Moving day is something Noah had been excited about since the moment he graduated high school, he's even had his bags packed since that day. Finally being able to live in his own dorm room hopefully with a roommate who he wouldn't despise. He's had so many good dreams about this day, a few nightmares too but he's willing to ignore those, and the day was really here. Plus, he's able to move away from his aunt and uncle, at last, he's always hated that house.

Noah runs a hair through his mousy brown hair to sweep it off of his forehead and out of his eyes. He considered having it cut before he got set up at college, but he's grown too attach to the length to let someone at it with their scissors. Of course, it was annoying at times, but it was naturally wavy and framed his face just right so it would be a loss to cut it. Besides, he needs to look his best if this really was going to be his year to finally get himself a boyfriend.

This was Noah's year, he could feel it. A new start, a new environment, a place where he can be himself at last. Nothing was going to spoil this for him, he was determined to make it great.

As he pulls up outside the large dorm buildings his excitement only grows. Everyone was walking around with suitcases and boxes, all starting a brand new chapter in their lives just like he was. Sitting in his car for a moment longer, he observes the other students and makes attempts at trying to get a feeling as to which one of them was going to be his roommate. He hopes it isn't the guy carrying the box filled to the brim with black metal memorabilia. Not that he's one to judge, he just would rather not fall asleep every night with the possibility of having nightmares from the posters staring at him from across the room.

With a deep, contented sigh, Noah finally turns off the ignition and leaves his car. It was time to do the first thing on his list (yes, he has a list. Organisation is a great skill to possess), and that was picking up his keys. It would be a little tricky knowing where he's going and actually getting into to said place without them. So, he grabs all of his valuables (phone, ID, car keys etc) and heads on his way with a bright smile plastered on his face.

It becomes apparent to him as he walks up to the main office that he's perhaps within a minority of people who were excited to be there. All he keeps seeing are frowns, people yelling at their parents to not damage their things, and very few people holding the same amount of excitement as he. Although he does see a fair few happy faces which bring him some hope that not everyone was a massive downer, he just hopes that one of those people are who he gets roomed with. Honestly, his roommate could be a bit of a downer and he wouldn't completely mind, as long as they didn't complain about having a goldfish in the room. A pet is something he's always wanted, and he would hate for the other person in the room to hate his new child. Either way, he's getting the bloody fish, no roommate is going to tell him otherwise.

"Hi! I'm Noah Henderson, here to pick up my room key. I'm moving in today," he smiles a toothy smile, displaying his perfect teeth to the frowning woman in front of him.

"Noah Fenderson," she mutters in a bored tone as she scans the papers on the desk before her.

"Henderson."

"What?"

Noah flinches at the snappy tone, feeling threatened although he hasn't done anything wrong. Suddenly he wishes his surname did begin from an F instead. "Uh- it's just... you said 'Fenderson' and my surname is actually 'Henderson'."

"Okay then, Noah Henderson." The woman deliberately puts emphasis on his surname as she speaks, looking back down at her papers with a slight roll of her eyes.

This was definitely not the start that Noah was hoping for. He was only correcting a mistake on his name so the woman would actually be able to find him amongst the other names, her rudeness was unnecessary. Her attitude makes him have to bite his tongue to stay quiet, refraining from asking her why the hell she was acting as if he waltzed into the room and spat on her desk. Maybe she just didn't appreciate his positive attitude, or perhaps she was a hater of friendly smiles. Whatever the case, Noah really just wants to get his keys so he could leave and hopefully never have to come back.

"Block 7, room 6D."

Holding himself back from snatching the keys from her boney hands, Noah politely thanks the woman and takes the shiny, silver key from her palm. And then he's gone, dashing out into the fresh air so he could finally feel comfortable again. His hand clutches the strap of his backpack tighter as he strides quickly towards his blocks, willing it not to slip off his shoulder as it's accustomed to doing.

The sun shone brightly on the path, almost as if it were lighting his way towards his home for the next three years. He likes to think it's a sign of good things to come, but he's always been a bit of a dreamer, seeing a sign behind everything that happens to him, believing in fate. But now was not the time to change his beliefs. Until he has a reason to stop believing, he was going to keep his head in the clouds.

