Just Fly By (Cristobal.)

[Odion Martins]

Odion hadn't been this happy in quite some time. Rhett was moving out, and he was going to be visiting quite a bit. They were together again, and this time around had been the best out of three. He had been sitting in the common area of his dorm, deciding that should he graduate this year, he would be moving in with Rhett in a flash. Still, he couldn't yet, and he would have to deal with having roommates for a while more. The redhead wasn't exactly a friendly boy, and he hadn't introduced himself to a single one of them yet, and he really didn't want to.

Today, that would have to change.

Having cereal for breakfast, the ginger's dark blue eyes strayed to that infernal object on the table. He rolled his eyes, before laughing and shaking his head. Odion sighed, finishing his food before going to the sink and rolling up the long sleeves of his mauve dress shirt to wash the dishes.

The new roomie, Cristobal he believed, had left his interesting magazine on the small dining table they had. Odion didn't want to be intrusive, but the stupid thing had been there the day after Cris arrived, and was still there. Obviously it was his, and the other roommates had neglected to do anything about it. He made his way to the guy's room, knocking on the door before leaning against the door frame, the nudie mag rolled up in his hand as he crossed his arms.

Once the door was opened, the new guy would find Odion with a smirk on his face, extending the embarrassing object towards him. "Not something I want to see day in and day out," he said bluntly, looking the guy over. He wasn't bad looking, but the redhead wasn't here to chit chat, he was here to get the magazine out of the public eye.

[Cristobal Autieri]

Cristobal was blasting music from his room, laying on his bed. But, Cristobal’s focus was on the computer. He was watching porn, he didn’t really watch porn, but today was an exception. He wasn’t a horn-dog, but his natural curiosity lead him to porn. Pressing the button on the remote, the music came to a mute. And so did the computer. But that day was a horrible day, his friend’s boyfriend decided to dump her... Again. And guess who she came to for shoulders to cry on? That’s right Cristobal Scaglietti Autieri.

After doing this, slight petite knocks were heard on his door. He got up, with frustration and walked towards the door. A slight knock of consciousness hit him in the head. He ran back to the computer, and clicked “X” off of the pornography that revealed itself upon the computer. Dragging his shirt over his erection, Cristobal opened the door. He saw a cute ginger, holding his nude magazine. Cristobal ruffled his hair, and blushed in embarrassment. "Not something I want to see day in and day out," Odion said bluntly.

Almost immediately, Cristobal snatched the magazine, and threw it on the bed. “You’ve been going through my stuff haven’t you?” Cristobal said, totally forgetting that he left it out in the open.

[Odion Martins]

Releasing his grip on the magazine as it was taken from him, Odion couldn’t help but hold his smile. He took note of the blush on the brunette’s face, but didn’t speak. Instead of answering his roommate, he took the opportunity to look around the boy’s room. It was nothing special. A computer, a desk, stuff lying around everywhere, and a bed. He was a time manipulator, and felt he had all the time in the world to get to Cristobal’s question.

“Instead of accusing me,” he said, his eyes finally meeting the others, “you should be thanking me.” Odion gestured towards the kitchen in plain view over his shoulder. His eyes never left the pair of ice blue ones. “You left that smut on the dining table, why would I go through your stuff?” He asked, his Irish accent coming through a bit this time. His arms were still crossed in front of him, and after he spoke, he glanced down, his smile widening. This was the reason why Odion liked to keep eye contact when speaking to others. This is what he received for being generous.

“Never mind. I’m sorry for bothering you, Cristobal,” he said, trying to keep the laughter from seeping into his voice as he looked at the other boy in the eye once more. He took a step back from the door, his hands going to the pockets in his black slacks. Bad timing, Odion thought to himself, scratching the back of his neck, waiting for the other boy to simply close the door and get back to... business.

[Cristobal Autieri]

Odion was standing confident, as if he were taking advantage of this situation. But he’ll be stupid, not to take advantage. This right here, is perfect black-mail. Cristobal scuffed into his skinny jeans pockets, to find money, but he couldn’t. “Instead of accusing me,” Odion says, his eye coming upon Cristobal’s. “You should be thanking me.” Odion gestured towards the kitchen in plain view over his shoulder. Cristobal finally understood, he left it there. “Thank you very much, what’s your name?” He saw Odion crossing his arms, as if he were bored of Cristobal.

But then Odion’s eyes went down to Cristobal’s crotch... Oops! Cristobal didn't try hard enough to hide his erection. Immediately turning to the side, Cristobal stammered, as he tried to explain. “I wasn’t masturbating, I swear!” That’s when his book fell from the shelf, and hit the computer. Because of this, the computer came off of mute, and re-loaded the recent closed window. Loud moans were heard coming from the computer, which was very disturbing.

