Hey, Ryan Keith here. If you heard about me, you probably read my other work titled 'Kayden'. 'One Life' was a new project I chose to write up during my summer. I really enjoyed writing it, and I hope you guys enjoy reading it. For more updates, my buddies at the mailcrew will have them, so check them out. www.themailcrew.com
"The future is for those who believe in the beauty of their dreams"
by Ryan Keith
sunrise illuminated a clear blue sky. A glorious morning for
all who awoke to grasp its beauty. In a certain region of western
He grinned inwardly at himself as he cast that random thought aside. His chest heaved as he tried to control his breathing after an early morning run. Squinting at the glowing sun, he cherished the last jog he would have for a long time in his little hometown. He was excited about going off to university, but a part of him was saddened that he would be far from the place he grew up, the place he called home.
The sound of the back door sliding shifted his thoughts as he turned to greet a woman with an almost ageless face.
"You're going to burn out there, Jayse. Now come on in and have some breakfast."
Jaylin turned to his mother with his hands on his hips and managed to form a sentence in spite of his ragged breathing. "You worry too much, Mum. It's turning you grey."
"Oh, not this morning, young man," his mother mused, "it's your last day here and I'll be damned if I let you go on ruining it. Now gather some decency and put your shirt back on before the neighbors see you."
He stared at the shirt he'd removed after his run, which lay scrunched up on the grass. Like any athletic guy would be, Jaylin was proud of his build. He had spent his high school life focusing on sports and academics, but not so much that he didn't have friends. It was quite the opposite; Jaylin didn't have enemies. Everyone at school liked him, but he didn't have any really close friends other than one particular girl. Everyone knew of their relationship with each other. He was kind, very well mannered, respectful, and gentle. Yet he had built social walls around him that didn't allow anyone to get too close. He couldn't understand how some people could be so close with others, spending all their free time drinking and partying. He liked to party, but every weekend was too much for him, no matter how much people begged.
Jaylin was the type that preferred solitude at times, for reading a book or just playing games. He loved RPG's -- role-playing games -- and wasn't afraid to let people know that. In fact, Jaylin was quite the geek. He even watched Star Trek, and played strategy board games with kids at a local game center. With so much to occupy his life, he had no reason to get drunk or stoned. In fact, he'd never, ever gotten drunk. The prom afterparty at his friend's cottage had been a perfect opportunity for Jaylin's friends to get him drunk, yet no matter how hard they tried, they failed. He had let them believe he could hold his alcohol, by hiding his portion in his car and nursing the same drink all night. Drinking didn't appeal to him at all.
As he stared at the shirt on the grass, he wondered if there was anyone as independent in their thinking as he was.
His mother apparently thought her son had lost his wits, again. "What's wrong, honey, is there a snake nestled in your shirt?"
That got his attention. "No, Mother dear, I was just contemplating strutting around a bit. You know, practicing. I could make a lot when I go to..."
His mother's eyes widened with shock. "You... you can't be serious. There are more honest ways to make cash... and your body isn't for..."
Jaylin smiled at his accomplishment; he had successfully caused his mother to tie her tongue. He bent down to grab his shirt and walked inside as his mother continued to chasten him.
"... and think of what of an influence that would have on your sister! Jaylin!"
Jaylin stopped in his tracks and turned his head slightly with a tilt before smiling at his mother. "Mom, please. You know I'm better than that."
"And besides, who'd want to look at a body like his?" a low voice said.
Jaylin turned to his brother, his elder by two years. "I'll have you know plenty of girls in high school found me quite attractive. Every girl likes a strong, confident man."
"Oh?" his brother said thoughtfully, "then how come you're still single? I've never seen you go out on a date other than with Sam."
Redness flared Jaylin's cheeks as he found staring at his feet safer than replying.
Samantha was Jaylin's closest friend. She was the prettiest rose Jaylin had ever seen, thorns included. Thankfully, Sam was going to the same university as Jaylin, so he wouldn't have to worry about not knowing anyone there, even though meeting people wasn't difficult for him.
"Leave him alone, Dwayne. Your brother is just picky," his mother said gently.
Dwayne was much smaller than Jaylin. Nevertheless, Dwayne
could easily overpower his younger brother. Jaylin had extra points in strength
and stamina, but his brother held the upper hand in speed and technique. Dwayne
was a third-year in university in
Karen returned to the sizzling pan that held a few strips of bacon, as she tried to ignore her sons' playful bantering.
"Breakfast is just about ready. Will one of you wake up your sister?" she asked, without altering her concentration on cooking.
