Chris cursed as the loud beeping noise of his alarm clock woke him up. He shot out of hís bed and immediately ran for the bathroom, which was connected to his bedroom by a door. He took a quick shower and then made his way into the Dining room. He knew he had to hurry up as he didn't want to miss his flight. Finally, after a whole year of begging, his parents had let him change schools and all three of them were hoping that his chances in the new place would be better than it was in his former school last year. Chris sat down on a chair next to the dining table and immediately started to stuff his mouth with the muesli that had been put there for him. He heard a girlish giggle and he turned his head towards the source of the voice.

"Sweetheart, you know you don't have to hurry this much," she reprimanded him. Alicia La'Feire was an average-looking woman with her petite stature, shiny brown hair and eyes of the same color. She worked as a lawyer in a small but none the less renowned law firm, and it was because of her that Chris grew up to be a teenager with such a good personality.

"Haven't I told you thousands of times to stop calling me pet names?" Chris noted with a roll of his eyes and a wide grin on his face.

"C'mon, son! If you leave, at least let your mother do as she pleases for now," joined the conversation the 'leader' of the family, Jonathan.

Even though Chris could hear in his father's voice that he was only jesting, it couldn't prevent the wave of guilt that suddenly hit him.

"Dad, I…"

"Leave it, son. We've been through this conversation already. Your place wasn't at your old school and we all pray you'll be fine in the Herveaux. You know it very well that to your mother and I it is your happiness that is given priority," he chided Chris. All of them flinched when the sound of a car honking shot through the air and they jumped up.

"Dad, will you bring my suitcases down while I dress up?"

His only answer was a nod and then John ran up the stairs. Chris put his sneakers on in haste and finished just as his father arrived. He took his backpack away but left the two heavy suitcases for the older man to carry. They made their way outside where next to the taxi there stood Alicia. They quickly stuffed his things in the trunk and after a few goodbye kisses, Chris got in the car too.

"Bye, see you in the winter break," he said and his parents nodded and waved to him.

The ride to the airport was uneventful, the driver started a few conversations from time to time, but after being ignored, he eventually stopped even trying. Three hours later Chris was ready to board and when the speaker announced where he had to, he picked his backpack up and showing his ticket to a guy he waltzed in, nose held high in the air as if he owned the place. He sat in his assigned chair, put on his headphone and he let his phone chose a song for him. Welcome to the Black Parade from My Chemical Romance. He loved the song very much, the lyrics was fantastic and the music was fabulous too. Half an hour later he fell asleep and only woke up when a middle-aged woman sitting next to him shook his shoulder in order to wake him up as they had to leave the plane. He stood in the line to check out and then he picked his suitcases up and started to scan through the crowd, searching for a person who held a paper with La'Feire on it. Unfortunately he found it soon as it was rather conspicuous. A tanned, bright purple haired guy had been waiting for him and held the paper, but his name was written in a soft pink color with a rainbow of hearts surrounding it. Chris reluctantly broke through the people and stopped in front if the boy who looked down at him. Not as if the action was hard though as Chris barely hit a hundred and seventy centimeters (about 5'7") and the purple haired fellow was at least two meters (about 6'6").

"So this imp is my new roommate?" he spoke. He must have noticed that he's said the wrong thing when Chris's hands balled into tight fists and glared at the taller boy. "Hey, don't be mad at me please," he said in a childish voice and bent his knees to that he could be at the same level as Chris. "I didn't know this is a sensitive spot of yours."

Lacking any better reactions, Chris made a 180° turn and walked away. He knew that the guy would follow him like a loyal puppy but he didn't foresee that Purple would throw him over his shoulder, lift his suitcases with his other hand and start to maneuver in the crowd with a surprising ease.

"Put me down," Chris screamed, successfully drowning a number of disapproving stares.

"Nope, if I did, you'd walk away," said the purple haired captor who hadn't introduced himself yet. Chris pinched him below his ribcage and consequentially the guy dropped him and he landed on the floor with a loud thump. He sat up with a hiss and brushed his messy, midnight black hair with his hand. He lifted his gaze and stared at his companion who was whining with a hand on the place Chris pinched him.

"Sorry," Chris spat at him. He threw his backpack on his shoulder and marched towards the front doors. The purple haired stranger followed him carrying the two heavy suitcases at is they were as light as a feather. Stepping through the doors Chris turned right but he was grabbed and dragged into the opposite direction. Chris shook off the hand and stepped in line next to his next roommate.

He only noticed that they had reached their destination when he bumped into the back of the guy. After a muttered sorry he glanced up in order to take a look at the vehicle he would be spending the following three hours of his life. When he saw it his jaw literally dropped. A Ferrari. A fucking red beauty. 'What the hell did I do to deserve this?' he thought.

"What's up, imp? Haven't been in a normal car?" jested Purple. Chris hit his shoulder and with a roll of his eyes he got in the Ferrari.

"Hey, I didn't do anything to deserve that!" shouted Purple from outdoors as he tried to fit the suitcases into the trunk. After a few minutes of sweating he let out a pleased yell and sat behind the wheel.

"Don't call me imp ever again," said Chris angrily. "Anyways, I hope you get it that we've known each other for about ten minutes but I still don't know your name."

Purple scratched the back of his head in his embarrassment and gave Chris a wide grin.

"Please forgive me my impoliteness. Julian Nate, ready to serve," he joked with a smirk gracing his lips. 'Someone should wipe that stupid grin off of his face, it's starting to get annoying. I cannot even imagine how his face hasn't numbed yet.'