Cristobal rushed towards the computer, only to trip over the dirty clothes that he was supposed to wash. He got up, and removed the battery from his computer. The computer automatically came to a stop, shutting off the pornagrophy immediately. He got up, and sat on his bed. Damn it! Cristobal knew Odion was a time shifter, that’s all the room-mates blabbered about. And that’s what his friend said too. “Cristobal, you’ve got a dorm with a time shifter, a black superman, and a pervert boy, who keeps yelling out what he thinks.” His friend said, whilst she retrieved his dorming information.

[Odion Martins]

“Odion,” he said simply, keeping his hands in his pockets. He thought about being polite and reaching out his hand but there was no chance in hell that he would be touching Cristobal’s hands. Ever. At least the other boy had thanked him, and that meant he could leave now. He really wanted to leave, and was about to turn away, but Cris kept talking, so Odi would indulge him.

This time around, Odion laughed out loud. “Turning to the side isn’t going to help you,” he said, his dark eyes flicking down to his roommates nether regions once more. A side profile with an erection, didn’t hide it, it just made things worse. Next, Cristobal’s messy room stabbed him in the back and restarted his previous session, making Odi laugh more. This was proving to be entertaining. Cris was never going to live this one down. Odion made notes of the boy in his head: porn addict, moron, and a liar.

Leaning in the doorframe once more, Odion sort of felt bad for the other boy. He looked so defeated. Calming down his laughter, he sighed, his eyes sparkly. Cris had definitely made his day. “I like you,” he said simply, a cheeky grin on his face. He hadn’t planned on liking this guy, but he was starting to grow on the time manipulator. “So why did they bring you here?” He asked, deciding now that maybe getting to know his roommates would prove to be more of an asset than a burden.

[Cristobal Autieri]

Odion? That’s actually a pretty nice name. It’s unique. Cristobal still sat on his bed, whilst he got up, still hiding his long erection! Why wouldn’t it die down already? Was it some sort of super-boner? Cristobal didn’t know, but he was just waiting for it to die down. Until then, he just stood there side ways, which was a bad way to hide it. He stroked his nice brunette hair, and locked his icy blue eyes to Odion’s dark blue eyes. Odion looked self-absorbed, and seducing. It drew Cristobal in, but nobody could know that he liked guys as well as girls. Cristobal had a strong female reference, but he couldn’t stop his ways with guys. There were certain things that attracted him to guys, and Odion had all of them. Cristobal stepped back a bit, trying to reduce his homosexual ways.

“Turning on the side isn’t going to help you,” Odion chuckled, whilst he brung his dark beautiful blue eys upon Cristobal’s genitals once more. This even made Cristobal more horny, arousing him once more. “I like you.” Odion said, calming down his laughter. Cristobal sighed in relief, falling on his back. Only to look at the ceiling, still remembering Odion was there, making himself comfortable. Cristobal got up, and went towards the stereo, turning it off. After the stereo was disabled, he picked up the book that was laying there on his computer.

“So, why did they bring you here?” He asked Cristobal, with large amounts of curiosity. Cristobal sighed at the fact that they actually took him from his dead mother, and his hard-working step father. “The same reason why they brought you here, we’re all different from regular humans right? Well, I have a perfect immune system, nothing bad could happen to me. I can’t get high, get sick, get drunk, or get poisoned by anything. Let’s just say nothing internally bad could happen to me. If I’d get cancer, the cancer cells would just get eradicated by my immune system. But I have bad side-effects, so that’s why the ‘R’ people took me here.” Cristobal said, after revealing his ability.

[Odion Martins]

Odion hadn’t a clue as to the effects he was having on Cris, since he wasn’t a mind reader, nor was he particularly keen when it came to who was and wasn’t attracted to him. He tried to be charming and polite to everyone, but that didn’t mean he knew who he was seducing, and who he wasn’t. All in all, he wasn’t trying to seduce his roommate, that’s what the porn was for.

The whole thing was just amusing to the ginger as he watched Cristobal manoeuvre around the room, unsure of himself. Odion rolled his eyes, he knew every teen here was a metahuman, that’s not what he was referring to. But then the other boy actually answered his question and the annoyed look on Odi’s face passed. The ginger listened carefully, wondering how a power like that could come in handy. “I guess when everyone dies from chemicals in the air, you’ll be the only one alive,” he said, thinking of Cris as a kind of cockroach.

Odi didn’t really like just standing in the doorway, but it seemed that Cris wasn’t about to move around with his... problem. The ginger wasn’t sure how he would live without his occasional alcohol consumption, life would seem unbearable without the necessary escape, but apparently the brunette did feel certain things. “I assume you already know my power,” he said, not willing to share unless he was asked, and even then, he might not share. He liked playing games and dancing around things when meeting new people, and his roommate would be one of them.

