Archer Walker

"It’s Travis, are you new here?" 

"Yeah, I am. Just trying to get my handle on everything around here. I'm Walker" Archer said, shaking the other man's hand emphatically. 

"Archer Walker. I'm a new writing major here. I'm guessing that you're a teacher here?" Archer said asked expectantly.

"There is a cafe two blocks from here, it’s family run; best coffee in town." 

Archer eyes popped out of excitement. "Oh really? Can't believe I missed that! Thanks so much...er...what's your name?" 

Archer was painfully aware of the hands grazing his waist. He quickly removed them, remembering Allen with fierce loyalty. "Well, you know, it was just one of those days. Who are you again?" Archer chuckled awkwardly. 

"I never should have allowed Korean pop music into my life. It’s ruining me.

"I don't think that's possible. You can never have too much K-Pop in your life!" 

"When desks and chairs started rubbing me the right way…” He says bluntly with a little bit of laughter.

"Well I'm hoping you made that discovery in the privacy of your home. Cause I would probably ban you if I was teaching in school and saw an attractive kid just rubbin' up on a desk." Archer remarked with the same amount of bluntness. 

He recognized the faults in his statement as soon as the words left his mouth. “I don’t understand what your motivation is. To analyze people, to understand them, and then to hold it over their head. How does you thinking you’ve got me all figured out assist you?” Caleb asked, genuinely confused. 

"Maybe cause I'm a genuinely caring person. Ever thought of that, big stuff?" Archer asked this, thinking back to Caleb's bright future. He knew the kid was going to become famous sooner or later. "I know you don't want to be like this forever," Archer stated with all the sincerity he could muster. 

"Writing major, nice." Kurtis nodded in approval. He could appreciate that, with his hopes of a directing in the future. "I teach Film Acting and Production. Needed to get out of the lime light for a bit so I decided to teacher here. Ta da."

Archer tried to ignore the comment about his major. The though of humility kept popping up in his head. "I can see why that's a convincing factor to consider. I could never deal with even five days of fame and fortune. Have you liked it here so far?" 

"I’d much rather get you some pants and maybe like eight shirts so you can stop shivering….so yes, my place it is." He laughs "Aw poor muffin is all alone in his bedroom at night, what a sin"

Archer laughed to himself. "I don't think I could virtually even put on eight shirts but I'll make sure to try for safety precautions. Can't have a kid dying in your dorm from hypothermia." On the way there, Archer was curious about Tom's fetish. "So...when did you figure it out...that you had aphephilia, I mean. "

"Alright Alright, no touching— God knows what that’ll do”

"Oh yeah, right sorry." Archer pulled away, completely forgetting for two seconds." Laughing at the sheer randomness of Tom's condition he wanted to spend time with his newly found friend. "Hey do you mind if I hang out at your place for a bit? I kind of have no room mate," Archer said melodramatically.

"To be frank, I don’t really give a shit what your intentions are. Answer my question" Caleb said, allowing his temper to get the best of him. He could feel his impulse control loosen. 

"So you don't give a shit what my intentions are but you're questioning what my intentions are...nice." Archer countered. He could see the boy was getting heated but he knew this was clearly all a defense mechanism. 

Archer shared his blanket with Tom covering him as much as he could without giving up too much. The kid was pretty tall. "Come'ere, friend, you must be a tad bit cold." Archer smiled a bit jokingly. He liked Tom, he liked getting the chance to just simply joke around.