Lots Of Baggage...

[Jared Bell]

Jared had just spent the last day and a half running from terminal to terminal to make sure he actually caught his flight to Vermont. It had been bad enough getting to the first airport without getting caught, but honestly he would have done that seven times over if he didn't have to do all of that running again. His small amount of energy he had left was being used lugging his bags across campus while he tried to find Goddard and Martin. Knowing those two it would be easiest to find them in the busiest part of the school. They always were nicking things when they thought they wouldn't be seen. Either way he looked at it he would need help getting these bags up the stairs. It was cold outside and he wanted nothing more than to get inside and perhaps find someone to hit it off with. It wasn't as if he only wanted to be friends with the two he already knew. Although those were probably the only two who would be able to help him out of his present situation. Half of the reason why he had decided to set roots in America.

Walking along the path he could see his breath hanging in the air. He never was one to dress for the weather so right now he just had a hoody on over a t-shirt and a pair of worn jeans. "Bloody piece of shit!" His bag's wheel had snapped off in one of the cracks in the sidewalk. Now he was stuck dragging the damn thing lopsided across the campus. It wouldn't have been so bad if the bag hadn't been so expensive to get in the first place. It also would have been better if it wasn't containing the better part of what Jared owned. He was down to two cigarettes and he wanted to hold out until he could work out which American brand he liked, however his addictive nature had taken over. Before he even realized it he was puffing away and sucking in the sweet taste of the smoke. He looked around for a moment. Perhaps he'd be able to convince one of these poor saps to give him a hand with his bag.

Finally he spied what he was looking for. Another guy about his age walking on his own. Thankfully he was carrying absolutely nothing. Grunting as his bags dragged across the ground he made his way over to his next victim. "Oi mate! You mind giving a foreigner a hand here?" He called out, his British accent being forced even louder. He was looking for pity and being a stranger in a new country seemed like a good way. He continued to approach the bloke. With any luck he would even know where Martin and Goddard hung their hats.He dragged his bags up and as he opened his mouth to introduce himself the last bit of his cigarette fell from his mouth. "Well then... guess I'm done for today." He muttered as he stomped it out.

"The name's Jared Bell, and I'm looking for two of the craziest blokes you'll ever have had the pleasure of knowing." He said; extending his hand as he reached the blonde. He stood his bags up beside him as he waited to see how the bloke would react. If he knew Martin and Goddard they were trying to keep a low profile or some other nonsense. The least he could do for them was to buff up their reputation. Those two had always thought it was easier not to be noticed. The truth was it was easier to not be noticed if people actually saw you.

(cam)

[Cameron Osiris]

Everything was going to hell in a hand basket lately. Drama, wasn’t that something Cam had tried to avoid? Seriously, this year had started off so well too! Now he was on the hook for a few things, and if it weren’t for his amazing boyfriend and great group of friends, he would probably be blowing up light bulbs left right and center. As laid back as Cam was, the potential of being a father in a few months was putting him on edge, along with Ducky’s brother Odion being a usual pain in the ass. Declyn didn’t seem to be getting anywhere with that guy, but Cam had a lot of faith in him, and something had to go right for once.

Outside called for a good jacket and a warm hat, which was what Cam was wearing overtop his normal, comfy clothing. His hair was done but that didn’t really matter for the time being. He was making his way to his old beater truck and decided to go the scenic route – sometimes a little walk was good for clearing the mind, or something like that. There was a guy standing in the middle of the sidewalk, inhaling on his cigarette like it was a life sustaining device. Cam glanced him over, and knew without seeing the luggage right away that he had just arrived. Come on, Cam knew just about everyone in the school, and he would never forget a face. Especially not this face. Cam smirked as the guy approached him, his bags being dragged across the ground like a dead body.

The accent sounded familiar and yet, a lot friendlier. “Hey! Yeah I can do that,” Cam said, feeling more American than usual. What? He was from Cali and he was proud of it. Hammel should just appoint the blond as the one man welcome committee and get it over with, it was only a matter of time before Cameron Osiris knew you. “Sweet, I’m Cam, and I don’t think we’ve ever met before because I’m definitely into some crazy things.” Cam laughed at himself and shook the other guy’s hand. Cam picked up the other side of the bag and flashed the new guy a smile. “Oh and p.s. you probly want to get a warmer jacket or something, it’s uh, bloody cold here,” Cam said, attempting to connect some slang for Jared.

