So, this is how this is going to work...

[Bentley Arthur Wallace]

Bentley stepped out of the elevator with a rather large suitcase and an umbrella slung over his shoulder to keep in his new room in the event that it was raining. Couldn’t be letting anything mess up his perfected hair or getting on his expensive clothes, could he? As he walked down the corridor, he counted room numbers waiting for his own to show up thinking about what his roommate might be like.

This roommate…it could be his new best friend. That was quite a prospect wasn’t it? His old best friend had been around since he was just a young boy. They’d grown up into the perfectly prim and proper young men that they were together. Respectably and gentlemanly, and of course, they had been the ones to run the campus back in high school and what he had attended of college in Boston. They had been the main event at parties…really anywhere they went.

Rhorey Richard Ryder. It was a perfectly acceptable, and quite alliterate, name. Overall, Bentley had good expectations. Even if his roommate turned out to be some peon, hopeful to climb the social ladder through his new roommate, he’d still have someone to boss around, get him to leave the room when he wanted, and perhaps even send him to do errands for him on campus. Take him under his wing and teach him how to be a man, how to talk to women, hell, maybe he’d even take him to get his first state of the art tailored suit.

104. It didn’t take long. He shuffled for his keys which were newly added to his key ring and with a turn of the knob he was in.

That’s when the worst thing that could have possibly happened, happened…

Bentley saw, with his own eyes, Rhorey.

Bentley’s head fell forward a bit and his eyebrows shot up in surprise, a slight look of disgust and disappointment fluttering over his face. This other boy was tattooed…and…he dressed like a buffoon. There was no working with this; he was unfixable. They simply couldn’t be friends.

After the initial shock Bentley, released the clutch of his suitcase and moved a piece of clothing that was near his feet out of the way with the end of his umbrella. “Uhm…hello…” usually Bentley wouldn’t have been so inarticulate, but when he noticed a small girl sitting beside Rhorey, wrapped in his arms, he was simply speechless. That was actually quite impressive, Bentley hardly ever had a loss of words.

After a few more moments of composing himself, Bentley stood up a little straighter and dropped off his things on the side of the room that looked slightly less inhabited. “So…this is how this is going to work…” he began, not even asking a name. He already knew it, no need on wasting his breath on introductions when there was clearly no hope of friendship, might as well get straight to the point. “By the end of the night, this place is going to be spic and span, you will not touch my things and you will not use my bed, desk, or dresser for anything other than envy.”

Looking around at all the toys strew about, he sighed, looking again at his daughter. “And please, that is your sister or something right?” There was really no way that he was going to be living with a four-year-old in college…there was a reason he didn’t have kids…he didn’t want them.

[Rhorey Richard Ryder]

Rhorey had always been a pretty nice and cheerful guy. He had never had any enemies and he had to know how to be polite even when annoyed since Riley, his daughter was now in Preschool. As long as you were respectful to him he would treat you with the up most respect and he was pretty excited today because today he was getting a roommate. Though he was nervous because his daughter did love with him most of the time and would hope that this person was trust worthy around kids and all that. The normal feeling that any dad would have.

He had Riley curled up with him on the couch watching her favorite cartoons, she had just ate her after school snack which consisted of fruit yogurt and a apple juice box. Now she was getting kind of tired in daddy's arms while watching Yo Gabba Gabba! And that's when Bentley came in.

"Oh hey! You must be Bentley..." He sai with a smile but it soon faded once Bentley started talking and Rhorey realized how rude this guy was. He could feel how bad this guy was judging him. "Um no, you're not my mom bro...I'm ending this night by hanging out with my little girl." He told him sternly.

Rhorey then laughed a little as he talked about his stuff as if Rhorey wanted them for some reason. " I wouldn't dream of using your stuff man, there's no need. My stuff works just fine and I have all I need." He said with a smirk. Great, he knew that the two of them would never be friends or on decent terms even because of how this guy came at him. He really hoped things wouldn't get ugly, but he really didn't want this guy trying to tell little Riley what to do or to try to tell him what he should be doing with his daughter. "No, this is my daughter not my sister." He told him. He then whispered to Riley and told her to go to their room, and he Got down off the couch and bounded off towards Rhorey's room. "Do we have a problem here bro?" He asked with a raised bro as he stood up off the couch.

