Come to Annoy Me Further? (Romeo)

[Lucah Ivaskov]

Sucky birthday, no friends, no family and no Belle. What did he have? One douchebag roommate. Not only had Romeo tried to sabotage whatever had gone on between Luc and Lyssa, but then he decides he's going to talk shit about Luc to the one girl Lucah loved that wasn't related to. And that had only added to the messy separation between them. Being stuck in his dorm room was something Lucah had avoided for weeks, but he figured that it would be safe today.

He was waiting for graduation and was over joyed that soon he wouldn't be around Hammel. Well, unless his little sister did come back to the States. Eventually he wouldn't have to put up with the same people he'd been stuck with for so many years. One being his roommate. That was probably the best part of graduating. He'd get a chance to be around regular humans and metas and he'd be able to study what he was interested in.

Though, he hadn't really thought about what his career choice would be.

Lucah lay on his bed, flipping through his notebook and all of his past works. Maybe he could be an English major? It would not only help with his writing, but then he could do what he enjoyed. Or better yet, he could major in Music Performance. He'd studied classical music in elementary school before he had transferred to North America. If he continued studying different instruments and vocal instrumentation, he could even be a music teacher. For once in weeks, a smile crossed his lips.

[Romeo Buckland]

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“Hey fag,” winked Romeo as he barged into Lucah’s room with nothing more than a towel around his waist. Personal space has never been incorporated in the Irish boy’s vocabulary, even more so when he learned how to easily get around Lucah’s doorknobs by shifting momentarily to his armoured form and easily crushing the offending piece of metal with his heavy grip. Ever since he discovered that he and Lucah were practically the same size – shirts, pants, everything, though he would insist that he is just slightly more buff than the Romanian – he’s been ‘borrowing’ the boy’s stuff on an almost regular basis. Yes ‘borrowing’, because Romeo argues that he doesn’t really keep them (he returns them a week or so later), even washes and folds them after he does. When asked why he doesn’t ask for permission though, well, he says he and Lucah are best of friends and they already have an implicit understanding of the whole situation.

As if.

In any case, the boy’s goingsneaking out again to hang out with his college buddies, and thus is in need of decent club/bar clothing. After brushing his wet and unruly mane off his face, he quickly went through the boy’s cabinet, instinctively knowing where Lucah keeps his pants and shirts already. “Yo, where’d you put that white shirt of yours,” he groaned as he dug through the pile, throwing the unworthy ones to the bed, “You know, the one with the green gorgon head? It’ll match well with the purple shorts Bryan lent me.” He made a quick ‘Aha!’ gesture when he finally found what he was looking for, then moved on briefly to the underwear drawer. “Good lordy, why do you still have tighty whities in here? Eww.” Laughed Romeo, before playfully throwing a pair towards the Romanian.

[Lucah Ivaskov]

And that smile evaporated within seconds.

Lucah's face fell into that mask of shear disgust whenever the Irish boy was around or even brought into a conversation. Why had he been stuck with the polar opposite of him? Sure, he understood the whole 'getting to know others' bit that every school tried to enforce, but if he'd wanted to get to know this boy, well...he really never would have. It was bad enough that Romeo insisted on stealing his stuff, yes stealing, then he had the nerve to just walk into Luc's room whenever he so chose to. Lack of privacy really bothered Lucah, especially when Romeo came in with just a towel wrapped around his waist.

"Are you trying to make up for lost time of annoying me? Because if that is the case, I really didn't miss it. As for my shirt, it is in the closet where it should always be," Lucah said with a thick layer of exhaustion in his voice. It wasn't that he was really exhausted, Romeo just had that affect on him. Luc wasn't really paying much attention considering this was pretty routine. It was sad to say that he'd seen Romeo's half naked body a lot more than he saw his own. And it really tended to sicken him.

As the Irish boy went on about purple pants, the princeling just kept his focus on the notebook in front of him. He hadn't noticed when Romeo pulled out his undergarments, but was thoroughly irritated when they were thrown at him. "I'd say they were probably yours since you are in my closet more than I am, but seeing as though you don't believe in such things as undergarments in general, well it's unlikely. My guess is that you bought those to screw with me because I do not wear those ghastly, uncomfortable things."

[Romeo Buckland]

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“Oh puh-lease. Don’t you ever think that you’re the most important piece of shit in this world,” grinned Romeo as he walked closer to Lucah, catching the Romanian’s chin between his thumb and index finger then forcing it to pout while waving in from side to side, “While I do enjoy making you feel like crap, I can live a day without seeing your pouty princess tantrum-face. It’s just that you’re the closest you know. If Fred was our roommate, I’d pick on him more than you. He breaks a whole lot faster. Problem is he lives two floors up, and moving up the stairs is such a bother.” Convenience is everything after all.