“So you’re here ‘cause some of your friends are?” Cam asked, wondering who this guy was actually looking for. Maybe Romeo or something, they both seemed to have similar personalities and Romeo was Irish, so, that wasn’t that far from England right?

[Jared Bell]

"Thanks man, I owe you big for this." Jared said as he shuffled the last few steps over toward Cam. Were all Americans so friendly? Shrugging it off, he listened to what Cam had to say. So it looked as if he had found someone up to his speed. "You ever play poker?" Jared asked excitedly. If Cam was really as crazy as he claimed then he would either know where to find a high stakes game or know who would be willing to play strip poker. Either would suit Jared's needs.The wind was biting his skin through the thin hoody and the boys friendly reminder made him smirk.

His face turned stone cold for a moment and he asked "You making fun of my accent you bloody wanker?" He paused for a moment and burst out laughing. "I'm just yanking your chained mate!" already he felt comfortable with this blonde fellow. If him and Martin went out for drinks he would be sure to invite this chap along. It was extremely doubtful many people disliked him. Maybe he wouldn't mind storing some of this crap in his room until Jared could find his old friends. "Just for the sake of curiosity... Would you mind storing this for me at all until I can find where I'll actually be staying? I can give you some cash or a favor if you want." hopefully the answer would be positive.

He laughed as he replayed the events that had caused his transfer. He supposed he could say it was his friends but where was the fun in that when the truth seemed so much more entertaining. "Well I came here because I have friends here, but honestly, I'm here because I was caught robbing a well off gentleman blind and he'd very much like his money back or my head on a platter." He said with a laugh. He made sure he made his true story sound fake, there was no way a stranger would think it true. Martin and Goddard however. Would most definitely know it for truth after its first telling.

"Yeah the two I'm looking for are also a couple of European blokes. They probably go by Goddard and Martin. You seen them around at all?" He asked enthusiastically. If all went well maybe he could just dump his bags off at their door. Those two were inseparable so it was almost a sure bet that they shared a room,if not an apartment. Jared stayed quiet for a second before continuing "Did they ever hook up? I've got €50 riding on it back home."

[Cameron Osiris]

“Nah, it’s all good,” Cam said. How many times had he helped someone through the school now? Jared didn’t need to worry about anything. “I’ve played before,” Cam stated. What? It wasn’t like he hadn’t ever tried, as he liked trying everything at least once. But he hadn’t played for very high stakes and he’d mostly learned through playing online, but it was pretty much the same in person right? Jared wasn’t asking if he was any good at it.

Cam’s smile faltered for only a second, before he too started laughing. “I’ll have to keep my eye on you,” he said with a twinkle in his eye, “and if anything I’m complimenting you. As soon as the chicks around here hear that accent they’ll be fallin’ all over you.” And Jared wasn’t bad to look at either, which would probably only help him in the end. Pushing the stuff along, Cam’s lips twitched into a broad grin. “You won’t need me for that man, trust me. You just gotta go to the welcome office, they give you a key, and presto, you can keep all this crap to yourself.” Cam wasn’t that much of an asshole that he would use good charity against someone else. The favour bit had been tempting, but, it really wasn’t necessary.

Listening to Jared, Cam really loved a good story, and he had been known to tell a few farfetched ones before, especially when he was boasting about all the daredevil things he’d done before. “Aw, your pretty head on a platter? What a shame,” Cam said, shaking his head and acting as though they’d been friends for years. Jared was easily the nicest new guy on campus. Most people were either very shy, or very awkward – he’d fit right in. His story wasn’t as good as what Cam would come up with though, and honestly, Cam didn’t want to know anyone’s deep dark secrets.

When Romeo wasn’t mentioned, Cam nearly dropped the suitcase. “You mean like, Odion Martins?” Cam asked, not knowing a whole lot about Rhett other than that those two had dated and obviously they weren’t anymore. He gave Jared an astonished look. “You? You’re friends with Odion Martins? Oh my god, he’s the hugest douche in the world,” Cam said, only too happy to start badmouthing his boyfriend’s brother. The suspense was killing Cam as he hung on every single one of Jared’s words. And then he outright laughed. “Dude, they were practically dating as soon as Odion got here, and believe me, he wasn’t as happy to see me then as you are now.” Seriously, who told off the one man welcome committee?

