Two Assholes, One Dorm

Chapter One

*Disclaimer, I don't own the characters Tycho Brahe and Johnathan Gabriel. They belong to Penny Arcade*

Tycho Brahe had hated Johnathan Gabriel's guts since the second day of kindergarten. The kid had just suddenly tackled Tycho and gave him his first black eye.

He also started the war.

From there it was eleven hellish years of hair pulling, fighting, black eyes, broken fingers and bones, wedgies, stealing and just good old fashioned bullying.

Any teacher that dared to accept both Gabe and Tycho into their classroom had to deal with screaming, fighting and had to be more than comfortable with pulling the boys off of eachother and the sight of blood.

But Gabe and Tycho had at least a shred of respect for eachother. Tycho had stolen Gabe's sketchbook once, he had every intention to rip it up and flush it down the toilet, but a particularly good drawing caught Tycho's eye and...

The sketchbook had meaning. If he destroyed Gabe's work, he just knew Gabe would find his story notebook and rip that up with no mercy.

So Tycho gave it back, in their one shared class he very quietly handed Gabe back his sketchbook with a whispered "Sorry."

To Tycho's surprise, Gabe smiled. And his smile was...nice. Gabe took his sketchbook back and the war took a break.

Until Gabe had to be a little dipshit so Tycho gave him a swirly.

But then Gabe's little friend had to steal Tycho's notebook where he kept his stories. To Tycho's surprise though Gabe actually gave it back in their shared class and apologized that his friend took it.

So they did have some respect for eachother, or at least for eachother's work. But they were in no way friends. They still fucked eachother up every chance they got.

But anyways, Tycho had just got accepted to a college in Seattle. Far, far away from Johnathan Gabriel.

....or so he thought.

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"Bye, Sweetie! Be good! Don't fight with your roommate! Call me if you need money!" Gabe's dad Jacob said, blowing him kisses as he got into the passenger's side of the car.

"Don't call 100% for money, I want phone calls home at least once a week, young man. Don't fuck around, don't get in trouble, don't fuck or fight your roommate, even if it's that fuckin' Brahe kid. You're in a different city now, you're an adult. Adults go to jail for fist fights." Gabe's other dad Richard huffed before gently grabbing Gabe's face and kissing his forehead. "Be good, call soon."

"I'll be fine, Dad. Relax. I'll call tonight if I can. Love you guys, I'll see you fall break." Gabe said with a smile, waving bye as Richard got in the car and drove off.

FINALLY!

Oh God, Gabe had been waiting for this moment all his life! College was gonna be the fuckin' best! He could do whatever he wanted!

Not that Gabe didn't love his dads. He loved his dads so so much, he even tackled Tycho Brahe over it in kindergarten for whispering his dads were going to hell or something.

Which had started a war, but now he was out of the city. Away from Brahe.

And Gabe needed to unpack. His roommate hasn't arrived yet, but that was fine, his roomie had until Sunday to show up.

And Gabe was fine with having the dorm to himself for a while. He could make coco while he unpacked. Yeah, that'd be nice.

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