LGBT

Harry’s POV

Alex was pretty easy to get ahold of and was quick to come back to the dorms. He or she (I was expecting a boy honestly as I was informed that my resident advisor was a person named Alexander), understood that as a new guy in a different country I needed a little help. “The girl I talked to...a white haired girl”, I began, “how well do you know her? Is she always uncomfortable like that?”

“Who? Fawn?” Alex guessed, leading me back to my room. “She’s a little weird. A sweetheart though. Her girlfriend is my cousin, Sharon-”

“Girlfriend?” I repeated. “She-”

“Yeah dude, she dates girls”, Alex giggled tossing his/her hair. “I promise she’s sweet though. If you want to get to know them, you should come hang out with us. Or I can introduce you to a UK club.”

“A UK club?” I questioned.

“Yeah. You’re not the only Brit on campus, Hare-bear.” Alex giggled again, straightening out his/her shirt. “Other guys and gals from across the pond.” We stopped in front of my door, a few doors down from Fawn’s and Alex’s rooms as Alex pulled out a master key. “Don’t be afraid to make friends. Everyone here, especially in Beddington Hall, is super open to everything dude.”

“I’ll keep that in mind”, I smiled. “Thank you…”

“Alexandria”, Alex beamed. “Or just Alex. Al. Whatever. I’ll make sure to see you around Harry. And...if you will, do me a solid and just...keep an eye on Fawn, alright?”

I nodded and thanked...her again. Silently, I slid into my bland dorm room, glad to have an excuse to see Fawn. Fawn. What a splendid name. It fit her well. It was something innocent, ethereal like the creature that was too terrified to let me into its realm. Just like Fawn. I turned a little music on, gaelic lullabies on a low volume, and fell onto my bed. If I was lucky, I’d get in about two hours of sleep before my first class. Today was going to be a coffee day.



To say I was infatuated with Fawn was a slight understatement. I had seen her in my dream, though only her face and big blue eyes, and promptly saw her at the coffee shop right by my first class. She was with a very tall, very slender girl with short black hair and a number of piercings. “Fawn!” I greeted, coming up to her. The white haired girl shyed away, hiding under her denim jacket and using the girl with her as a shield.

“Baby, you know him?” Asked the girl. I was a little stunned to hear a southern twang in her voice.

Fawn nodded slightly before taking a coffee from the tall girl’s hands. “Harry”, she mumbled.

“Harry… I’m Sharon. I guess you know this is Fawn?”

“Yeah, I met her last night”, I smiled. “I locked myself out of my room like a genius. She gave me Alex’s number.”

“Alex is good people”, Sharon nodded. “Well, Harry. A friend of Al’s is a friend of ours. What’s up?”

“Just grabbing something to pep me up”, I answered. “I didn’t get too much sleep last night.”

Sharon laughed and put an arm around Fawn. “Neither did a certain somebody”, she beamed. “C’mon, babe, I’ll walk you.” Sharon waved at me, Fawn only staring from under Sharon’s arm, as they left. Why didn’t she want to talk? I wasn’t going to be mean to her. If anything, I wanted to thank her for being the only person awake to help me reach Alex. Quietly, I slid money up on the counter and asked the barista for a white chocolate ice coffee. Once I had it in my hands, I slipped outside to begin my trek to Bernice Hall where my first class was. History. I was really excited. I’d even brought my lap top so I could type notes, all of them, instead of painstakingly writing them out, risking missing even one moment. The room I walked into was a large lecture hall with soft, grey-blue painted bricks and white carpet. The only white I saw in the room that I cared about was Fawn’s hair.

“Hey! You have this class too?” I asked, choosing the seat next to her. Fawn tensed up, eyes going big as she stared back at me. I waited for her to answer, trying to smile at her before she finally replied.

“Yes.”

That was deep. “Maybe we could study together some time-”

“I have a study group with Alex and Sharon. We hardly get enough done as three.”