[Bentley Arthur Wallace]

Bentley heaved a heavy sigh, watching as the small girl trotted off into the bedroom that she would share with her dad. Then, as Rhorey stood, Bentley couldn’t help but smirk, hoping that he wasn’t trying to be intimidating. If there was any emotion that Rhorey evoked in Bentley, that emotion was not fear.

“Well, bro,” he began, the short word that Rhorey used so frequently was not a term that often found its way into Bentley’s vocabulary. “There doesn’t need to be a problem,” he assured him stepping over some toys that were lying on the floor, being careful that he did not step on anything, “but, I refuse to live in a sty and you...aren’t...exactly…” he searched his head to find the right words, “You aren’t exactly the type of person I was expecting.”

It was clear that Bentley was someone who had grown up in a very elitist environment. For him, everything was to have a particular spot and it should be in that spot at all times. Even if the room didn’t appear to be that messy to the average person, just a few toys and books from a child playing with her father, to Bentley it was a room that was completely wrecked and needed cleaning.

“Also, good for you, you have a daughter, I’m not here to judge your life choices. Just not what you usually find when you walk into a college dorm room,” he explained, though he clearly seemed put off by the notion. Really, he wasn’t sure anyone be all that excited to live with a toddler in the years where they were supposed to be having fun. He allowed a moment to look around, seeing that for the most part, the dorm was already furnished. There was already a couch, but Bentley was having trouble imagining himself sitting on it and enjoying any part of his day. “So...I’m not sure, do we have a problem?”

[Rhorey Richard Ryder]

The more the boy talked the more he was getting under Rhorey's skin. Which was interesting because Rhorey had calmed down quite a bit and it took kind of a lot for this blonde tattooed cutie to get mad. But there was just something about this Bentley character that certainly rubbed him the wrong way. Most of it was the way he talked and the tone of his voice, made it seem like he thought he was better than Rhorey.

The single father hated these types of people with a burning passion because he had been handed the greatest challenges in his life and he was able to over come them. He provided for his daughter and was a stand up person, yeah sure he looked a little different but why should he be judged on the way he looks in this day and age? "Sty? You call a few toys on the ground a sty?" He asked as he crossed his arms and raised a brow. "Look man, I'm a single dad, I got to school and I work. I'm not going to pick up every little toy just to make you happy. So you can keep you're little area clean all you want." He told him being a little cross. But who did this guy think he was, coming into Rhorey's place and trying to tell him what to do.

"Oh and what Type of person am I?" He asked, he was pretty curious on what Bentley's answer would be since Rhorey didn't think he really fit into one specific stereo type. "We don't have to have a problem, but it would cause less problems if you learned how to talk to people respectfully." He told him as the tall blonde boy looked down at him. Rhorey used to have a bad temper but calmed it down once he got his daughter back, but disrespectful people always got his blood boiling. "So it's up to you if we have a problem or not." He added.

[Bentley Arthur Wallace]

Bentley sighed and shook his head at Rhorey, “Okay, well you have to sympathize with me half way. When I signed up to go to college and to live in a dorm, I wasn’t exactly signing up to live with a toddler,” he quipped back. He didn’t mean to be rude about him having a kid, per se, he didn’t have a problem with that life choice it was more along the lines that the twenty year old wasn’t thrilled about living with a kid during his college years.

When asked what “type of person” Bentley thought he was, he heaved a heavy sigh, his initial anger and shock wearing off. Attempting to evade the having to explain what he said, he decided to just settle whatever dispute this was, hoping that whatever little time he spent in the dorm would be free of stressful situations. Just because Bentley disliked his roommate didn’t mean that he couldn’t tolerate him.

“Look, we don’t have a problem...yet,” he answered, glancing around at the contents of the dorm once more, wondering how they would ever work this out. “Just because you’ve been living here for...however long you have been doesn’t make this ‘your place,’” Bentley asserted, “I live here now, too, so things aren’t just going to stay the same, we can work it out however we need to, but there doesn’t need to be any problems,” he finished rolling his eyes. Bentley was unsure how the two of them had ever matched up on the application forms and who would have thought it was a good idea to stick them together, but Bentley was beginning to regret his decision to stay in the dorms rather than slip the dean a bribe and get him to agree to let him stay in an off-campus apartment somewhere. He’d lived in a dorm atmosphere his entire life, but now that he was on the West coast, he was quickly coming to realize that the same prestige and high standards were not held in the same esteem as they were in the East.