[Jared Bell]

"You know I haven't been here long enough to get a wingman yet right? An accent works wonders but a hot guy always does more for someone's reputation." Jared said with a broad grin. Apparently storing his stuff would be easy enough to ditch somewhere. "We'll that's a whole lot easier than selling a stranger the rights to my firstborn isn't it?" He asked with a grin. At least he had secured help with his bags and his newfound friend wasn't an ass. Only one day and already he had put himself into a situation where he could have very easily been taken advantage of. He silently reprimanded himself before he told Cam his story. He ran his hand through his almost constantly messy hair and let the truth, or the closest thing to it flow from his mouth. So long as he kept his poker face on Cam wouldn't be any the wiser.

"You don't even know half of the shame it would be." He said teasingly. Jared's mind was fixated on the problem he was running from now. What if Goddard and Martin just ignored his situation? Those two did a good enough job shutting him out before he had made his way to America. He wasn't going to be ignored again; this situation was bad enough that it warranted the action he had taken. Thankfully at least one of them had cared enough to help him into the country. Odion had always been good at forging documents. Sure changing his country of residence hadn't been easy but it was a whole lot easier than breathing underwater.

Jared's jaw dropped. What the devil was Cam talking about? "So he goes by his first name now then... And from the sounds of things he's not the same as I remember. I could tell you all sorts of stories about the times we had back in Europe! Like this one time me and him left another bloke we knew stuck naked in the middle of Venice. He also always seemed to be a hit with the ladies. You should of heard about his fire pants." Jared said, laughing at all the memories that were coming to mind. His laughter only grew when he realized he would be getting his money. Hell, Odion still owed him a pair of pants from strip poker. He always had been a sore loser.

"Why wouldn't my little gingerbread man not like you? You've been more than accommodating so far. Give me a week and he'll be trying to get into your pants mate. I'm capable of being a wingman too." Jared said, his grin spreading across his face. He and Martin had always got along well, Goddard wasn't disliked, just not as close. They had reached the stairs now and that's when the bottom of his suitcase decided to tear. It's contents spread all over the staircase. "Fucking hell!" Today very obviously was not going to be his day. Hopefully Cam wouldn't mind lending his help a little longer.

[Cameron Osiris]

Of course Cam knew that, he wasn’t that stupid. Jared wouldn’t be parading his shit on the school grounds in this kind of weather if he hadn’t just arrived. Cam took well to the stroke of his ego, “Looks like you might have both going for you.” And why not? Cam immediately liked this guy, and he liked being a wingman. Noah could share, right? Cam was all about sharing, he was such a giving man. “What would I do with those?” Cam asked, laughing off the rights to the newborn joke. “I’d ask for something way better than that, like unlimited All Dressed chips whenever the mood hit.” Yes, chips were better than children rights any day. “Well let’s keep you in one piece,” Cam said amiably, unaware of just who he was befriending in this moment.

“Well I don’t know if he goes by his first name or not, I think he said his name was Martin or something like that when we first met,” Cam said, waving off his indifference. Odion was a piece of work, and that was putting it lightly. But as Jared went on about the redhead, Cam wondered if they were talking about the same person. Europe and Venice and... ladies? Stories about Odion, should Cam even ask? Hell, Odion was even starting to sound impressive. The blond looked at the new guy with dizzying wonderment. By the sounds of it, he had no idea that Odion also had a brother, who Cam knew was a new occurrence for both sides. Would it be fair to Dec to know more about his brother from a stranger than he knew?

His little what? Cameron belted out a laugh and shook his head. This Odion kid was turning out to be quite the wildcard. “Well I tried being nice to him, he told me to fuck off,” Cam stated truthfully with a shrug. Cam let out another laugh and sighed. “You’ve been out of the loop for a while,” he stated, wondering how well this guy knew Odion, or Rhett come to think of it. “Besides, I’m taken and I’m pretty sure your gingerbread man is too,” not that Cam had a hot clue who Odion did and did not like, but he seemed to have a thing for blonds. Just not him.

Setting the bag down as it ripped, Cam laughed good naturedly and nudged his new friend. “Relax dude, it was a shitty suitcase anyways.” Cameron couldn’t even remember what he was out for anyways, probably Crazy Eyes needing more food, but that or whatever else he was doing could wait. Flipping over the case, Cam helped Jared put his things back inside, and the bottom of the case quickly became the top. They’d just have to carry it with two hands now. “There, good as new,” Cam stated sarcastically, hoisting the bag up the steps with the help of Jared. Being poor made letting go of items a hard thing to do, and Cam had to often think outside of the box if that mean fixing something so it was usable once more. “What’s all in here anyways?”

