Date: Tue, 28 Oct 2008 12:32:26 -0400
From: shinigamisubject@aim.com
Subject: The College Years: Chapter 1

The College Years

DISCLAIMER: This story is of my own creation. Any similarities' involving
characters or plot is coincidental. Boston College is a real institution
but other parts of the setting are my own.

This is my first story, please respond and reply. I'm looking for someone
to beta my story so if you are interested feel free to reply.  All
constructive criticism is welcomed.

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Chapter 1: Fate...or something like it


      Time flies when you're all alone. I just left everyone I loved behind
and now I'm starting over. I don't really know how to start this, so I
guess I'll start with my name. I'm Andrew Clark, but most friends and
family just call me Drew. I'm almost 19 and finally, I'm leaving home to go
to college where I can finally pursue everything I've ever wanted.

I can go places and hang out with friends and not have to worry about
anyone burdening me with questions like "Where are you going?" and "When
are you coming back?", or my personal favorite "Is that one of your male
friends parked outside?" See, I'm gay and all the people in my family that
know have no problem with my sexuality, and I'm pretty happy with the
relationship we have.

       Most of my family is from the South and in the families there, being
black and being gay was not something that was accepted in any setting. My
family has always been pretty open to the differences of people so when I
told them, I was almost prepared for their response. No one really cared or
voiced any distaste and my mom was happy for me. She once said to me that
as long as I'm not doing any animals, she'd love me for who I was no matter
what; just make sure my man has a hot father for her. I'm still adjusting
to the fact that I don't have to hide anything, but it still sucks cause
now that everything is in the open, everyone wants to know EVERY LITTLE
DETAIL!!!

       I went out with this guy once and after our fifth date I decided it
was okay for him to meet my family. He was about 5'9, kind of short
compared to my 6'5 frame, and he had a tribal tattoo that went all the way
up both his arms that looked really hot. He had short black hair that was
spiked with gel and had on black eyeliner which I thought brought out the
smoky gray color of his eyes. I went to open the door for him and there he
was with baggy cargo pants and a black Metallica t-shirt; not even three
steps into the house was he before my mom said 'I thought I told you no
animals?' To say I was embarrassed didn't even cover it. We ended up
leaving my house and to make a long story short, didn't even make it to our
destination before we decided that it wasn't gonna work out.

      So here I am on a train heading to Boston, Massachusetts; home of the
Red Sox, the patented 'Boston accent', and hordes of colleges and
universities, my destination being Boston College. I am still reeling from
the amount of money that is being paid for me to go here. My mom worked
paycheck to paycheck and there was no money for a college fund, and my dad
was never there, so I had to work hard and graduated at the top of my class
with SAT scores that allowed me to get a full scholarship to BC. I didn't
want to go to Harvard, I couldn't see myself around all those
overachievers; people who graduated high school with straight A+'s with a
GPA of a 4.5 or more and participated in every club the school offered and
volunteered everywhere that would allow. I really don't think I could
handle the pressure. But Boston College is just what I was looking for; a
small campus with a small student body. Not to mention all the hotties!!!

      When I came for a tour of the college, there were so many hot guys
there too. I am by no means easy, or slutty, I'm still a Grade A virgin,
but I was so ready to give up my v-card if I found the right guy.

       One of the guys at first sight had my heart in his hands. He could
have put my balls in a shredder and I don't think I would have even
cared. He was almost my height, about 6'3, and had long, jet black hair
with ends that were dyed shock white. He had on a black t-shirt that said
'It's Yours If You Want It' with a black zip-up1 hoodie and a pair of black
jeans with black and white Vans that completed his trademark punk look. I
could not stop staring at his ice blue eyes, even when they connected with
my own and shifted away from my gaze. If I could blush bright red, I would
kill myself, and for once I thanked my nonexistent dad for his dark
complexion.

      I never saw the guy after the tour but if there were more guys like
him. I knew I wanted to be at BC to see them.

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	Fresh off the train, I carried my bags through the station, hoping
that my feet didn't trip me up and let me fall flat on my face in front of
anyone. My wish was granted and I made it out of the station safely, and
walked the short distance to the trolley that would bring me minutes from
my school. The trip was painful; my bags served as my own personal prison
while the other passengers constantly pushed and bumped my luggage into me
like I was some kind of crash test dummy. The ride couldn't have ended
sooner and again, I dragged my bags down the street and made my way to
Harris Hall, my home for the next 4 years. The building looked recently
renovated from the outside and I could almost feel the history of the
building emanating from the walls. With a smile, I walked up the short set
of stairs leading to the buildings entrance, contemplating all the way
about the possibilities of my roommate. I didn't really care if my roommate
was hot or not. I really just want a friend. Hopefully, I wouldn't be
roomed with a homophobic, narcissistic, uncleanly, meat-headed,
party-oriented jerk that would make our room party central. I hope there'll
be enough space to house someone like that cause if not; I'll cut him down
to size in an instant.

	The inside of the hall was brightly lit; ornate designs adorned the
walls, along with pictures and bulletin boards of what I guess were student
information. My eyes continued to survey the scene until I was startled by
a voice.