Unfortunately, the floor his room was on was exactly as he thought it would be, infested with beefed-up jocks yelling. There is no doubt that they'll keep him up at night, throwing parties and fighting each other for dominance. Noah sighs. Sure, he already saw this coming, but a part of him had hoped that it wouldn't be as bad. He was hoping he would put with all the other art majors. Quiet, peaceful, big fans of early bedtimes and mornings just as he was. That was just another dream though, clearly, he's not fortunate enough to have that as his reality. Now he can only hope that his roommate wouldn't be another letdown.

The keychain catches his attention as it swings when he fits the key into the lock, a shiny, red one glinting in the dim lights of the hallway. 'F6D' was engraved neatly onto it, a good reminder of where his room was so he never forgets. He can feel eyes on him from the other boys in the hallway, probably judging his pale pink hoodie and tight, light blue ripped jeans, or maybe it was his Ravenclaw backpack that they had a problem with. But it doesn't matter what they were judging him on, because within a second he had escaped into the safety of his own room through the now unlocked door, all of their obnoxious laughter now muffled behind it.

Darkness completely engulfs the space in which he was standing, making it almost impossible for Noah to see anything. Why the curtains were drawn shut was a mystery, especially when the sun was as bright and beautiful as it was today. He tiptoes across the room, trying his best not to fall over something or worse, stub his toe. That's the sort of pain that would ruin his whole day, turning his good mood sour in a mere second. But thankfully luck seems to be on his side. He makes it to the window with no issues, the reason for that becoming completely clear once he allows the light to illuminate the room. The entire space was almost completely empty, the only furniture being two narrow single beds, a couple of slim nightstands sitting on either side matching the wood of two small wardrobes standing at the other side. It surely was sparse.

Making the room look a little livelier should be able to keep his mind occupied until his roommate arrives, whenever that moment will be. But for now, he'll turn to the next part of his list, something that he wasn't looking forward to in the slightest. He pulls his phone from his jean pocket, deleting the first point on his list and sighing as he reads 'bring stuff to room' written on the bright screen. So he heads back to his car, thankful that he didn't have many things to take with him. Still, the two trips he has to make are hell for him. Why was the parking lot so far away from his block? And did the block have to have so many stairs? His fitness levels were definitely not up for this.

As soon as he's brought the last of his stuff to the room he flops down onto his bed with a sigh, officially claiming the right side as his side. He hisses in pain when he realises just how stiff the mattress is, it really was just a slight step up from laying on the floor. Back problems were something he was hoping he wouldn't have to deal with until he was an old man, but now it seems as if he'll be developing them before he even reaches his twenties. Hopefully, he'll still be able to bag himself a boyfriend when he's looking like the hunchback of Notre Dame. Not that it really matters at this point, he can't exactly get less action than he was before he came here, thankfully there's no amount less than nothing.

Now, Noah has never been an avid decorator, to be honest, he's never really had the chance to be. But, he would say that he's not the worst when it comes to making an empty room look a thousand times better than before, not that it was the most difficult concept in the world. The first thing he does is unpack his clothes, neatly hanging shirts onto the flimsy hangers already inside the wardrobe and folding up the rest into the rickety drawers at the bottom. Then comes the fun part. The real decorating starts the moment he pulls all his newly bought items out of a safely packed bag, taking care of the items he managed to buy out of the money from his summer job. He hangs little lights around his headboard, dresses his bed in brand new, pale blue bedding covered in little white stars, positions a table lamp onto his nightstand, the lampshade perfectly matching his new bedding and to tie everything together he hangs art pieces onto his wall. Being modest he only displays one of his own works, a calming piece displaying his favourite spot beside a river in his home town, he's always been proud of the painting. Surrounding it were copies of famous art pieces, all of his favourites that cheer him up whenever he looks at them. He thinks he's going to need a lot of cheering up during the academic year.

Apart from the still empty left side of the room, it finally looks just how Noah wanted it to. And that only leaves one thing on Noah's list, sitting now lonely on the notes page, the words 'make friends with your new roommate!' written with the addition of far too many emojis to really convey his excitement in digital form. So he sits on his rigid bed, cross-legged with his laptop resting in front of him to keep him occupied for the time being, just waiting for someone to walk through the door.