Reaching the welcome lobby, Cam sat down on one of the couches and motioned towards the main office. “They’ll give you a key in there, I’ll wait here with your stuff,” he offered, immediately taking out his phone to stop boredom from seeping in.

[Jared Bell]

Jared couldn't even be bothered to stifle his laughter. That was classic Martin, straight up telling someone he didn't like to fuck off. However based off of the incredulity on Cam's face Odion hadn't been playing as nicely as he once had. "Ah mate, doesn't mean I can't help you impress the ol' ball and chain." He said. Being a wingman wasn't always a one night job, sometimes you had to stick with it. Not that it was a demanding job or anything of the sort. If you could make somebody laugh you had already won them over.

The bag wasn't really that big of a deal but you tended to expect a little more out of something brand new. Of course he hadn't brought duct tape; it would have been the easiest fix in the moment. Of course he had decided against bringing it along even though was constantly repairing things. "Oh I know it's not a big deal but I'd be up shit creek without a paddle if you weren't here." He said. Jared was genuinely thankful for the help that Cam seemed to be all so willing to offer. He helped Cam get the now crate lifted up. Hopefully his dorm room wouldn't be too far from the offices.

"My whole life is in that bag basically mate. A little pocket money, the few things that were worth bringing from Europe, you know all that sentimental bullshit." Jared replied, huffing a little with the initial weight of lifting it from the ground. Wrapped among some of the sweaters and pants in his bag happened to be a small fortune and the tools of his trade. He wouldn't leave that behind if his life depended on it. The only problem with the fortune was that it wasn't enough to pay off the interest that was being demanded for his grievance against that bloke back home.

"Thanks mate... while you're at it do you want to add yourself to my phone with a picture?" Jared asked, tossing the blonde his phone. At least he'd be able to get ahold of him for future reference. With a sigh he stepped through the door to the office. It didn't take long for them to sort him out properly with a key to his new dorm room and the names of his room-mates. He bounced the key up and down in his palm before pocketing it. Turning on his heel he walked out of the office, a big grin on his face. It was a sure-fire thing now, assuming Cam knew his way to the dormitories.

Jared would be staying in the co-ed dorms. "You happen to know where I can find room 207? Or the co-ed building for that matter?" Maybe Cam would even be able to tell him what to expect from his room mates. It looked like they might be getting a bigger workout than he had first guessed. At least it gave him a chance to get to know him a bit better.

As they left the main office Jared started asking questions. "So what makes you tick man? Like what do you fancy doing, and what makes you the friendliest American I've ever met?" He wasn't trying to be flattering, rather he was genuinely curious. They made their way in the general direction Cam was leading them.

[Cameron Osiris]

Mate, Cam snickered at the slang and wished he could pull it off with such swag. “Hey, if you want to help me impress my boyfriend I could use the help,” he admitted. If someone was offering he’d take the help, especially since he was someone who made dates up as he went along, and they usually ended up being fun but he didn’t actually plan anything nice. Maybe he could use a wingman, but it definitely wouldn’t be to win over Odion. It took a lot to really offend Cam, and so far he hadn’t been in any fights, so although the redhead ticked him off a little from his attitude, he knew when he should steer clear of someone.

“Probably, not everyone is so nice,” Cam said, glad that Jared didn’t see the world as a bunch of butterflies and rainbows. Cam wondered if Jared had run into Odion, would he have received the same greeting? That guy came here for some kind of reason, maybe it was to get away from things, maybe it was to find Rhett, seeing as Jared knew the both of them. Now Cameron was more than curious.

Cam nodded as though interested. “Sounds like me when I came here,” he said, glancing at the now broken suitcase. Sure, his trip hadn’t been as far, but it wasn’t like Cam had a lot to bring into his dorm. Mostly just his guitar had been the key item, everything else didn’t really matter. What were a few pairs of lost socks? Cameron was too naive to think that Jared was lying.

