Dustin finished his drawing and went back to the room. He had heard the comments about his outfit. Oh how very little she knew. Her words were harsh but then again...so were his mothers. He guessed all women were cruel in that way. Judgmental even of someone they don't even know. He ignored her and was in the room. His side of the room shadowed. He lay on the bed. Strumming a guitar and singing in the voice of an angel.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">Natasha nodded her head. "Oh but you do. The dean just put him in your room this morning while you were out shopping." she says softly. Looking at her friend and shrugs. "Dunno maybe he is Gothic. Even if he is he is the sexiest damn goth I have ever seen." She follows her back to room. Hearing singing. "Did you leave your radio on?" she asks.</span><br/><br/><object height="360" width="640"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/8xg3vE8Ie_E"/><param name="wmode" value="transparent"/><embed height="360" src="https://www.youtube.com/v/8xg3vE8Ie_E" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="640" wmode="transparent"/></object>