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Costume Porn  + Dean Winchester ( part 1)

" Perhaps, or maybe the professors are actually taking it easier on us because of what they had just put us through? Who knows though."

"Maybe, though if I know anything, they're probably trying to lull us into a false sense of security before fucking us all over again."

Lawrence laughed loudly. “I’m sorry, did that sound like an offer? Well if it did, it wasn’t." Lawrence had liked this man… Had. “Listen, I appreciate the compliment however forced it may be, but I’m not twelve, I’m twenty four.” Lawrence was used to being teased about his young face, some people might take offence, but Lawrence loved it. When everyone else was old and grey, Lawrence had the hope he would look younger than all the rest. He walked to the door, swinging it open. “Look, I have things to do..” He said, pointing to one of the bags on the floor. “But it was a pleasure talking with you. Oh and uh, watch your step. You dropped a bit of that enormousego at the door.” He said with a smile. 

Thank. Fuck. Lawrence thought. Well, he could check this one off on the list of people he didn’t have to worry about. Lawrence let his mouth drop open slightly. Wait, what did he just say to me? "Well… As you can see I’m not tall, nor am I attractive, but that last part remains to be seen…” Lawrence winked at this so called 'Damon', walking around him to reach his other bag. “My name is Lawrence…” He said with a smile. 

"It's definitely been quiet. Too quiet. Maybe something's gonna happen..."

Lawrence let out an angry huff. Was this his room mate? It must be, the other side of the dorm did looked lived in. He glanced at the papers on his bedside table, then looked back at the stranger. “Listen..” Lawrence started. “If we are going to be living in close proximity, there will be rules. Rule number one, get your shit off my bed.” He smiled. He had predetermined that he was going to be extra mean to the cute ones, maybe try and play hard to get or something. Lawrence replaced his smile with a frown, wondering why his ‘new friend’ had what looked like… Automobileparts..? Jesus.. Everyone here was weird as hell.

Lawrence groaned. This school was nice, very nice actually, but why did there have to be so many fucking stairs? He hated stairs, he hated walking, and he hated being lost. In fact, there wasn’t much about this place that wasn’t annoying the shit out of him. “Jesus Christ, could this place be anymore over the top?” He huffed, still making his way to his assigned room. He was told upon arrival that he would have a room mate, an annoying one if he had to guess. Everyone here seemed so up their own ass, telling him the school was bad, being angry at him for not liking it… Oh well, some of them were nice. Lawrence looked at his papers, he was at the right room! He fumbled with the key and opened the door. The room was nice, it had two beds, assorted furniture, and places for his things. He started to unpack, smiling as he did so. It was nice to have a change, well, a total change of location. He dragged his bag over to the nightside table by his bed, opening it and taking things out one at a time. He pulled his phone charger out and threw it over his shoulder, hearing it hit someone behind him before making contact with the floor. Lawrence turned around slowly. “Who the hell are you and why are you in my room?”

"It’s fine. It’s hard to be insulted when someone has a face like that. One look and it’s all better."

"Oh I don't know, that's really rather cheeky of you, though if you must know, I'm Damon. And may I ask your name, gorgeous?"