“Of course you would know what’s in the closet. When are you coming out of it anyway?” added the boy with a wink, “Like I said princess, I won’t judge. And besides, I’m not the only one who notices how hungry your eyes look whenever they’re on me. I understand. I get hungry whenever I see myself in the mirror too.” He threw the said white shirt over his shoulder as he began rummaging through Lucah’s underwear drawer, “Red boxer briefs, nice. Where’d you get this? Think I can borrow it for tonight?”

He did notice that while Lucah was talking to him, he was more focused on the notebook he had on his hand, so quickly the boy jumped on the bed and grabbed it. “What is this?” he asked as he rolled on the bed and turned the pages, “Some kind of notebook where you write all your hidden homoerotic bullshit desires?”

[Lucah Ivaskov]

Lucah rolled his eyes as he continued flipping through his notebook. Romeo's 'princess' bit was getting a little on the old side, it didn't spark as much anger in the Romanian boy. He no longer cared what people in this place thought of him. He had class and intelligence whereas those who used the same jokes over and over again were lacking both things. Romeo being one of them. "Oh I'm sure. You're far too lazy to walk up two flights of stairs just to use the same bad material on someone else. You really should come up with something new, it might get more of a reaction out of me." Luc said nonchalantly as he flipped the page.

Lucah snorted and shook his head, "I will when you do Romeo. Your eyes may not 'hunger' for me, but they've surely gone after others. You can continue to try and kill my masculinity, but that's one thing that will never be taken away." He laughed shortly and ran his fingers through his hair. Same conversation, different day. Would it ever get any less annoying? That was unlikely. "Would you mind keeping your hands off of my boxers? I understand that you're trying to find something that might make you look a little more flattering down there, but let's just admit that those are a little too big for you. You wouldn't be able to fill it out properly," Luc cracked a smirk and flipped the page again.

Lucah was looking through the notebook that contained a few random lyrics from songs he liked, a few essays from classes he'd taken, notes, nothing that interesting. And yet, those few things were a lot more interesting than anything Romeo had to say. Lucah was searching for an essay that he had excelled on that he might be able to put in his portfolio if he was really going to major in English or literature. "You can go ahead and try to comprehend those works, but I think they are a bit complex for your simplemindedness," Lucah said with a shrug as he folded his arms behind his head. On the inside, he was a little less relaxed about the whole thing. In fact, he was actually picturing himself punching Romeo very hard in the nose, the thought brought a wide smile to his face.

[Romeo Buckland]

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“Up-pup-pup,” Romeo quickly said, like a teacher preventing one of his prized pupil from making a very obvious mistake, “You already forgot what I said earlier? I don’t need to spell it out for you again, don’t I?” The Irish boy’s already moved on from Lucah’s shirts and underpants to his shoes, making all sorts of faces, ranging from amusement to disgust, as he went through the pairs. “Don’t ever think that you’re higher than the other people I rain crap on. Or even that you’re on their level. You might be a bigger piece of shit, but you’re way below them.” He settled on a black-and-green pair, but when he saw the design in front, quickly threw it out and began searching again. “If you should know, you’re the only one who’s called ‘Princess’. Fred’s a ‘retard’, Loreena’s a ‘tranny’ and Dinah’s a ‘butterface’. Only Hannah and Patricia share the same name – ‘teeth’.”

Romeo merely gave Lucah’s retort a half-hearted snort. “Did I ever deny my desires on someone? Well if I did, I apologize. I never meant to mislead you.” Despite the seemingly sincere words, the sneer on his face suggests otherwise. “From now on, I will be completely honest with you. I have been craving me some Vanessa lately. Have you seen what that panther-shifter’s been packing?” He made an obscene gesture referring to the said panther-shifter’s breast-size. “I could just die and go straight to heaven.”

Size jokes are a little tiring when they’re not uttered by him, so Romeo simply winked and grinned, then throwing the red boxer briefs over his shoulders. “Sure thing boss. Whatever lets you sleep at night.”

“Yeah, like ‘You didn’t have to cut me off, make it like it never happened and that we were nothing’ is that hard to understand,” said Romeo while rolling his eyes, “Also, very gay.” He continued looking through the notebook’s pages when he saw the odd smile on the Romanian boy’s face. “If you’re having odd fantasies because I’m half-naked in bed with you, please stop it. Even though I’m drugged and drunk, I’d never fuck you. I’d suggest going to your girlfriend and having them help you get some release, but I forgot, you don’t have one anymore. Can’t get it up for them, can you?”