“Can do!” Cam said, giving Jared a thumbs up as he went into the office. Aw yeah, Jared would be so honoured to have like, a dozen photos of his new blond friend right? Going into Jared’s contacts, Cam added his number, and just for the hell of it, his YouTube address in case Jared wanted to see all the awesome daredevil stunts and adrenaline rushes he did. After that, since Jared had a bunch of paperwork to fill out now, Cam took numerous pictures of himself in various poses ranging from silly to ‘sexy’ and put them in their own folder. By the time Jared was walking out, Cam had a very serious look on his face. “I can’t choose which one to make my contact picture,” he explained, as though this were a life or death decision.

“Aw sweet, you’re in co-ed too!” Cam said, obviously excited, and obviously he was in the same building. “Now I can come see you whenever I want,” he said, and then stated which room was his and that his policy was to keep the door open at all times. Cam was only too happy to continue hauling Jared’s crap over to the dorms. Then he could settle in and Cam could go do... whatever he’d been doing before. The blond laughed again and shrugged. “I dunno man, I like a lot of things, people mostly.” Cam fell for everyone, had just had a lot of love to give.

“I play guitar a lot, check me out on YouTube,” yes, that was another thing he had online. Cam was glad they were in the hallways of the co-ed dorms, and he nodded his head to the left. “There, that’s your room. They gave ya two keys, right?”

[Jared Bell]

Jared filled out the thick stack of papers that were waiting for him as quickly as he could. It was ridiculous the amount he had to go through. He was fairly certain that at this point he would have had less paperwork to adopt a child than he did now. After a small eternity of signing papers. He was finally done with the thick stack and he made his way out of the office feeling like a free man. He instantly saw the mark of a very serious man. "What's the problem?" he asked. Cam had given him an answer already. Jared burst out laughing, "Obviously the sexiest one." he said with a wink. He should have expected something like that from sombody with such character.

Cam didn't know it yet but a closed door wouldn't stop Jared if he wanted in. "Well even if the door was closed I could always find my way in. My special little skill happens to be phasing." He said proudly. Hell, his special little ability had gotten him out of enough jams that the problems it caused were soon forgotten. So Cam was one of those guys who did a little of everything. "Oh that's cool, I'm very much so a people person too. Every now and then I do a little parkour. Something I picked up back home." That about summed up his interests that Cam wouldn't guess.

"Bloody hell! Think of all the ass we could get with your skills!" Jared exclaimed, using his hands to magnify just how much he was talking about. He would be sure to check the internet later for his videos though; for now he had a room to get set up. "Thanks again." He said as he arrived at his new room."Can you give me your YouTube channel so I can check that out today yet?" He asked, fully unaware that it was already with Cam's credentials in his phone.

Jared opened the door and turned to Cam. "You've made this day a whole lot better than it could have been mate. Thanks again." He reached to shake the blonde's hand. After that was all said and done he saw his new living space for the first time. "Home sweet home." He muttered to himself as he finished dragging his bags in.

[Cameron Osiris]

“Can do,” Cam informed the, uh, bloke. There were many sexy poses to choose from, and after flicking through a few, he chose the best one. There was time enough for Cam to lie down on the couch, and take a very seductive picture of himself, featuring his face between his legs and giving suggestive eyebrows. Jared knew he wanted all of this.

Cam smirked. He wondered when the powers conversation was going to come up. “That’s cool bro, I bet that comes in handy all the time,” he said, raising a single eyebrow in a ‘if you know what I mean’ kind of look. Cam’s power wasn’t as exciting, or even useful, but it was pretty fun and he was proud of it. “I can light up a room,” he said, his attempt at being mysterious, “so if any light bulbs blow up in your room, or in the dorm in general, it’s usually my fault.” Stupid emotions and their connections to powers.

Cam jaw literally dropped. “You’re into parkour! No way, I could totally make some sweet videos of you.” Cam, was an excellent cameraman, ha ha, Cam the cameraman. “You should show me some moves some time,” again, he gave Jared a ‘if you know what I mean’ look, just for the hell of it.

Laughing as Jared mentioned his skills, Cam shrugged. “I’ve gotten all kinds of ass,” he stated simply, because he was nothing short of the best thing ever here at Hammel. And he had barely used his guitar. “You already have it man,” Cam said, lugging the rest of Jared’s things into his room and setting it down on the nice clean bed. Cam shook Jared’s hand pleasantly and gave him a good ol’ American salute. “Hey any time, just give me a ring when you want to party.” And with that, Cam left Jared in piece to go do... something.