StrawberryDreamer
Fake adult
The leaves were just starting to change for fall as the students arrived at Rosewood Hall. Most came in limousines or helicopters. Unfortunately there was no landing strip for private jets on grounds, but the project was in the works. The blend of purple, red, and yellow uniforms across campus almost resembled fallen leaves as everyone began to settle in. The school year was just beginning, but little did the students know, so was a mystery no one expected.
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Erik was grateful to arrive without any delay. In years prior he’s had some problems in Japan with the Yakuza, but this summer went by quite peacefully. He breathed in the familiar woodsy air before thanking his driver and grabbing his bags from the vehicle. As he approached the campus he’d grown to call home he felt a weight lift off his shoulders. He willingly gave his phone to the Stratus dorm leader and collected his room key before walking through the gates.
Erik crossed the campus to the Stratus dorms. It felt like he hadn’t even been away for a second. He entered the common room and went up the stairs to the boys dorm. Though his room number always changed, they all looked the same. He unlocked the door to his room like he’d done so many times before and peaked in at the empty room. He heard he had a roommate this year, even though he always requested single rooms, they weren’t always guaranteed for someone of questionable status like himself.
Erik took the time to claim the bed closest to the door before glancing at the balcony. He’d always had inner rooms, so he’d never even had a window here. Hopefully it didn’t get drafty. He put his suitcase on the bed and started to put his things away.
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Astrid stepped out of the Borbón family limo, holding the door open for Isabella behind her. Though she always opted for the uniform pants, the princess wore a petticoat under her skirt and knee high stockings. The princess gave her Partizan a slight curtsy before the other girl closed the door and retrieved the contents of the trunk before sending the driver off. The two girls made their way to the gates with their luggage. They handed over their phones, which was Isabella’s least favorite part of Rosewood.
After getting to the Conch dorms, Astrid held the door open for Isabella before looking for their room on the first floor. Much to Isabella’s delight their room was just down the hall from the pool. Astrid unlocked the door and closed it behind them before finally letting her posture fall. “Finally. I don’t think I can spend another summer with your parents.”
Isabella let a smile creep onto her lips as she hung her clothes up in her wardrobe. “Darling, it’s not so bad. At least they’re paying you.”
Astrid rolled her eyes before throwing her suitcase onto the bed and started grabbing uniforms to hang up. “I’m not sure any money is worth not being able to do this.” She tenderly cupped Isabella’s face before giving her a gentle kiss. It wasn’t like they were never alone at the Borbón mansion, but there were nobles and guards everywhere watching her every move. She had to keep posture and act like she belonged so much more than she did at Rosewood. Here, no one knew she was a Partizan, she had to keep it secret from anyone outside the Spanish nobility. Of course she still had her responsibilities but at least she didn’t have to be polite and poised all the time. It was tiring.
Isabella smiled, returning to hanging up her clothes, “I suppose that is a benefit of not being home.” Even though they were out of the house and the country, their relationship still had to be behind closed doors. If anyone found out Astrid was her Partizan, the consequences could be deadly. Even if Astrid was just another noble, Isabella’s father would be less than thrilled with a gay child. Though marriage equality was established in Spain, her father believed “it’s different when it’s your own child.”
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Xavier got out of the car that was called for him. He wasn’t here willingly, if it was up to him he’d be on another tour or in the recording studio. Instead they drove him out here to the middle of fucking nowhere. He kicked open the car door, taking his duffel bag with him, “Thanks for the ride.” He looked up at the campus. So this was his prison? He approached the gates, only to be blocked by the Ivy dorm leader. He narrowed his eyes at her before she spoke, “All students must surrender their phones before entering campus.” Was this bitch fucking serious? God this blows. He grabbed his phone out of his pocket and shoved it into her hands before pushing his way past her.
Now where the hell was he going? He noticed different colored arrows on the ground. Not being an idiot, he followed the purple ones to the Ivy dorms. He opened the door and looked around at the common room. It wasn’t awful, he’d admit that. It looked comfortable enough here. He noticed all the guys going upstairs, so he followed, quickly finding his room number and stepping inside. This wasn’t the worst either. He took the guitar case off his back and placed it on the bed in the corner. He hadn’t had this much space to work with in a long time. Tour buses were tiny and cramped and hotel rooms were so temporary. He sighed before sitting in the desk chair. Would he really have to be here for a few months?
