New Zealand's Finest

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                   cargo pants sure do exist in celeste’s closet, but the idea of cargo shorts on a male as pretty as he is just gives her nightmares and the worst headaches. she was just thankful that he said he gotten out of that phase. “ooh! new zealand! i’ve been there before… with my parents for some sort of a business trip slash vacation. oh, yeah. you haven’t– i’m celeste. but you probably know that already.”

“it’s a great place. my dad is full on samoan which is something people are usually surprised about. i grew up there and came here on scholarship.” He loved telling people about his heritage, and also loved the look on their faces. “I do know who you are, you really know how to look great and get wild at the same time.” 

                 “now, you got me curious at how dumber you have looked before.” celeste managed to let out a stifled chuckled, shaking her head lightly as she held her tote bag, then headed to her locker three steps away from where she originally was. as he spoke, she could tell that he’s not from new york, or anywhere in america. his accent was too strong, yet it sounded unfamiliar for celeste. “aww, you chose yale; you gotta suffer that consequences. that includes the freezing weather– just learn how to keep yourself warm.”

“i used to wear cargo shorts a lot if that tells you anything.” his style had changed a lot since joining a fraternity and coming to the states. he adopted a more casual approach mixed with his greek life apparel. dalton tried to forget that part of his life but he was constantly reminded of it by pictures and people in his chapter. “soccer scholarship and it’s a school that carries a big name even in new zealand where i’m from. i usually have to wrap up but i just had practice and threw on whatever. and i don’t know if i said my name, but i’m dalton.”

Bruno nodded his head and said, “Good” simply as he folded his arms across his chest and then turned toward the Zeta house. “Well, what are we waiting for? It’s been like twelve hours since I’ve been alone drinking with a cute boy in my room - far too long” he joked in a dry sense of humor. Sure, Bruno got around, but not that much. And he certainly didn’t want his new friend to get the wrong impression.

As they made their way toward the house and eventually inside he raised a brow, “No chaser? Someone’s getting brave” he teased the red head. “For the record I don’t use chaser either” he added with a wink before conceding, “And we’ll see just how spontaneous you can get before I give you my spontaneous seal of approval.” Bruno unlocked the door to his room and they filed in before the door closed, “Whiskey or vodka or tequila?” he asked with a raised brow, wasting no time, “Choose wisely - this’ll tell me a lot about you”

“Would it be bad if it’s been longer than that for me.” Dalton wasn’t one to judge, it was college and he realized a long time ago that there was no use to demean someone for that. Dalton chuckled, not at all ashamed by how little he got around. He usually was a great romantic/sexual partner but often times feel short to his own awkwardness at times.

                   celeste could not help but notice the coffee stain on the male’s shirt. it doesn’t help the fact that she may have been staring at him, and the clean freak inside her just couldn’t stay quiet for that. “i’ve got it… but it’s at home.” she pouts, feeling a bit sorry for his little situation as she takes a short sip from her iced coffee. “just cover it up with some sort of a jacket or something if you’re going and rushing somewhere– or just get changed.”

he couldn’t help but laugh at how obvious and stupid it was, he sighed but inevitably didn’t have many other ways to react. “no worries, i’ve looked dumber.” dalton thankfully had a jacket in his backpack that he could put over it, and that’s exactly what he had done. “i hate the weather here, it’s cold for far too long.”

╰ ° 「 After Gabriela was done singing, she laughed when she heard her friend mess up the lyrics. “ Yeah it sorta did! You’re not so bad yourself, you know!…. “ Gabriela smiled at the redhead, looking up at him. 」

“I’m workin’ on it. I haven’t been singing and playing guitar for that long.” Dalton closed the macbook, putting the guitar in front of him. “I usually am studying so I don’t have too much time to really play anymore.”

Bruno couldn’t help but laugh at the redhead’s reply to him. He was lucky he was cute or else Bruno would have just shrugged him off and walked away and gone about his day. “Oh, I’m sure you are” he said sarcastically, replying to how the other male claimed to be spontaneous to some people.

When Dalton said he was on strike two, Bruno nodded his head, “You sure are on strike two” he murmured as he saw the other male try to start over the interaction. Though he would never admit it out loud what the other male was doing was quite adorable. Dalton called him cute and Bruno nodded his head in a cocky way - he was used to being called cute, though not in a context like this. “Well, Dalton Siliva there’s only one way you can make sure to not get a third strike” he nodded, “And that’s to come in and take a few shots with me and screw getting some lame textbook” Bruno suggested with a raise of his brow, “I’m Bruno Giovinco” he said, ignoring the other male’s hand.

Dalton detected the sarcasm, chuckling at the male’s response. People tended to not go with that line, but he’d like to think that he wasn’t nearly as predictable as he came off. 

“I feel like we could rewrite the rules.” Dalton got the impression that the dark haired male had a big disregard towards rules. Clearly something was going right because he could also see that the male in front of him was very quick to be honest. To be honest, his entire demeanor only built curiosity and pulled Dalton in. “I’m listening.” His arms went into a fold, putting his head down to contain his laughter at the strike removal. “You know what - deal.” He hadn’t drank in a bit of time, but there wasn’t anything else he could do.