Shot down. I chewed the inside of my lip and let Fawn go so I could wait on our professor. Class was fun or at least I thought it was. A few times, I glanced to Fawn’s note book and noticed lists upon lists written in strange, hieroglyph-esque hand writing that were accompanied by doodles. Her notes seemed more like jokes than actual notes, things like “religion=human sacrifice”, “Aztecs take their ball games seriously”, “dummies + bees= awesome battle strategies”. At the end of class, Fawn bolted up and headed for the door. I chased after her, out into the crowded halls where Alex and Sharon greeted us.

“There you are!” laughed Alex. “Long time, no see, huh? Do you want to play a game with us while we hit the book store?”

“What kind of game? And what about our next class?”

“Puh-lease”, Sharon scoffed, grabbing Fawn’s hand. “All the first day is is bull shit about the syllabus.”

“My first class today was note taking”, I stated.

“Because you have Weiner”, giggled Alex. “C’mon Hare-bear. Truth or dare?”

“What?”

“That’s our game. Truth or dare?” Sharon repeated.

I thought awkwardly and followed them to the book shop. “Truth”, I said firmly.

“How do you fold your underwear?” asked Alex.

I stepped back. “What kind of question is that?” I gasped.

“Just answer it”, muttered Fawn, most she had said all day.

“It’s a game, Harry”, Alex sang. “Don’t be a pussy!”

I shifted my books to my other arm. “I...don’t. I ball my boxers up and just throw them in the drawer.”

“Your turn.”

“Um...Sharon, truth or dare?”

“Dare”, Sharon purred. I wondered what I could get away with. Obviously, underwear was something that didn’t affect them. “I dare you to lick the door handle”, I joked, coming up with the first stupid thing I thought of. Sharon didn’t think twice. She approached the first door we came to and squatted, reaching her chin up while sending me a smoky, sideways glance. Her eyes stayed on me the whole time, as her tongue slithered out, as she gently caressed a classroom door handle with her oral organ, as she all but made out with the thing. After sending me a wink, Sharon stood up and went back to walking down the hall. “Lame”, she shrugged. “Alex, truth or dare?”

“Isn’t this a bit juvenile for college?” I laughed hesitantly.

“Loser”, Alex chuckled, ruffling my hair. “Dare me, bitch.”

“Kiss Harry.” Sharon didn’t say it like Alex had an option. Without a word, Alex stopped me and planted a small, two second kiss on my lips. I paused, not sure what to do or how to react. If I had gotten aroused, I can guarantee I would’ve had the world’s most confused boner since I still wasn’t sure who or what Alex was.

“Tastes like cherry”, Alex said, licking her lips. “Harry don’t look so shocked. It’s not like you kissed a boy. Or did you?” She giggled wildly and even Fawn smiled. “Fawn, truth or-”

“Truth”, Fawn muttered.

“Lame”, Alex whined. “Is it true you had all the NSync dolls?”

“No, I didn’t have Lance. But I had two Justins.”

“How did you get two?” Sharon questioned.

Fawn smiled at the ground a little. “I stole the one this girl had who lived down the street from me”, she admitted. “Then my mom got me one for my birthday with no idea that I stole Ashley’s.”

I laughed. “You listened to NSync? You don’t look the sort”, I grinned.

Fawn shot me a stare that shut me up. “Only until I realized my Prince Charming was never coming”, she murmured. Her voice gave me shivers but Sharon didn’t notice or mind.

“And now you have a queen”, Sharon sang, wrapping herself around Fawn’s shoulders.

“Indeed I do”, Fawn agreed. As Sharon doted on her darling Fawn and Alex expertly led us to the campus book store, I wondered what had happened that made Fawn decide Prince Charming was never coming. Sometimes he arrives later than he should but that doesn’t mean he would never arrive. Fawn was a strange character and I decided I had to find out why.

Notes

Sorry it took me so long to update