"Hi, is there something I can help you with?" a short woman with bright red
hair seated at a desk to the right to the room asked.

'Yes, I'm sorry," I said. "I'm just a little amazed by...well everything!
The name's Andrew Clark."

"Tara Ellis. I'm sort of filling in while they find someone to replace the
last guy who worked here. Are you a new student?"

"Is it written all over my face?" I said with a chuckle. "Yeah, I'm a
freshman. I can't believe this is just the main entrance to the dorms. If
the rooms look anything like this you can keep me here for life."

"Then I think you might be setting yourself up for disappointment" Tara
said. "You'd better hope you get a single cause the doubles' aren't a whole
lot bigger. Which floor are you on, by the way?"

"The 3rd, why?" I asked.

"Well then I guess you're lucky; everyone on the third floor has the best
rooms. Some architectural mistake that the dean just decided to keep. The
RA is pretty nice too. His name is Rick and he'll help you out if you need
anything." Tara told me. "Have you got your ID yet?" she asked me.

"No, I'll probably get it a little later today or tomorrow, depending on
how long the unpacking takes."

"I suggest you get it today cause tomorrow everyone is gonna be rushing to
get their ID's." Tara said, "Plus, the guard doesn't let anyone in here
after a certain time without an ID so if you're gonna be out late, you need
it."

	Tara and I talked for a little longer before I boarded the
buildings elevator and took a ride to my floor. I have to say that if
everyone in this building is this nice, I could get used to college life
fast. I got out of the elevator and walked to room 310 where I met my RA
Rick who seemed like a nice guy. We talked for a couple minutes and he
explained to me some common rules for the dorm and when he would be
available if I needed anything. He gave me my room key and pointed me in
the direction of my room; 318, and I left knowing that Rick was probably
someone I'd spend some time with over the semester. Something about him
just made him seem so inviting. Dragging my bags down the hall, I
accidentally dropped my key and when I bent down to pick it up, I tripped
over the strap of my bag landing promptly on my face. So much for my luck,
right? Just when I thought I'd escaped complete embarrassment, the door
next to where I landed opened and my face was introduced to a pair of
checkered Vans that I narrowly dodged from stepping on my face.

"Whoa, are you okay?" the deep baritone of the strangers' voice was
hypnotizing as my eyes were drawn to the strangers' and I was without
words. In front of me was the guy from the tour. His eyes were just as
chilling blue as they were when I last saw them, if not more so. I stumbled
to my feet and mumbled a reply; constantly avoiding his eyes like a student
caught cheating by his teacher.

"You sure everything's alright?" he asked in that same rich voice.

"I'm okay, just a little clumsy." I replied trying to remove the sound of
embarrassment from my voice.

"You want me to help you with your bags?" he asked. "It seems like your
having a little trouble."

"No, I've got it. It's nothing I can't handle. Just a temporary loss of
gravity is all." I said trying to make light of this most humiliating
situation. I can't believe he's still talking to me!!! 'Okay Drew, keep it
together. You will not embarrass yourself again in front of him' I thought.
'Just get to your room and you can fall to pieces away from the man of your
dreams.'

 "Well, if you face anymore temporary loss of gravity, please don't do it
near any sets of stairs," my mystery guy said. "I'm Skye Alexander. It's
nice to meet you."

What a name. 'Skye'. How perfect it was for his crystalline eyes. I quickly
woke from my reverie, remembering that the guy I've been dreaming of was
right in front of me.

"Andrew Clark but my friends call me Drew." I said as I reached out to
shake his hand. I enjoyed the feel of his soft hand in mine but alas, it
ended too soon.

"I'm heading out, but I hope to see you again Drew." Skye said.

"Yeah, I'll be sure to fall in front of your door again sometime soon
Skye." I said, only afterward thinking how cheesy the line sounded.

"Maybe next time I'll be there to catch you. See ya." Skye replied walking
to the elevator. 'Was he hitting on me?' I thought as my eyes followed
behind him and were immediately drawn to his plump ass that was held firm
in his tight black jeans. I laughed to myself as I walked the short
distance to my room without falling on my face and went inside, where I was
pleased to see a spacious room. A large window served to divide the room
and was accompanied by a large desk and a bed on either side. The beds
looked like they had drawers built into the frames and I was more than
happy to see closets on both sides of the room. The icing on the cake was
the door that I believed led to my rooms' personal bathroom. I couldn't
help but smile, as I plopped down on the bed to the left of the window. It
looked like less sun shined on this side and I was glad that I wouldn't be
woken up by the suns' rays. 'Could this morning get any better I thought?'
Despite the spill and the trolley, I did have a pleasant time getting
acquainted with my dorm mates.

Maybe this year won't be so bad after all. I let my eyes slowly close and
Skye's face greeted me as I plunged into the peace filled depths of sleep.

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Author's Note: So how was it? I hope I did a decent job and you guys will
continue to read my story. I don't know how long it's gonna be yet, but
please join me on the ride while it lasts. I thank you guys for reading and
check back in real soon for the next installment. LATERS!!!

-ComFanEternally-