was quite a big leap really. While he did interact with quite a few members from last year when he received the invite, the fact that he didn’t respond to it made him think that they might be harboring some sort of resentment against him. It was only when the man simply laughed and pulled him into the chest-bump-hug (plus a pat on his back) did his worry die down. Seems like they still remember him after all. “Dude, who can forget that stunt you pulled in last year’s opening party? Even the alumni were amazed,” laughed the man as Ethan blushed just slightly.

“Oh yeah. This is Braxton Carson. Raffy, Braxton. Braxton, Raffy. I’m not sure if you remember him, but I’m fairly certain Raffy’s from Hammel too. Class of 2006 was it?” Once the introductions are over, Ethan added, “Braxton’s rather interested in being a brother. Convinced me to become one really. You don’t mind helping us around?”

ooc:
Herl has pretty much absolute control on the Raffy. Herl should also be the one to say what Ethan might've done, for more lulz. HEEHEE. ;3.
- Jam

[Braxton Carson]

((whatever you say jammery-jam you're awesome and you didn't apologize in this p.d.! you're breaking records, i'm proud of you))

"Oh dude, if you don't call me when you go out partying," Braxton's voice tone changed radically into a frighteningly serious one. "I will go to your home, kill you and stage the crime scene like you died while masturbating to Sally Struthers" He let a small silence invade the conversation before patting Ethan in the back and pop a smile, signaling that it was joke. Because it had to be one. Right? Right. Yes, it was joke. Yes... "Oh dude, I am basically homeless." He continued with his normal Braxton voice. "I'm still staying at Hammel's dorm because I supposedly am looking for somewhere to live... And I tried, yeah, but I convinced them to let me wait until college started to see what options pop out. It's been my plan all along to move to a frat house directly, though, but Hammel can kick me out at any moment, I think." I hope they don't. I'd have to ask Sawyer to stay with her and... "But yeah, hope is we both get to move here like ASAP, right?"

When the Raffy guy turned out to be Ethan's friend, Brax just couldn't feel more relieved and a clear sigh announced it publicly. While introductions were being held, still at the door, Braxton eyed as much as he could from outside. The living room was full of sofas and puffs. Sweet. He could already picture all the people getting wasted and making out and dancing and just having a nice time already. In the far room he could see a large table, probably dinner table, and some chairs, and in between, the stairs leading to the second story while next to it a white door probably signaled where the kitchen was. It all, however, was pretty much empty-looking, like the house was brand new and there was noone living there besides this... Raffy.

"Yeah, umm, no, I don't think I remember you." Braxton was not having a good memory day, apparently, but it wasn't like he had good-memory days. Not with dudes, at least. "But yeah, we were here to ask about everything we should know about, well, everything on how to join Kappa Sig."

"Oh really?" Raffy asked curiously while placing a a finger in his lips in a very dramatic 'thinking' pose. "It's weird. I do remember ya from somewhere. Can't point where, though." He made a humming sound. "Anyway, thing is, I would invite you in and tour you and give you all the information you need, but we're expecting some reporters and shiz. They're making an article about K-Sig and all houses along the country were alerted that reporters may jump from anywhere. Which is why I'm the only one around and the house is pristine clean and organized and I can't let you in." Raffy stopped and continued that humming sound from before. "Carson. You're Carson, right?" Braxton was about to nod when Raffy spoke up louder. "I know you, you screwed my little sister a couple of years back and never called her back! She cried for a month!"

"What?" Braxton's face turned as white as a paper. Unfortunately, he had no idea what Raffy was talking about, but the situation he described was, well, one that happened very often. "Me? Carson? No. I'm Braxton. Brax-Ton." He nervously replied while talking very fast. "I know it rhymes with Carson, but I'm Brax. Ton. Like Brax, with an 'x' there, and then a Ton, not a Son. Ton. Brax-Ton. It's most definitely not a Carson, no."

