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NEW EXPERIENCES – PART ONE: AUTUMN

CHAPTER TWO: Settling In

 

       

The first week wasn't as scary as I'd imagined it would be, and it went by in a whirlwind.  Auditions for orchestra were followed by placement test for music theory, and before I knew it, I was placed in the highest Harmony class with one of the most famous youths of the world—Relena Darlian.  She was a voice major (alto, thank God) and was in my piano studio.  We hit it off immediately.  She was obviously old money, but didn't seem to let it get in the way.  She was friendly and outgoing, and had the intelligence and talent to back herself up.  Since we shared most of our classes, we decided to study together.

       

The lounge was crowded, as always, and with Wufei and Zechs watching some news channel on TV and Duo and Trowa playing card games next to us, we were easily distracted.

       

"Now, which is the inverted six-four chord again?" Relena asked, her eyebrows knitted in confusion. 

       

I laughed.  "Relena, if you don't understand this, you'll never get anywhere!  How did you place in the top Harmony class, anyway?"

       

She pretended to be indignant.  "The test was multiple choice, remember?" 

       

I shared my notes, explaining the inversions to her again, but after a minute or two she elbowed me, nodding her head in the direction of the door.  "Who is that?" she asked through clenched teeth.

       

I looked up.  "Heero Yuy."

       

I could practically see the stars in her eyes, but was impressed when she turned back to our notes. 

       

"Mind if I sit here?" Heero asked, dropping his books on our table.

       

"Go ahead," Relena answered.

       

They stared at each other for a good minute before introducing themselves.  Needless to say, we didn't get much studying done.

 

***

 

"So how bad is your schedule?"  Duo asked early in first weekend, when I finally had a break from practicing.

       

I shrugged.  "Theory in the morning, sectionals in the afternoon.  Orchestra in the evening.  The only 'elective' I have is Psychology—which is boring.  But at least it's not in the conservatory.  I'm getting sick of that building."  I rolled my eyes and dropped my book bag on his bed.  He was supposed to help me with my Acoustics homework, but he seemed more interested in playing darts.

       

Duo laughed.  "I heard the same thing last year from the girl who was dating my roommate."  This sounded like another typical Duo-story.  "She was a music education major, but gave it up after two quarters to major in math.  She was relieved to only have three or four classes per quarter instead of her usual ten."    

       

Heero grunted from the other side of the room, where he was typing away on his computer.  "Nothing's as bad as CIS."  He glared over his shoulder at the two of us.

       

"He just found out that he has to maintain a 3.5 just to stay in his major program," Duo whispered dramatically.  "But there's really nothing to worry about.  I saw his high school transcript."  He flicked another dart at the board.  He missed, matching the other five darts that had been imbedded in the door.

       

Heero swiveled around in his chair, tossing a glare directly at his roommate.  "That was a lot easier than what I'm studying here."

       

I wondered if every day was like this for them.  Watching them, I couldn't even tell if they really liked one another.  Heero seemed to be in his perpetual scowly mood, and Duo would shrug everything off as if it didn't matter.  It was like reading "The Odd Couple" except with the main characters being chipper and cantankerous, rather than messy and neat.

 

A small knock at the door interrupted my thoughts and Duo's dart game.   

      

 "Sorry to interrupt, but is Quatre in here?" Relena asked from the hallway.

       

"Yeah.  Come on in," Duo said, opening the door wider.

 

Relena looked a little embarrassed.  "Wufei said you were probably down here, Quat.   Have you done your Acoustics yet?  I can't get past the sixth problem, and Professor Grant said he might give us a quiz this Tuesday."

       

Duo perked up.  "You have Professor G?  Really?  He's my advisor!"

       

Relena smiled her thousand-watt, daughter-of-a-politician smile.  It was the same smile that had made the guys in my high school pin pictures of her up in their lockers.  Duo didn't seem to be affected that much, though his roommate certainly was.  Heero couldn't keep his eyes off of her.

       

"I like his class," Relena explained.  "I just can't seem to understand all of it.  Science has always been my worst subject."

       

"Mine, too," I replied.  "That's why I asked Duo to help me out."

       

Relena turned to Duo with pleading eyes, and he seemed to melt a bit. 

       

"I can tutor you, if you'd like," he offered.  For a moment I thought I heard Heero growl, but realized he was just clearing his throat. 

       

"I'm pretty good at science, too," he said.  "I can help you if he gets busy or anything."

       

Duo grinned slyly.  "Can you still manage your perfect GPA? You sure you won't be too swamped to help her?"

       

Both Heero and Relena flushed.  Heero quickly turned back to his computer, typing furiously.  Relena sat on the floor with me, opening her book bag.  "So where are you guys from, anyway?" she asked as she looked for her notes.

       

Heero grunted slightly.  "Everywhere.  I'm an Army brat, so I've spent my life everywhere.  But most of my childhood was in Japan."

       

"Oh, I love Japan!" Relena exclaimed.  "I went there with my father last year.  It's so beautiful in the fall." 

       

Heero nodded.  I had to agree.  I'd been there only once as a child, accompanying my father on a business trip.

       

Duo resumed his dart game, frowning slightly.  "Must be nice, being able to travel all over the world at the drop of a hat."

       

Relena turned to him.  "Where were you raised?" she asked amicably.

