My Leg!

[Trevor Wallace]

Morning was perhaps the best part of one of the many days Trevor had spent at Hammel, and in this room specifically.  He had a decent experience, and a best friend one room over.  Sure they had their differences but all in all Trevor and Jasper got along swimmingly.  With a stretch and a yawn, he ran a hand through his hair in small attempt to tame it and shifted his weight so he sat on the edge of the lofted bed.

Trevor jumped down and landed barefoot on the ground, his pajama bottoms a bright blue in the otherwise  shaded room.  T's personal space was all grays and blacks and white - very minimalist.  His wardrobe on the other hand, tended toward blue and green.  He leaned over, stretching with a sigh before standing upright.  He threw on a plain white tanktop and stood in front of his mirror, looking a bit closer at his face.

A bit closer in Trevor's case meant, well, way closer than any one person should probably look at his face.  Every wrinkle, pore, hair... this was something he was used to.  He was trying to figure out what spots he missed the most showering.  It really just meant he'd be wearing his glasses early today.

He reached back onto the desk and picked the blue stemmed (farsighted correction) pair and stuck them on his face, trying to get his eyes back to normal focus.  Unfortunately, all he could see was the imperfections present on the lenses themselves.  No scratches, thankfully, but he made a mental note to clean them very well next time.

"Crap, I thought I was over this..." he mumbled, turning around to sit down and wait it out.  Either his vision would correct itself eventually or he would pass out from the strain.  What a way to start the day.  Those outside or next door to his room would hear a rather loud ruckus as he tried to sit down but misjudged, slamming his shin and knee into the side of his desk chair before spinning to sit on that same chair.

Needless to say, he was in pain.

"Dammit! Not again!"

This time Trevor was yelling. Fun times.

[Jasper Blackwater]

The general agreement in Room 208 was that Jasper showered first, because Jasper woke up earliest and got ready the quickest and left plenty of hot water and leisurely shower time for everyone else. This suited him just fine; he was perpetually cheerful and woke easily, and he liked having the extra time for breakfast.

He emerged from the shared bathroom wearing a gray t-shirt and a pair of dark blue boxer shorts, with towel-mussed hair that was quickly drying. He paused in front of the table in the common area, which boasted a microwave, a coffee pot, assorted condiment packets and cellophane-coated plastic utensils, and a colorful cardboard box from The Holey Land, which contained a selection of two-day-old doughnuts that he’d brought back from work.

He lifted the edge of the box and selected a chocolate-covered-with-sprinkles after a few moments of silent deliberation. He might have taken a bite, too, if not for the sudden, blinding pain in his leg; he bent over the table for a moment, wincing, and then he put his breakfast down on top of the box and limped over to investigate.

Finding the source wasn’t difficult—all he ever had to do was follow the thump, which usually led to Trevor. Jasper opened the door to his friend’s room without knocking, mostly to ensure that the other boy wasn’t dead. There was no modesty between them anymore—they had known each other too long, and they had weathered the tumultuous sea of puberty in a shared space, which had left very few secrets between them.

He poked his head inside to find Trev sitting in his desk chair, very much alive and favoring his own leg. Jasper squinted, assessing the damage.

“Do you still have both of your knees?” asked Jas. “Are you going to faint? How long has it been?”

A pause, and then:

“Want me to bring you a doughnut? There’s one Boston cream.”

[Trevor Wallace]

Trevor heard movement outside, which meant that Jasper was likely awake and finishing up his shower. T let out a sigh, starting to count in his head. His timing seemed to be spot on - as he mentally got to zero his door opened. He didn't seem surprised at all, in fact he was watching the door with the expectation of seeing Jasper.

He was right.

Without moving much, he gave his roommate a welcome smile. It didn't fade as the barrage of questions spouted from Jasper's mouth. Trevor gave it a few moments pause before responding.

"Yes, no, day before summer break."

Each question was answered quickly, though he didn't seem at all bitter.

"Stop worrying, I'm fine mom" he told him with a smartass smile. Though, at the offer of a donut his expression went a bit slack. "...Sure. A doughnut sounds really good right now." Trevor smiled and brushed off his knee. The whole time he had been kind of just staring at the wall. "Yeah the wall looks really gross. Thought you'd want to know." With a chuckle, he closed his eyes to try and get his vision straight again.

Honestly, Trevor hated when this happened. Though, without Jasper as a roommate he would probably have injured himself much worse by now. He was, to say the least, thankful.