[Ethan White]

Ethan didn’t bother controlling his laughter as Braxton spoke. He knows full well that the threat is an empty one, but he couldn’t shake the feeling off that the boy might just be insane (and smart) enough to just that. “Masturbating? Eww. It’s like I’m in middle school or whatever. Can’t you stage it so that it’d seem like I died while banging her? You know, give me some dignity and whatnot?” This is Ethan’s poor attempt to be as witty as Braxton. Forgive him.

Starting the housing talk with a joke was quite the bad move in Braxton’s part though. Possibly because Ethan thought he’s still joking. And who wouldn’t? He’d believe his tale if he knew Braxton’s family isn’t that loaded; the tuition fee alone is enough to make anyone file for bankruptcy, the dorm fees are just additional blows to the injury. But since he knows how rich the boy was, all of those he said were shrugged off as a continued joke. “Haha, funny dude,” he shook his head, patting the boy’s shoulder, “But seriously? Driving from here to Hammel is so not fun. You applied for the dorms, didn’t you?”

Ethan was clearly disappointed when he heard Raffy’s explanation. If his slumped shoulders and slight pout isn’t enough of an indication, then I really don’t know what is. “You serious? There’s really nothing you can do? I mean, it’s not like we’ll get wasted here as the tour goes right?” It’s the middle of the day. And besides, it’s not like Braxton brought drinks with him, didn’t he? “No can do bro. Strict orders and all that. Come back tomorrow and I’d be happy to show you two how K-Sig really is.” It’s rather clear that Raffy isn’t liking the situation one bit as they are.

He stood silent for a bit, raking his mind up for ideas to help his enthusiastic brother know the other members, then it hit him. “You’re the only one here right? You know where the others are? Like Jean, Lester and Kim? If Brax can’t have a tour of the house, maybe he can at least know them right?” Knowing people personally before the whole application process is always a good thing, right?

The brunette shook his head in amusement when he heard the whole confusion about Braxton’s identity. “You’re a Carson though, right?” nodded Ethan, apparently oblivious to the whole situation. “Braxton Carson,” he said with much confidence, “Don’t confuse Raffy too much you know.” It was only when he saw how white Braxton did it become apparent how he promptly dug the boy’s grave. “But there’s another Carson who went to Hammel. A twin!” he said quickly, hoping it would be enough to save the boy’s skin. (And it wasn’t much of a lie too). “Looks exactly like him. Had trouble telling them apart when I first saw them. His name’s S-Samuel. Samuel Carson.”

He’s dead. So dead. If not from Raffy, then from Braxton. Not good.

ooc:
Late. I'm bad. D;
- Jam

[Braxton Carson]

"I didn't." Braxton answered Ethan's question regarding if he applied to the university dorms. "I was reaaaally hoping to get into a fraternity asap... And I don't have a car... So it's more like: taking two buses for an hour is so not fun."

After Ethan happened to, very efficiently, dig Braxton into the hole he, very stupidly, tried not to get buried into, he did nothing but mentally headdesk until death from bleeding out. Awesome. Fortunately, as quickly as Ethan realized the whole thing, he pulled an even better way to make Braxton look innocent. Awesome!

"Samuel! Yes! It totally must be him. He's the craftiest womanizer I've ever seen." Like me. "Such a douche, too." Like him, too.

"Oh yes. She did say he had a twin." Finger in chin, once again. "Sorry man, my mistake." He extended a hand at Braxton, which he quickly shook with a smile. "But anyway. If you come back, I don't know, next week, we'll see about that tour. Inscriptions start also next week. Google the website so you know about the fees and well, just read it all, everything's there." Raffy went to smile rather sinisterly. "Besides that, just remember to ignore that part about the anti-hazing policy. I assure you there will be hazing. Now off, I left some beans in the stove."

