Lucid Me

Chapter 3 - Samuele

They both started to laugh.

"Nice to meet you, Liam," Peter said and got up, "Don't let yourself get fooled here!"

"I'll try my best!"

Liam looked at his watch. Samuele was supposed to arrive in five minutes.

"Shoot! I need to go, too!"

He cleaned the table and rushed into his room. There, he put on some deodorant and looked into the mirror to do his hair.

"70 percent," he said to his reflection, smiling, "Such an idiot!"

Armin entered the room.

"He's here!"

Finally, the time has come. Liam was nervous. He wanted to make Samuele feel as welcome as he had felt yesterday. Would he be able to do that? And most important, would he be able to manage this in Italian?

"Ciao, Samuele!" Armin said and let the door slam shut.

Liam could hear Armin speaking to Samuele in an awful Italian accent, but he tried his best. Liam didn't know whether he should join them or not and decided to stay in the room until Armin had finished his monologue. After two minutes, the door opened again. A tall boy with curly dark-brown hair entered the room.

"Well, that was fun," he said in surprisingly perfect German, "You must be Liam then."

"Y- yeah," said Liam, who still couldn't handle the fluency.

"Nice to meet you!"

"Nice to meet you, too. So you speak German without problems?"

"Sure, my dad's from here, so I'm used to speaking German or whatsoever dialect you guys speak here!"

"Thank god! I wasn't prepared to speak in Italian, to be honest. Would have been super cringe, haha!"

"No worries," Samuele said, "So, this is obviously not room 310, isn't it?"

"No, that's mine and Marc's, but I'll show you yours."

Samuele opened the door.

"After you," said Samuele, revealing his shining brown eyes.

Liam was captivated by them. He has never seen such an intriguing color before. But there was something else that he noticed, he just couldn't quite tell what it was.

"A gentleman, I see," laughed Liam and stepped outside the door.

They both went down the hallway and stopped at room number 310, which was located directly at the end of the hall. Strange... All the other rooms were on the left side, but this one was straight in front of them.

"Special room for special guests," laughed Samuele.

He opened the door. It was a single room, but almost as spacious as Liam's room.

"Well, this is luxury!" Liam claimed.

"I asked for a single room. I'm not interested in smelly socks from others; I get enough of them in the changing room at soccer!" Samuele laughed.

"You play soccer?"

"I did in Sicily."

From Sicily! That explains his tanned skin.

"You know that we have a soccer field right outside the window, right?"

"Why did you think I chose this place?" Samuele said.

He looked outside the window and started to smile. He really must be in love with soccer. Standing there, Liam realized that Samuele had a very athletic body. First Marc, now Samuele. Thinking about it, everyone was pretty good-looking.

Too bad I'm only 30% gay.

"So, what's up next? Where is my tour?" Samuele said.

"On my way, what do you want to see first?"

"A new shirt."

"What?" Liam didn't understand.

"I need a new shirt, first. I'm sweating all over the place from carrying the bags up the stairs."

"You know that there's an elevator you can access from the courtyard, right?" Liam said sneaky.

"There is?"

"Yeah, it's like soooo useful! Every newbie makes the mistakes and uses the stairs!"

"Haven't you arrived just yesterday?" Samuele asked.

Armin must have told him.

"Yes, but, you know, I already got a so-called "Best Laurin's Tour One Could Get", so I'm pretty much an old hand myself!"

"Sure you are!"

Samuele took a new shirt out of the suitcase and undressed.

Don't stare!

He really had a well-built body. Stop it! Liam got nervous. He didn't want to think about it again. About what happened in middle school. He tried to lock away his memories and as good as Liam usually was at fighting these kinds of thoughts, the only thought that was in his mind now was:

Or... is it more than just 30%?