"Antichrist Superstar," Josh is quick to answer Joe's question as to which Manson album is best. Joe scoffs.

"Fucking idiot, you know Mechanical Animals is his best," Joe says, hitting the back of Josh's head lightly.

"You're both definitely wrong there, my friends. PALE EMPEROR is definitely the better Marilyn Manson album," Patrick argues with Joe and Josh as he scrolls through his Instagram.

His ex girlfriend's just posted a selfie that she looks damn good in. They only broke up because he had to move over four thousand miles away from her. He likes the picture and comments an emoji on it.

"You know what? We'll get Wentz in here. He's probably back by now. He's into music big time," Joe explains. He texts 'Wentz'. "He'll be here in ten, and then I can prove you both wrong,"

Patrick fucks around with his phone and Joe and Josh pick up a game of cards until Wentz, or Patrick assumes, knocks on Joe and his roommate Frank's door. "It's open," Joe calls out.

A shirtless guy with short pink hair, tan skin, and a few tattoos comes in, collapsing on Joe's bed. Joe laughs at him.

"S'wrong, Wentzy?" Joe asks as he slams down a jack and shouts, "Ha!" Josh drops his cards and mumbles something about Joe cheating.

"Feels like permanent jet lag. I got back two days ago, and I can't seem to sleep it off," Pete complains. Joe nods as he deals the cards. "Now what was so important for you to wake me up?"

"Oh, yeah! Best Manson album. Go," Joe says as he looks through his cards. Patrick looks up, making eye contact with the guy for the first time.

"PALE EMPEROR, obviously," Pete says. Patrick smirks at his two friends playing cards.

Joe's mouth drops open. "Patrick told you to say that, didn't he? Dirty little cheat," Joe accuses.

"I didn't say a word," Patrick says, raising his hands in surrender. "Patrick Stump," He says, holding his hand out for 'Wentz' to shake.

"Pete. Call me Wentz," Pete says, not taking his hand.

"Seriously, Patrick, none of the crew's going to shake your hand. We aren't that formal, dude," Joe says. Patrick rolls his eyes.

"Well 'scuse me for being fucking polite, dick face," Patrick says. Joe laughs.

He and Josh are playing a different card game now. Probably Go Fish! seeing as neither of them are intelligent enough to play anything other than that and 21.

"So how're you liking this place so far?" Pete asks him as he finally sits up. Patrick shrugs.

"Haven't started classes yet. Josh isn't a dick. I've made some friends. Nothing really to complain about," He tells Pete. Pete nods.

"Wait until Monday, bud. Shit gets real when classes start. The only good thing is that we have parties with the girl's dorms on Friday's. Fuck any of them. They crave it, seeing as most of us are gay," Pete tells him.

"Hold up. How'd you know I was straight?" Patrick asks. Pete smiles.

"You aren't, bud," Pete says. Then he gets up and walks out. Patrick blinks twice before scrambling out of the chair he was previously sitting in and throwing open the door.

"I'm not gay!" He yells. Joe laughs at him and rolls his eyes. "I'm not," Patrick confirms as he sits back down.

"Hey, I'm not saying you are. But why were you so quick to deny it?" Joe asks.

Patrick needs to think a little bit before he answers that question.

--

"I'm not gay," Patrick tells Wentz as they walk to their third class of the day.

Somehow he got stuck in every class with Wentz, two with Joe, one with Josh, and three with Frank. He hasn't met Hurley or anyone else the aforementioned guys hang out with yet.

"Uh huh," Wentz says, sending him a huge grin. "I'm gay, Patrick. My gaydar sends me major signals when I see you, dude," Pete tells him. Patrick huffs and shakes his head.

"I'm not gay," Patrick repeats as they reach the room. Pete just nods.

The professor, Miss Jackson, comes in seconds later, quieting the class down as she says, "Gentlemen, ladies, I'd like you to pick a partner because you are doing a project due in two weeks," She explains.

Patrick doesn't want to work with Pete, that's for sure. So one would say he's more than a little bit happy when a girl with short red hair and green eyes approaches him.

"My name's Anna," She says shyly. "I was wondering if you wanted to be my partner,"

He checks her out not so discreetly before nodding. She's cute. He could probably do better, but she's okay, and he hasn't gotten laid since he left Chicago so she'll do.

"Sure, sugar," He says, grabbing her wrist and pulling her closer to him. She smiles and blushes before wrapping her arms around his neck.

"Mr. Stump, Miss Agony!" Miss Jackson yells. Patrick rolls his eyes before letting go of her waist.

Patrick looks at Pete and the blonde guy he's paired up with. Pete catches Patrick's eye and winks, making the latter blush.

Not gay, my ass, Pete thinks.

Patrick pretends to help Anna work on the rest of the project and gets invited to her dorm after school. So he doesn't have to do any work, and he gets laid. He thinks it's a win/win.

After school, Anna won't let him fuck her. She sucks him off, though, and he returns the favour before making his way back to the dorm.

When he gets inside, Josh is making out with a cute, in Patrick's straight guy opinion, brunette boy that Patrick is pretty sure should be in his dorm at the moment. The call for lights out was ages ago.

Josh blushes and mumbles out an apology, kissing the boy once more before rushing him out of the door.

"Joshie's got a boyfriend," Patrick teases. Josh huffs.

"Don't give me that look. You smell like sex," Josh sasses.

Patrick raises his arms in surrender, grabbing a pair of joggers and some boxers before making his way to the showers.