       

"I'm American.  From New York, to be exact."  He gestured to the framed photo of New York City hanging above his headboard.  "I was raised in a Catholic orphanage in the city.  Unlike the rest of this school, I actually had to work hard to earn a full scholarship—though you're probably not aware that full scholarships at Sanq don't cover room and board."  He scowled slightly, his voice growing colder.  "But Father Maxwell and the sisters at the orphanage have supported me and help me earn the money to pay for it all." 

       

The three of us stared at him, a little alarmed by his sudden shift from cheeriness to hostility.

      

 Relena blinked.  "New York.  Wow—I'm sure it was exciting."

       

Duo shrugged, his mouth sneering the littlest bit.  "It was life."

       

She looked at me, her expression bewildered. 

       

"Well, we're glad you're here, Duo," I threw in, hoping to erase his bad mood with the truth.  "And I think it's great that you agreed to come to a snobby place like this."

       

He shook his head slightly, his relaxed appearance returning.  "Man, you're a sap," he replied, cuffing me lightly.  "Let's tackle this Acoustics assignment."

 

***

 

I was working out some chord progressions two weeks later when Trowa came home from practice.  He was always so loud, which was strange for a guy as quiet and graceful as him.  He dumped his bag on the couch, dropped his keys on his desk with a clatter, yanked open the fridge and gulped down some milk.  As soon as he finished, he slammed the refrigerator door shut and crossed the room to the closet.

       

"Are you coming tonight?" he asked, rummaging through a bunch of shirts on hangers.

       

"Where?" I asked, bewildered.

       

A look of confusion crossed his face.  "Didn't Wufei tell you?  We were invited to a party at the Omega Zeta house.  Should be fun."

       

"Yeah, I guess I'll go," I said reluctantly.  I wasn't fond of fraternities; the whole scene seemed fake and snobbish.  At a school as elite as Sanq, it seemed unnecessary to encourage even more social distinctions between people. 

       

Trowa flashed me a smile and my chest did the fluttery thing that made me feel awkward and sheepish around my roommate.  He opened my section of the closet and laughed.  "Why don't you wear this shirt of mine?" he asked, tossing me a black, button-down shirt.  "And don't tuck it."

       

I removed my vest and shirt, feeling self-conscious with his eyes on me.  Trowa's shirt was short-sleeved, and the material was cool and thin.  I fought the urge to tuck it in; I felt so sloppy.

       

He eyed me critically.  "Lose the belt.  You look like you're in church."

       

I removed it, draping it neatly over the back of my chair.  My breath caught in my throat when Trowa came over to me, grabbing my waist.  But with a tug he readjusted my khaki pants so they hung lower on my hips.

       

"There.  Now you don't look like a mama's boy," he said with a smirk, ruffling my hair.  He grabbed his towel and shower things and left, leaving me there to feel awkward and sheepish, as always.

       

"Can I come in?" Relena asked from the doorway, poking her head in.

       

"Yeah."  I threw my vest and shirt in the closet.  "How did you get in the building?"

       

"I'm magical," she answered with a shrug.  Every time she came over to study, she'd managed to get into the dorm without calling up.  It was impressive, I suppose, but a little unnerving that someone could get into a "secure" building so easily. 

She looked me over and whistled.  "Looking sharp.  Going to the Omega Zeta party?"

       

I rolled my eyes.  "Am I the only one who didn't know about this thing?"

       

She grinned, sitting on Trowa's bed.  "I only know 'cause my roommates invited me.  One of them is dating someone in the fraternity.  You are going, though, aren't you?"

       

I nodded.  "I guess."

       

"Good. There's someone I want you to meet—my friend Dorothy Catalonia."

       

I raised my eyebrows.  "She's the one who's on the women's swim team, right?" 

       

She nodded.  "And she really wants to meet you; I think she's tired of me talking about you non-stop."

       

"Are you trying to fix me up, Relena?" 

       

"Oh, no!" she said with a laugh.  "I hardly think she's your type.  But I think you two will be good friends."  She crossed the room to fix my collar.  "Is there anyone you have your eye on, though, Quat?"

       

I averted my eyes, staring at the floor instead of her bright face.  "Not really," I shrugged.  ­Not anyone I have a chance in hell with.  I forced a smile.  "We'll just see what happens tonight."

       

She smiled prettily.  "I hope you find someone, Quatre.  Even if it's only temporary.  You deserve a little happiness."  She kissed my forehead, and I marveled at her.  How had she managed to become so close and so important to me in a matter of weeks?

       

"Are you coming, Relena?"  Heero poked his head into the room.

       

"I'll be there in a sec," she called over her shoulder.  Then she smiled at me apologetically.  "We're going out to eat—but I'll see you at the party, okay?"

       

I nodded.  "I'm glad things seem to be working out for you two."

       

She laughed musically.  "'Working out' isn't exactly accurate.  But I think it'll fall into place, eventually."  She wrapped her arms around me in a comfortable hug.  "I'm worried about you Quatre.  I think you're keeping secrets.  But they're yours, and I won't ask.  Just remember that if you ever need someone to talk to, you know where to find me."

       

She scampered out of the room, passing Trowa as he came in, naked except for the towel wrapped around his waist.  I averted my eyes from his, instead sitting back down at my desk to finish my homework.  Relena was right; there was definitely a secret or two that I was keeping from her.  But discussing my unfounded feelings for my roommate wasn't really something I was comfortable sharing—especially since the guys didn't know I wasn't straight in the first place.

 

continued in Autumn: 03

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