[Ethan White]

Ethan could not believe what he just heard. He didn’t know what was more unbelievable – the fact that Braxton would be staying in the Hammel dorms for his UVM schooling or that rich twin didn’t have a car. “Don’t fuck with me dude. No car? Say what?” Ethan knows their family is nowhere as rich as Brax’s, but he has a car he can call his own. Sure it was a secondhand slightly used car, and an old model to beat, but it’s something. (Though he has to say, he was expecting a grad gift like that from his parents, considering how they were so stingy on giving him birthday gifts the year prior). “You’re going to clear this up with me once we’re done with K-Sig, ok?”


Relief washed over the brunette as Raffy (surprisingly) bought his story. Thank goodness. He just has to make sure he doesn’t figure out that Braxton’s twin is a Sawyer and not a Samuel and they’re good. (He doesn’t want to say ‘goodbye K-Sig’ just yet, not when he’s finally found the enthusiasm he’s been looking for last year). “Next week?” Why can’t all the stuff I need to do be finished in one day? he groaned inwardly. “See you by then Raffy,” laughing as he waved back to the man. “Hazing. Pfft.”

When he’s sure they’re out of the boy’s earshot, he quickly turned to Braxton and apologized. “Sorry dude. I totally did not realize what I was saying earlier,” he chuckled, punching the boy on the shoulder, “You should really be careful about who you bone anyway.” Not that Ethan himself was, but that’s beside the point.

“But yeah. Dorm arrangements. You sure you don’t want to apply to for housing, at least for the moment? I think we have a spare bed in my room still if you want to try.” Commuting for an hour (or two) everyday is something he wouldn’t wish on anyone. “Sorry but I won’t go drive you from Hammel and back each day though, if that’s what you’re thinking,” he teased.

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[Braxton Carson]

Well things had definitely gone well there. As they walked away from the Kappa Sigma house, without a known destination for Braxton, he decided to ignore the comment of being careful who to bone of Ethan... He knew well enough that Ethan was most likely not following his advice anyway... It wasn't like he knew everything about the brunette in one day, it was just the aura around him. The thief judges by his condition, he had heard once.

"Of course I wasn't going to let you drive me..." Braxton placed his hands in his pockets while giving a 'come on' look to Ethan. "I don't let my parents buy me a car, I wouldn't let you drive me around." Since a little boy, and after Sawyer's departure for Hammel, Braxton had swore to himself to never let anyone take care of him. He didn't want to find himself being dependant of someone who might hurt him as she did. "But I don't really work either, yet anyway, and I use all the money I receive, well, partying, buying clothes, awesome glasses like this," He signaled with both hands at his red ray-an wayfarers with an over-the-top smile in his face. "And I'm not really the kind of guy that likes, or knows how, to save money to go and pay for a car. And the following payments? I don't get much money from my parents, I told them I had a job and didn't need it." In the eyes of his parent, he was model for a local fashion company and played the synth as back-up for a local garage band now and then. "I don't like to control my money. I don't really like responsibilities. I keep it simple. Buses are dirty, but it's fine, I'm not made of porcelain or anything."

Braxton was one tough guy. He would dare to admit it, but he was quite mature too, at least for a regular eighteen-year old. He could have been easily spoiled by his parents, he could ask for anything, even his own top-of-the-notch apartment in Pilot Ridge and they would buy it from him if he bugged them enough... and enough wasn't really that much. But he was not like that. He wouldn't lower himself for things he felt he didn't really need. Now, UVM, he definitely needed it. He knew he was not going to get a scholarship ever, and he wasn't ready to work to pay for his college just yet: too much responsibility. It was a delicate balance he had chosen to maintain. Not doing many things to help himself but not allowing others to help him much. Which was the reason he just couldn't accept Ethan's room-sharing offer just yet.

"Bro." Because Braxton already considered Ethan his bro... quite a quick deep relationship, but it happened. "It'd be awesome to live with you..." He nodded slowly. "Even though I have no idea where you live or if you live with your parents... which would be right in the corner of awkward street and what-the-fuck avenue." Where do I get this from? I should be a comedian. "But nah, it's fine, don't worry. Soon we'll be living back there anyway." He pointed at the white house with the Kappa Sigma crest behind them. "In the meantime I get to still check school chicks and you don't."