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Gestimas Captor was probably an average college kid. At least, he would be, if he wasn’t as good with computers as he was. The college paid him to fix computers around the campus when they went buggy. On occasion, he would fix computers for the students who he liked for free, and he charged the ones he didn’t like.
When he wasn’t tinkering with his computer, working, or doing homework, he was in practice. He played soccer and participated in track and field in the off-season. Compared to the other players, he was skinny, awkward, and more suited for basketball, but that didn’t mean that he couldn’t move faster than they could. He was also more flexible, and that always was useful.
Today was a day when he had plenty of spare time, so he sat in the library with nothing specific to do. His laptop was on the table in front of him, his glasses pushed up on top of his head. The current puzzle in his brain was to re-design one of his websites, and he couldn’t quite figure out what to do with it.
“Fish.” A deep voice said over his shoulder. “Yer website needs them little fish that swim around an’ let people interact with ‘em.”
“Since when do I let my asshole roommate tell me what to put on my website, Ampora?”
The other laughed, taking a seat beside Gestimas. “Since when I’m yer equipment manager. And do please call me Icantheon. It bothers me when people call me by my last name.”
“Let it bother you, asshole.” He replied, pulling his glasses back down on his face. “Why are you here anyway?”
“Mar and I want to know if you want to go to a party tonight.”
“Why would I want to even associate with you and your girlfriend?”
“Karmine will be there.”
“And if he’s there, that means his girlfriend and Malasana will be there."
Icantheon groaned and leaned his chair back on two legs. “Yer behind on the times, Gestimas. Leijon dropped out some time ago and moved away. Karmine’s free as a bird.”
“But I’m not dumb. Star quarterback Malasana Makara has his eyes on Karmine, and I’m not one to challenge him.” Closing his laptop, he stood up and slid it into his bag.
“Aye, but yer stupid for not tryin’.”
“He’s not into me.”
Icantheon grabbed Gestimas’ arm as he started to walk away. “And where are you going?”
“I’ve got better things to do than talk to you.” He replied, snatching his arm back.
“Bullshit. If you had better things to do, you wouldn’t have been in here ponderin’ what to change yer site to now, would you?”
“For being who you are, you’re deadly right for once. And annoying.”
“Think what you want, Gestimas. In other news, I’m dragging you to that party. Yer not sayin’ no.”
“You really are an ass.” He said, turning to walk away.
“Gestimas!” Icantheon called as the other walked off. “Quit wearin’ so much black! It’s not yer color.”
He laughed and flipped the other off, leaving the library. AS the door closed behind him, he thought a moment before continuing his walk. “What kind of party would Karmine go to? Last I knew, he wasn’t one for going to them.”
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Later in the day, Icantheon came in the dorm with his arm wrapped around Marquise’s waist. “Gestimas, get yer ass off the computer. The party’s gonna start soon.”
Gestimas looked up from his computer and glared at his roommate. “Remind me of why I’m even attempting to go to this party?”
“Because you never go out.” Marquise said, detaching herself from Icantheon. “It’ll be fun.” She went over to the closet on Gestimas’ side of the room and started pawing through it. “God, your wardrobe’s so bland and black.”
“Yeah, so?”
“You can’t go out like this!”
“She’s got a point, Gestimas.” Icantheon walked over to him and shut his laptop. “Up you go.”
“Fuck you, Ampora.” He replied, getting up from his chair. “I’m not going to this stupid party.”
“Yes you are.” Marquise threw a yellow shirt at Gestimas. “Change into that. It’s more your color.”
“But I don’t like yellow.”
“Then why the hell do you own a yellow shirt?” Icantheon asked.
“Because my brother gave it to me. He made me promise that I’d take it to college.” He sighed and pulled off his current shirt.
“Which one? Ya got two of ‘em.”
“Hey! Not in front of a lady!” Marquise shrieked, turning away from the two.
“Then the lady shouldn’t be in the same room as a man who isn’t shy and needs to change.” Gestimas pulled on the yellow shirt and smiled at her back.
“Great! Now that yer changed, you can’t say no.” Icantheon grabbed Gestimas’ arm and dragged him out of the dorm, his free arm around Marquise’s waist. “And you’ve got to drink at least one cup of whatever they happen to have there.”
“But I don’t like alcohol!”
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While at the party, Gestimas sulked on the couch, holding a red Solo cup filled with the worst beer he’d ever tasted. It was the second cup that Icantheon had shoved into his hands before vanishing into the party. He wondered how hard it was to lose sight of the other, as large as he was, and it seemed pretty damn easy to do. Eventually, he had to relinquish his seat on the couch to a couple that decided to make out on it. He made his way outside and onto the patio, but before he could get there, someone “graciously” refilled his cup for him, sending him outside with a pat on the back.
“This party is shit, and I don’t see why Icantheon made me come here.” He reluctantly took a sip of his beer. “And this beer is shit.”
“Aye, it is.” Icantheon said. He was leaning on the doorframe, having been close by when Gestimas made his trip outside. He looked positively wasted, but he liked to claim that he was a functioning alcoholic. “And what are you doin’ out here?”
He turned to face the other, leaning back on the patio railing. “Got crowded out of my seat, so I thought it’ be better out here.”
“I see…” he downed the rest of his beer and walked over to lean on the railing to Gestimas’ left.
“And perhaps you could tell me what you’re doing out here instead of inside where everyone else is.”
Icantheon looked out at the pool as if he was searching for the answer in its depths. “You looked lonely out here. I would’ve figured that ya’d be talking to Karmine by now.”
“Number one, since when did you give two shits about me being lonely? And number two, I haven’t seen hide or hair of Karmine or Malasana since we got here.”
He chuckled, but followed it up with a sigh. “I’m giving two shits because I’m just as lonely as you are right now, if not lonlier.”
“I thought Marquise was here with you.” He said, taking a sip of his beer.
“She left me floppin’ like a fish outta water. Said there was a girl she liked more, an’ she could tell there was someone else fightin’ their way into my heart.”
“And how could she know?”
“Seems that I pester the people I like very much. It’s apparently how she and I got together a couple years back. Ya gonna finish yer beer?”
Gestimas looked at his almost half-empty cup and shook his head. “You can have it. I’m going to sit out by the pool.”
“Not alone, ya aren’t.” He grabbed the cup from Gestimas and followed him down the patio stairs. “I know from personal circumstances that bein’ drunk and pools don’t really mix.”
“This drunk has some pretty good balance.” He replied, standing a few feet from the edge of the pool.
“Yeah, but you an’ I both know that ya aren’t fond of water.” Icantheon finished the beer in two large gulps, setting the cup down on one of the plastic chairs.
Gestimas laughed and crossed his arms. “I forgot that you knew what happened between me, Arcethia, and a pool. Did you know that they finally put her away?”
“No, I didn’t. It’s sad what she did to you. I wish that I had been there for you while it was happening.”
“Bullshit.” He turned to face the other. “You don’t care that much about me.”
“Maybe not then, but now, I’m not too sure.”
“It’s stupid to fall in love with your roommate. Even stupider to have feelings that said roommate might not return.”
He walked over to Gestimas, getting closer than his comfort zone would usually allow if he was sober. “It’s also stupid to push all relationships aside just ‘cause ya had an abusive one.”
Gestimas frowned at him. “I’d rather not refer to that time, Icantheon.”
“You’ll have to get over it someday.”
“If you’re trying to flirt with me, you’re failing. Miserably.” He pushed past Icantheon and retreated back inside the house.