[Cristobal Autieri]

Cristobal finally sat down, and watched Odion stand there in amusement. It was clear that Odion had no clue how hot Cristobal thought he was. But, Cristobal didn’t mind, he’s never had too much spouses before, and that’s because of his size. Cristobal is tall, but skinny. Skinny enough to be pushed down by a young girl... Skinny enough for a young weakling to beat him up. But, Cristobal was also attractive, and innocent. Despite the fact that he gets bullied by an Asian kid, almost every day.

“I guess when everyone dies from chemicals in the air, you’ll be the only one alive,” Odion said, looking as if he were thinking of something. Cristobal heard him say this, but this thing sounded depressing? Really Cristobal would be the only one alive? Nothing to live up to? But masturbating? That’s absurd. Cristobal scoffed when Odion said this, and took a seat once more. “I assume you already know my power.” Odion said, looking as if he were frustrated about something. Cristobal nodded when Odion asked this, picking up his phone. Pressing in a few keys, Cristobal frowned. His best friend got back with her boyfriend... Again.

“Yeah, you’re the big bad time controller, right?” Cristobal asked, while scratching his back.

[Odion Martins]

Smirking, Odion chuckled a bit. “Right, big and bad,” he said, watching the other boy check his phone. Why not? It wasn’t like he had much to lose by having others think this about him. He was never one to really care about what others thought of him, maybe that’s why he wasn’t very perceptive at this moment. He felt his stomach grumbling again, and he stood up a little straighter. “Well, it was nice meeting you I guess,” he said, taking a couple steps back, “breakfast is calling.” He offered a quick, forced smile, before turning his back on the other young man.

If he wanted to come, Odion supposed he wouldn’t stop him, but he seemed to have his hands full.

Odion reached into his pants pocket and took out his own phone, still in the common living area of his and Cris’ dorm. Nothing. No texts from anyone, not that he minded, just that he was wondering why he kept on paying a monthly fee for something he barely used. Probably for Rhett’s sake. Yes, that must’ve been it.

He looked back at his roommate, a final wave being given as he was just about to leave the room. Last chance.

[Cristobal Autieri]

Cristobal watched Odion’s muse go down, little by little. Cristobal suddenly threw on his pants, and his trench coat. A simple par of moccasins couldn’t hurt right? He slid those on too, walking towards his door getting his keys. “Well it was nice meeting you,” Odion said, taking a couple of steps back. Cristobal gathered his books, for studying, and sat back on his chair, to check on his phone. “Breakfast is calling.” Odion said with a fake smile. Cristobal looked at him, totally forgetting that he was there, only to smile, and get up. “I’ll come with you, I’m pretty hungry.” Cristobal said, with a hope of a smile on his face.

He slid on his needed nerd glasses, and his krochet beanie, and walked out of the door, dragging Odion along. After he left the common dorm of the four Hammel students. The Vermont cold air hit the both of them on the face. Cristobal kept on walking, letting go of Odion, before that special someone sees. “So tell me your story Odi--” Cristobal asks, calling him a new name --- a nickname. He walked on, carrying the heavy books, that he was expecting Odion to take.


But Cristobal didn’t mind, he wasn’t a complainer. “So umm--... Where are we gonna’ eat again?” Cristobal asked, having a confused tone.

[Odion Martins]

Trench coat? Moccasins? Where was this guy from, the deep south? Odion nodded once as Cris invited himself along for breakfast. The ginger watched the boy finish his ensemble, before being dragged out the door. He chuckled to himself. Cristobal was definitely a very unique person, someone Odi couldn’t quite put his finger on.

It wasn’t until they were outside that Cris released his roommate, and Odion regretted not bringing some kind of jacket. At least he had long sleeves. His blue eyes darted to the other boy’s. No one really called him that, not even Rhett. Odion wasn’t sure how he felt about that, so he just decided to let it slide. “I don’t have a story,” he said, although his accent betrayed him. Everyone had a story, and Odi’s was quite an interesting one. That didn’t mean he was about to indulge Cristobal. Nor was the ginger interested in hearing the other boy’s story. This wasn’t story time, period. Cris would soon learn that Odion wasn’t exactly the friendliest of persons, but he could be quite loyal to those he found... interesting.

Odi noticed Cris struggling under the weight of his textbooks. What part of going for breakfast did he not understand? “Well we’re definitely not going to the library,” he said with a cocky smirk, offering absolutely no aid to the other boy. He hadn’t been the one to bring books with him.

“I was thinking the cafeteria,” Odion said, raising an eyebrow at Cris, wondering if he had something else in mind. If he did, he should speak now or forever hold his peace. “Is that okay?” He asked, just to make sure, trying to be nice, taking into account the other boy’s opinion. Odi could be considerate when he wanted to be, but not always.