Dalton hadn’t formally met the Tom, but he had seen him at several parties and had been trying to find him for a while. There was some party they all attended several weeks ago and he watched as the man dropped a pack of peanut butter m&ms on the ground. Dalton for some reason had this mission of bringing them back to the male if they ever encountered one another.

He had spotted the male walking towards his frat house, and the biggest idea in his mind was to walk towards the male. “Hey...I’m sorry I don’t know your name and this..is probably a little abnormal but.” Dalton had the pack in his hand already, and he managed to keep the pack in pretty good condition. “You dropped this at the big party several weeks ago and I figured you want these back.” He didn’t really know what to say after that, and had them still out in his hand.

Dalton had a favorite shirt that he got from New Zealand gifted to him by his mother, and he hadn’t realized that someone had spilled coffee on the small part of it until someone told. “Wow, thank you.” His accent tended to be heavier when he had been upset by something. “You wouldn’t have to have that pen cleaning object, would you?” He asked, looking at the girl. 

Bruno was walking from the parking garage over to the ZTE house in order to pick up his hoodie he had left there the previous weekend. As he approached the house, he flicked the cigarette from his mouth onto the ground. That was when he was confronted by a very cute face he had never seen on campus before. “I don’t exactly recall calling the Environment Police” he scoffed before he turned to face the other. The combination of the flirting and concern for the environment that the other male displayed puzzled him. Regardless, he was going to continue to engage in the conversation for now.

Bruno wasn’t the brightest crayon in the box and he wasn’t afraid to show it. The mere mention of books made him roll his eyes, “And I thought this couldn’t get any worse“ he murmured under his breath as he looked the other male over. “You know that no one actually buys the textbooks right?“ he asked, “Besides, you’re too old and too cute to be doing what your Dad says“

Dalton chuckled, shrugging at the man’s remarks. “I’m usually a spontaneous person to some people.” The male put his hands into his jacket, as he wasn’t afraid to compliment a person even after scolding them for throwing trash on the ground. He cared about the environment, after all, it was the only one they had. 

He walked the familiar path back to his frat house, and suddenly saw a very attractive familiar face in front of the ZTE house. Dalton immediately stopped, watching the man throw something on the ground. “You do realize the environment is important, and it doesn’t like liter no mater how handsome the thrower is.” Dalton teased, but still picked it up and threw it in the trash. He chuckled, walking back to Bruno. “My dad was pesterin’ me to get my books so that’s unfortunately my life at the moment.” The transfer student smiled, holding out his marine biology books.

@brunofck 

romeo: woooooaaaaaaaaaaah hold it right there boy

romeo: i'm an attractive guy, and very offended rn

romeo: mhm kidding im sure

romeo: lmao me to man, that or at least dating

dalton: yes, youre netflix actor perfect. you happy?

dalton: have you told your parents?

romeo: yup, and i don't think i am because she sure doesn't seem stoked. like i think the kid is gonna be fucking cute as but beside the point

romeo: i think so? haven't seen her since

romeo: um but yeah i don't think she's crazy

romeo: and as far as i know yes

dalton: i mean yeah it's going to be cute. it's going to look like it's mum..hopefully not you

dalton: kiddin, it'll be adorable. i think you'll be fine dude. people have always shaped up.

dalton: that's a good sign

dalton was on his macbook air purchased by the soccer team for him, as the laptop he was using had managed to get broken on the airplane ride here. he had been looking for a variety of songs to do covers of. the boy never saw himself having a musical career but he did love to sing for the fun of it. he had a decent follower count but nothing to go famous over.

he pulled out his guitar, looking up the chords to lucky by jason mraz. he began to sing the first boy part and was about to sing the second part until he heard a female voice. he continued the verse until messing up right after she finished.

“wow, that felt like a movie moment. you’re really good.”

romeo: she's pretty confident bc all the others she had been with were girls

romeo: yeah see thought so

romeo: gianna, not sure on her last name, she's small looks innocent, but super isnt

dalton: ...so you really did want to prove you were her type..that's wild

dalton: is she cool

dalton: on the bright side, i don't think she's crazy. i remember crazy sorority chicks

romeo: fml like but i can't not help her

romeo: can i?

romeo: i only had sex with her because i was trying to prove a point to her

dalton: are you sure ur the dad?

dalton: that'd make you a shite person to her if that is your kid. youd have to live with that too.

dalton: im not mad at that logic, ive slept with people for differing reasons

romeo: well just use condoms k, cool.

romeo: uh huh, and do you see me being a dad? because i sure as hell don't

romeo: i literally slept with this girl just to prove to her i was her type

dalton: oh i do. my dad would kick my ass from new zealand

dalton: no bud, i dont sadly....but..

dalton: sorry i really dont know what to say but im here for you