Frederick was on his second trip, moving his things from his temporary digs into the room he was now going to share with his childhood buddy Jamie Madrox. He'd greased a few palms to make it happen, with none the wiser, least of all Jamie. Frederick wanted it to be a surprise. I mean, if I absolutely have to share a room at my age, it's gonna be someone I know and sorta trust. Right? he thought to himself. The fact was, Frederick could have paid a little something to get a private room. He certainly could afford it. But he'd gotten it in his head that he had an opportunity here to finally get close to Jamie, and so why not take it? No reason not to.
He heard Jamie's voice, and his bud sounded decidedly upset, so he followed the yells of Wisdom, wondering if Jamie had lost his mind or if maybe someone was playing a fucked up version of charades and gotten the virtues edition. He was fully expecting to hear something like Charity or Integrity next, because Frederick just had that kind of weird imagination like that.
He turned the corner in time to see Jamie disappear into a room that wasn't his (or theirs, rather), and he was too curious not to check it out. Part of it was concern, because Jamie looked a mite impaired, but he would have anyway, because he was curious to the point of being nosy. He peeked in just in time to see Wisdom smoothing down Jamie's shirt and telling him he needed him. Frederick's eyes widened round as glowy green saucers and he took two steps back away from the door.
All the joy he had been feeling over surprising Jamie with the roommate thing deflated. He stormed away, pouting like nobody's business. "Oh, oh, I need you, Jamie. You understand me, mate. Ooh, ooh, EWWW," he muttered mockingly, grumbling under his breath in a horrible attempt at a British accent. Okay, so Frederick hadn't exactly been honest with himself. He hadn't been fully conscious that part of the plan was trying to get in Jamie's pants while he made friends with him. He had thought that might be something like a bonus. He really did want to rekindle his friendship with the man, but Jamie was rather easy on the eyes, so he had to admit he had entertained other notions as well. What he didn't expect was to feel so miffed over this. After all, what did he think Jamie was? A monk? With that face and... everything else?
"Dammit. Why isn't he at least ugly?" he further mumbled. "Limey bastard." At worst, Frederick had figured he might have to 'rescue' Jamie from the clutches of heterosexual desire. In fact, the plan he had not been planning (*cough*) was to entice Jamie into a threesome with a girl and see where that led. This was a completely different animal.
And so Frederick marched up to his room, with no idea of just how woefully far off base he was. He would probably learn the hard way that things weren't always what they seemed.