So I'm returning from the grave to write fanfiction for one of my oldest ships... huh.

Yeah I've been reading waaay too many college AU fics for this not to happen.

Also based off of a picture by palmwoodstexts on tumblr, in which Kendall says "the only thing I've had to eat today is leftover bday cake and a shot of tequila" to which the rest of the guys reply "welcome to college". Also, thank you to tumblr user k3schmaslow for mentioning writing a kames fic.

Gonna try to name every chapter title after fall out boy lyrics or song titles. This will fail miserably, but it's worth a shot.

Here we go.

To be honest, I've never really had close friends.

I wasn't unpopular, don't get me wrong. I was about as popular as any other guy on the local hockey team, and probably the most popular kid in glee club, but I'd never really developed close relationships with people before. Not really. I mean, I had my sister, but she was about it.

Leaving behind a nearly-relationship-less life wasn't hard for me. But being dropped into a life where I was living with three other guys was probably not the best way to introduce me to creating close relationships.

As soon as I stepped off of the elevator and into the hall, I was greeted with a shout of "HERE COMES ANOTHER ONE!"

Suddenly, a short Latino kid came running up and practically jumped on me. "Hi! I'm Carlos!" he shouted into my ear.

"U-uh, hi?" I stammered, trying to keep my balance.

"Aw, he's shy! GUYS, THIS ONE'S SHY!" he called behind him. I just kept trying to keep a straight face and not blush.

"You're Kendall Knight, right? The one from Minnesota?" Carlos asked, climbing off me.

"Uh, yeah." I rubbed the back of my neck.

"You're in dorm F09, with James." Carlos explained reading the room number off my key and then gesturing down the hall. "Me and my boyfriend Logan are right next door, so if you ever need me. James is a freshman, too."

"You're a sophomore?" I asked.

"Yeah, Logan and I both are." Carlos turned around to head back to his hiding spot behind his and his roommate's- boyfriend's door. "See you around, then?"

"Uh, yeah." I headed down the hall, looking at the doors and stopping in front of F09. I didn't know whether to knock or not, so I just kinda stood there (like a fucking idiot).

"You can just go on in." A voice said from behind me. I turned around to see a short, dark-haired guy standing behind me. "Sorry if Carlos was a little wild earlier. He's really a great guy once you get to know him. I'm Logan. Logan Mitchell." he extended his hand.

I took his hand and shook. "Kendall Knight."

"Nice to meet you. Like I said, you can just go on in, James isn't even in right now, he went downstairs to go make sure all his stuff got in."

I looked down at the boxes I was dragging behind me on a cart. How much stuff would you need to bring with you to make sure it all got delivered all right? I looked back up at Logan and nodded before heading in.

Inside the room there was a bunk bed, two identical desks, and two identical wardrobes. The room was dark due to blinds covering its windows, and the floor barren aside from my boxes that were sitting in the doorway. I took two more steps inside before looking back. Logan was gone, probably to restrain Carlos from attacking the next poor kid who showed up, and all I saw was the brightly lit hallway.

I switched on the lights and shut the door, hoping James had his key on him, whoever he was. I had already clipped mine onto my lanyard, since the lady at the check-in had given them to me before I had come up.

I began rummaging through my boxes and sorting them. I decided not to put anything of mine anywhere specific until James got back. It was his room, too, he had the right to argue over which bunk he got.

I sat in the floor going through my stuff until I heard the door open and someone clear their throat.

"You're my roommate, Kendall, right?" I heard him ask.

I turned to look at him and- oh.

Oh.

This could be a problem.

See, I'm not a flaming homosexual, but this guy was fucking hot.

This guy was Disney prince hot.

"Um, yeah. You must be James." I said, standing up. I didn't want to be at dick-sucking height for too long around him, or else it might actually happen.

"Yeah." James nodded. "So where you from?"

"Minnesota." I said.

"Wow, that's pretty far off." James said. "Most of the people I've met so far have been relatively local. Any real reason you wanted to come to the luxurious Palm Woods Academy for the Performing Arts." he adopted a snobbish accent as he spoke the school's full name.

And then he grinned.

When James grinned, he didn't just grin. It was with all those pretty teeth. His mouth pulled back at a perfect angle. And then I realized.

"You have a Jay Gatsby smile." I said, blurting it out before smacking my hands over my mouth.

"I have a what?" James asked, dropping the smile and cocking his head to the side a little.

"A Gatsby smile. Like the novel by F. Scott Fitzgerald? It means that your smile seems "irresistibly prejudiced in your favor". Well, my favor, but you get what I mean."

"Oh, yeah, The Great Gatsby. I remember reading that in high school, maybe my junior year? Me and a couple friends dressed up in the 20's style and went to go see the Leonardo DiCaprio version that came out last year." James nodded understandingly.

"Sounds cool." I said, trying not to let anything else embarrassing come out of my mouth.

"Eh, if I'm being honest, I just went for Leo. I don't care how much older than me he is, that man is one fine piece of ass." James grinned.

Oh, so he's gay, too. Interesting.

Very interesting.

"So you're gay?" I asked. "Also, do you want top or bottom bunk?"

"Pansexual. Gender isn't important to me." he said, tossing one of his multitude of boxes up onto the bed. "And I'm so glad you added bunk to that sentence. And top bunk, if that's fine with you. And what about you?"

"That's fine. And a lot of 'and's. I'm just straight up gay." I shrugged, pulling my box of linens out of my significantly smaller pile of boxes.

"Cool. Let's try not to fall in love with me, yeah?" James teased.

"Oh- um, I won't." I stammered.

"Just kidding man. Don't be so nervous. I mean, I know I'm hot, but I'm just a normal guy, ya know?" He stuck his head down from the top bunk, putting us at about eye level. His eyes were a gorgeous hazel- no, brown- no, hazel? No, brown. Honey.

Honey was a good color for his eyes.

"By the way, some girls on the floor below us are throwing a huge party, and I was told I'm allowed to bring one guest as a date. Mind being mine?" he smirked.

"Wait, did you just ask me out?" I asked, confused.

"Sure, sweetheart. Now, it's a yes or no question."

"Uh, yes." I nodded furiously.

"Great." he winked. "Now, could you help me with these sheets? I am absolutely fucking useless when it comes to making beds."