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this dorm room is reserved for Zachary Selchytski; here is the dorm layout:

Zac flopped onto his bed, with a sigh. He wasn't sure why, but it bothered him some that the other boy had showed no interest in him. Usually he didn't care, because he never cared about anyone himself. But he also didn't like seeing the boy in such pain. He understood it, better than anyone else at the school. His therapist had also said that he dresses out of context compared to everyone else, because he would rather be flamboyant than dull. And it was probably true. Zac did whatever it took to fit in with people, although he was constantly moving from house to house. Surfing was really the only thing that he did enjoy.

He heard someone fiddle with the lock on their door, and Zac leaped off the bed and ran towards the door. He looked outside, noticing the boy from earlier walking in. Zac didn't realize that the boy's room was so close to his, but then figured it was probably better. Part of him hoped that the other would stumble across his room by accident, but Zac didn't want to push anything.

Zac was busy listening to his music, which was roaring loudly in his ears. It wasn't until he saw the other boy walk in, that he removed them. Of course, he couldn't understand anything in French, but he did recognize the word 'papier' which in German, stood for 'paper'. Sliding off the bed, he spoke in German to the boy, just for kicks. "Ich spreche Französisch nicht, aber ich verstehe welchers 'papier' mittel." he said, and walked over to his bathroom. It was there that he took a roll of paper towels out from underneath the vanity, and handed it to Chris. "Keine dank Notwendig." and managed to fake a smile. He figured that the other boy came across his room by mistake, and walked back over to his bed. Zac flicked his hair out of his eyes, and put his headphones back in.

((Alright. My turn...haha.

I don't speak French, but I do understand what 'papier' [paper] means.
No need for thanks. ))

((Here's the url: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-ok0aKtwdeE Incase you wanted to hear it or make sure I wasn't lying.... Of course I did change one word because it was wrong in the text. and if you read and hear the words, it doesn't make sense either))

Zac slid off his bed and sat on the edge of it. He heard Chris yelling at him through the door, and it was probably best that it was locked. "Du weiss nicht, was du bist sprechen." he yelled, and shook his head. He didn't want to deal with the boy. "You have no idea what you're talking about. Go away." he finally yelled in English. There was a long silence of no reply from him, because he was holding his head. All the yelling and emotions were beginning to give him a headache. Zac reached for his shirt and put it on. He simply wanted to perform a good intention, but it seemed that it was wasted.

Zac sighed, and forced himself off the bed that he was sprawled out on. He regretted getting off it, because it meant that he would have to accept the fact that there was an angry and beyond emotional boy standing behind his door. As long as it was shut, Zac was essentially neglecting the person standing behind it. Now that he had opened it, he could no longer ignore Chris. He sighed, and looked at the crying boy. "What...do you want from me?" he asked, and looked around the hallway. They were the only ones there, and it was probably for the best. "I simply acted on instinct. Nothing more. It seems that you spend you time convincing yourself that people are too cold to deal with....when in actuality its something that you use to hide the real truth. You are refusing to let go of something. And in reality, you're the one being cold." he said, finally reaching his snapping point. His cool disposition was no longer there, and he voice was one of hurt and disappointment.

((bump))