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Erik was grateful to arrive without any delay. In years prior he’s had some problems in Japan with the Yakuza, but this summer went by quite peacefully. He breathed in the familiar woodsy air before thanking his driver and grabbing his bags from the vehicle. As he approached the campus he’d grown to call home he felt a weight lift off his shoulders. He willingly gave his phone to the Stratus dorm leader and collected his room key before walking through the gates.
Erik crossed the campus to the Stratus dorms. It felt like he hadn’t even been away for a second. He entered the common room and went up the stairs to the boys dorm. Though his room number always changed, they all looked the same. He unlocked the door to his room like he’d done so many times before and peaked in at the empty room. He heard he had a roommate this year, even though he always requested single rooms, they weren’t always guaranteed for someone of questionable status like himself.
Erik took the time to claim the bed closest to the door before glancing at the balcony. He’d always had inner rooms, so he’d never even had a window here. Hopefully it didn’t get drafty. He put his suitcase on the bed and started to put his things away.
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Astrid stepped out of the Borbón family limo, holding the door open for Isabella behind her. Though she always opted for the uniform pants, the princess wore a petticoat under her skirt and knee high stockings. The princess gave her Partizan a slight curtsy before the other girl closed the door and retrieved the contents of the trunk before sending the driver off. The two girls made their way to the gates with their luggage. They handed over their phones, which was Isabella’s least favorite part of Rosewood.
After getting to the Conch dorms, Astrid held the door open for Isabella before looking for their room on the first floor. Much to Isabella’s delight their room was just down the hall from the pool. Astrid unlocked the door and closed it behind them before finally letting her posture fall. “Finally. I don’t think I can spend another summer with your parents.”
Isabella let a smile creep onto her lips as she hung her clothes up in her wardrobe. “Darling, it’s not so bad. At least they’re paying you.”
Astrid rolled her eyes before throwing her suitcase onto the bed and started grabbing uniforms to hang up. “I’m not sure any money is worth not being able to do this.” She tenderly cupped Isabella’s face before giving her a gentle kiss. It wasn’t like they were never alone at the Borbón mansion, but there were nobles and guards everywhere watching her every move. She had to keep posture and act like she belonged so much more than she did at Rosewood. Here, no one knew she was a Partizan, she had to keep it secret from anyone outside the Spanish nobility. Of course she still had her responsibilities but at least she didn’t have to be polite and poised all the time. It was tiring.
Isabella smiled, returning to hanging up her clothes, “I suppose that is a benefit of not being home.” Even though they were out of the house and the country, their relationship still had to be behind closed doors. If anyone found out Astrid was her Partizan, the consequences could be deadly. Even if Astrid was just another noble, Isabella’s father would be less than thrilled with a gay child. Though marriage equality was established in Spain, her father believed “it’s different when it’s your own child.”
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Xavier got out of the car that was called for him. He wasn’t here willingly, if it was up to him he’d be on another tour or in the recording studio. Instead they drove him out here to the middle of fucking nowhere. He kicked open the car door, taking his duffel bag with him, “Thanks for the ride.” He looked up at the campus. So this was his prison? He approached the gates, only to be blocked by the Ivy dorm leader. He narrowed his eyes at her before she spoke, “All students must surrender their phones before entering campus.” Was this bitch fucking serious? God this blows. He grabbed his phone out of his pocket and shoved it into her hands before pushing his way past her.
Now where the hell was he going? He noticed different colored arrows on the ground. Not being an idiot, he followed the purple ones to the Ivy dorms. He opened the door and looked around at the common room. It wasn’t awful, he’d admit that. It looked comfortable enough here. He noticed all the guys going upstairs, so he followed, quickly finding his room number and stepping inside. This wasn’t the worst either. He took the guitar case off his back and placed it on the bed in the corner. He hadn’t had this much space to work with in a long time. Tour buses were tiny and cramped and hotel rooms were so temporary. He sighed before sitting in the desk chair. Would he really have to be here for a few months?