"Drive instead of joking around, idiot," Chris murmured. "I want to get there as soon as possible."

Julian started the car and it immediately started purring like a big cat. They left the airport's parking lot in a comfortable pace.

"Hey imp, what's your…" started Julian but couldn't finish it because Chris him gave him a well-balanced hit in the shoulder which promptly shut him up.

"If you call me an imp just one more time," he said in a low, dangerous voice and Julian immediately knew that it wasn't an empty threat. "I swear you'll be accidentally drowned in your sleep."

Julian swallowed the lump in his throat and nodded and the rest of the ride passed in silence. Strangely even this awkward silence couldn't wipe off the grin from Julian's face.

When they arrived Chris could only stare in awe at the magnificent glass building whish was almost empty except for a few students. The stupor was only broken by the rumble of his stomach demanding food. He looked at his side only to see Julian standing next to him and smiling at him, holding his suitcases.

"Amazing, isn't it?" he asked and Chris nodded. "Come on, time for you to see our room and then I assume you'd like to have dinner."

"Mhm," hummed Chris not really paying attention to what Julian was saying. He wanted two things: eat and sleep.

"Are you coming?" enquired the purple haired boy who was now standing at the front doors. Chris jogged to him and took one of the suitcases. Stepping through the door they arrived at a huge atrium-like room which was at least 25 meters (82 feet) high. Chris was really impressed when he looked around and stared at the grand staircase at the other side of the room which split into two when it neared the wall.

"The door on the left is the cafeteria," Julian informed him. "Breakfast is six to eight in the morning, the first lesson starts at half past eight. Each lesson lasts 45 minutes and then there's a 20 minutes break. Lunch break is from half past one to half past two. After that there are the afternoon lessons. Dinner starts at 5 p.m. and finishes at 7. And on the top floor there's a buffet of course, where we can buy snacks," he added with a grin. Then he pointed at the door on the right. "You can go outside there. P.E. lessons are held there in September and October, also from March until the end of the year. Between October and March we have swimming, fitness and stamina improving activities. By the way, what sports do you do?" he asked as he walked towards the elevators next to the staircase. "Oh, I forgot to tell that the elevators only work for the first week. After then we have to take the stairs because teachers seem to think it 'improves our stamina'. Sometimes I regret coming to a sports school.

"Sometimes I do Le Parkour," Chris answered the question. The purple haired boy looked at him questioningly. "I jump up and down from buildings and a few other things," he said dryly.

"Woah man! Do you not break yourself?" Julian asked with an excited smile.

"Nope, I've practiced on soft obstacles before going out for the real thing," Chris replied and they immersed in a conversation of extreme sports until they arrived at their room. A paper stuck on the wall next to the door announced to the whole world that the temporary owners of the 24th room on the second floor were Julian Nate and Chris La'Feire.

Julian opened the door and motioned for Chris to go in. The black haired boy complied and his jaw dropped again. The room was Heaven. To the left there was a living room like part with two bookcases, one had already been filled and between them stretched a comfy-looking cream colored couch. In the left further corner there was a bed and next to it a wardrobe, cream colored too. The right further corner was almost the same except for a door which must have led to the bathroom. Next to them on the right side was a table with office chairs on both sides of it. The tiles of the floor were covered by a creamy, soft looking carpet, the kind which your feet sink in when you walk on it. Chris crossed the room and put his suitcase and backpack next to the only free bed which was in the left corner; Julian had already occupied the one next to the bathroom. The taller boy put the other suitcase down and asked Chris if he wanted to go for dinner. The black haired boy nodded and followed his new roommate. Casting back a last glance he closed the door and caught up with Julian.

The cafeteria was busting when they arrived. Conversations flowed, laughs and giggles bubbled and the small tables were almost all occupied by different cliques. Chris followed Julian to an empty one where they put their sweaters down and went to stand in the line for food. Dinner was schnitzel and French fries that day. Chris started salivating at the sight and smell of it. When they got their meals they went back to their table and started to eat in a comfortable silence which both of them found pleasant. But of course on Julian's face there was his trademark grin. Chris didn't understand why.

"H-hey, c-can I si-sit d-down?" said someone next to them and both Julian and Chris looked up. A boy about 180 centimeters (5'10") tall with brown hair and green eyes stood there, so nervous that his hands twisted the hem of his T-shirt.

"Of course you can," Julian grinned. "This is Chris La'Feire and I'm Julian Nate. We're both sophomores though Chris's new here. And you?" he tried to start a conversation and it seemed to be successful because the boy sat down between them and calmed down a bit.

"I-I'm An-Angelo N-Nocturne," he stuttered. Julian smiled at him.

"Calm down, you don't have to be scared Angie, we don't bite. Do we, Chrissie?" he asked and grinned when he saw two pairs of eyes going wide. Chris bent his hand to hit him but Julian had expected that and blocked it.

"Why do you have to be so aggressive, Chrissie?" he whined. The black haired boy growled and knew that he wouldn't be able to get Julian to stop calling him that.

When they finished their dinners they bid goodbye to Angelo and went back to their room. Chris immediately went for bed, he didn't have energy to take a shower. He heard Julian quietly humming as he bathed but the thought that he'd be spending the next hours dirty didn't seem to bother him. His brain was elsewhere.

He thought that maybe things would start to get better in his life. Here he wouldn't have to put up with the constant beatings and humiliation. He could even make some friends. He thought about studying and training without homophobic idiots to mock him. If he tried really hard, he could even find someone to love.

For the first time in almost a year Chris fell asleep with a smile on his face.