[Cristobal Autieri]

Cristobal watched Odion, eye him. Cristobal didn’t mind, because Odion would regret questioning Cris’ style when he felt the coldness of Vermont. Cristobal’s face stayed as pale as ever. His pale face lit up, as soon as they got outside towards the mess grounds... “Well we’re definitely not going to the library,” Odion said, being overdosed on confidence. Cristobal smiled, and laughed at Odion.. They kept on walking, but Cristobal was still struggling with his books. He spotted Odion giving him another look, but he made sure not to say anything of him doing so. Cristobal got a quick look at his buttocks, and then he looked away. Odi still didn’t offer any help, which was about to make Cristobal explode.


“I was thinking the cafeteria,” Odion said, raising his gingerly eyebrow... Cristobal nodded with a smile, after Odi stated the obvious. Cristobal walked into the mess hall with Odion, and smiled as the few jocks, the few nerds, and the few scene kids stood in there. “Well, I could get some studying in here... After all, I think there would be a few midterms test, not that we’re in college or anything, I like to think ahead!” Cristobal reassured Odion, after he got on the line for Breakfast. There was nothing to eat but, Pancakes, Waffles, Eggs, Frosted Flakes, Cinnamon Toast Crunch, and other name brand cereals.


Cristobal slid Pancakes into his plate, with some syrup. He got the sporks, and the plastic knives, for Odi and he. He sat back at the assumed table where his books were, and waited for Odion to come join him.

[Odion Martins]

In a matter of moments, the two boys were standing in line for breakfast, an array of other people already there. It was about ten o’clock, so Odion didn’t really expect the cafeteria to be empty. He watched Cristobal get his breakfast, and an extra set of utensils, and sit down with his mass amount of books. The redhead smiled softly, taking a try and filling a plate with a few pancakes as well. At least the brunette would be doing more studying than talking if he had brought his books along, right?

Sauntering over to their table, Odion sat across from his roommate, setting his tray down. “Oh, I forgot something to drink,” he said, standing up again, cutting into the line to get a carton of milk. He received a few stares for doing so, but people were usually grumpy in the morning and the ginger could care less. He was just as metahuman as everyone else around here. Sitting down again, the boy reached to get his cutlery which Cris had so thoughtfully gotten for him. He brushed the other boys hand momentarily, but was soon unwrapping the spork and driving it into his pancakes.

“What are you studying for?” He said in a sharp tone, eating a bit of his food. Odion wasn’t really interested in the subject matter, he was curious as to why Cristobal was studying at all. They were in high school, and it really wasn’t that hard to get through. A little golden shovel here, a little charm there, and every prof was eating bullshit right out of the palm of his hand. Odion had no aspirations to continue his education after high school. He had made it in life without an education before, and he would gladly live his life in the same fashion.

[Cristobal Autieri]

Whilst Cristobal was sitting down, he opened his Trigonometry note book. Odion finally sat down, with the same thing Cristobal got; only to let the steam off, Cristobal gave Odion a smirk. After a few minutes of reading the Trigonometry book, Cristobal looked up to Odion for a few minutes. Odion sighed in frustration, got up, and went into the line. After this, Cristobal shuffled around on the uncomfortable bench, and looked at Odion come back with a carton of milk. He was quite happy that, Odion didn’t have the courtesy of getting Cristobal milk. Cristobal actually hated milk.

“What are you studying for?” Odion said in a sharp, cute but annoying tone. Cristobal barely heard Odion’s voice, until he looked up to see his face in a curious structure. “I’m studying for the midterms, I know we don’t have them, but I’m just studying for test that might come up.” Cristobal said in concern. He kept on studying, having little bites of his pancakes. Cristobal shoved up his glasses, which was starting to itch his nose.

“I think I’m done with Trig, you need some studyin’ to do?” Cristobal asked.

[Odion Martins]

Cristobal seemed pretty preoccupied with his homework, but Odion didn’t mind. It was rare that silence left him feeling awkward. As a person who often lost track of time, he didn’t care if his roommate kept on studying. He was nearly done his breakfast when the boy with the light blue eyes finally decided to answer him absent mindedly. He Odion smiled a bit, thinking that he looked pretty cute with those big dorky glasses on. They suited him, somehow.

Shaking his head no, Odion began eating his next and last pancake. “I never study,” he said honestly, looking over at his roommate with a smug grin. It wasn’t because he was smart, it was because he didn’t really care. The only thing he put in extra time for, was essays. He had taught himself how to read, and was quite proud of everything he could do when it came to writing, in almost any of the Latin derived languages.

Odion’s dark blue eyes glanced over the guy’s other notebooks. Apparently Trigonometry wasn’t the only thing he planned on working on. Next, his eyes looked at his barely touched food. Hmm, Cris was very, intriguing to the redhead. He continued to eat his pancakes and sip at his milk, silence ensuing once again, letting Odi lose himself in his thoughts.