Grabbing a banana, Jaylin volunteered for the task.
"Where is Dad, by the way?"
"He left for work while you were out running. He said to call him before you leave. I think he wants to tell you some things," Karen explained.
Jaylin cringed at the disappointment of missing his father on his last morning home. He really wanted to say goodbye before he went off. His father was his role model. A firm man, yet loving. His father's support in all his decisions had built a strong bond between them. It rivaled the way Dwayne and their mother depended on each other so strongly.
"You went running again?" Dwayne asked with a box of cereal in his hands. "We just went for a nine kilometer run yesterday, and you pumped iron the day before. Do you ever give your body a rest?"
Jaylin smiled at his brother. "I'd worry more about your height. I guess you really are at your peak. Kinda sad, don't you think?"
His brother's height was always a touchy subject. Jaylin stood at 6'2" while his brother was only 5'8". That served as a constant reminder to Dwayne that his younger brother was higher that him in something.
"I can easily chop your legs, little bro, don't forget that," Dwayne joked with a twinkle in his eye.
Jaylin laughed hard as he made his way up the stairs to their sister's bedroom.
Leah was the baby of the family, just going into grade seven. Jaylin's loving sister was much loved by him and the rest of his family. They spoiled her in everything, giving attention to all her wants. Still as pure as snow, she had an angelic aura around her. Not only was she well loved by her relatives, but also by the entire community they lived in. Blessed with a heavenly voice, she was destined to become a star. She could sing like no other, and her face was beautiful. She was regarded as the perfect child. She really was; her innocence and free spirit gave her a personality that people praised.
The sight that greeted Jaylin might have contradicted what people believed. Leah lay sprawled on her bed, snoring soundly with no care in the world. He really loved his sister. Whenever he felt weary or down, she seemed to sense his mood and would offer him a hug.
For such a strong-looking young man, Jaylin was quite a complex person. Battles raged in his mind; questions probed his heart, tearing endlessly at his soul. The support and care he got from his family was truly a pillar in his life.
He walked over to his sister and called out her name.
Instantly Leah opened her eyes and bolted straight up, straightening her hair. Within moments she was at her pleasant-looking self again.
"Oh, good, you're still here," she said happily. "I had dreamt you left while I was asleep."
"It's ok Little Lady, I'm still here," Jaylin whispered, offering his precious sister a warm hug. Little Lady was a nickname Jaylin and his brother called their younger sister. She really was a little lady.
Her brother's arms easily enveloped Leah.
"I'm going to really miss you," she choked.
Jaylin felt a pang of sadness in his heart. Leah was going to be alone. He and Dwayne had worried about that for so long. He knew his sister was growing up, and he wanted her to become more independent of her brothers. She was at the age where she should start to make something of herself, on her own. Jaylin held his sister close and soothed her with a quiet song she really loved.
"Get up, boy!" the rough voice said.
Alan Morton was a hard man. That was how his wife
described him. To Tyler and everyone else, he was a cruel, arrogant man. Never
in his life had
"It took you long enough," the voice by the door mocked. "How long did you plan on sleeping? Are you done packing yet, boy?"
What the hell do
you think? Are you so blind that you didn't notice those boxes outside my room?
Fuck... you woke
me up for this shit?
His father nodded. "Good, be ready to move it to the van later on. The earlier we get you out of here the better. Got that, boy?"
His father's hate for homosexuals was another reason
"A girl couldn't be attracted to you, boy." Words from his father. He supposed he had to agree. He was
very plain. He had unruly brown hair, green eyes, and these ridiculous dimples
that he hated. That didn't matter anyways, because he never smiled enough to
the make the dimples show. No, no one would ever notice him, not unless they
were really drunk. His father assumed only women were tolerant of gay people,
which is the only reason a girl would be friends with his son. Since
Getting out of bed,
"Hey, Dad!" Jaylin almost yelled into the phone.
"Hey, Sport! Did you finish chasing the ladies yet? Your mother said you went running, but I know your game," his dad quipped.
Rolling his eyes, Jaylin replied, "Right, Dad. So what did you need to tell me?"
Silence... followed by a screeching sound.
"Sorry about that, Jayse, I had to close the door. Which reminds me, I really need to fix it up. The entire floor turned to me as I closed it," his dad chuckled.
Jaylin could picture his dad doing something like fixing a squeaky door. His dad was always a joker, which was why his employees loved him, and why he was one of the higher-up executives in the company. He had started the business, so that could be expected. Jaylin loved his father, and dreamed of making his father really proud of him.
"Jaylin, there's something I need to tell you. I wish I could say this in person, but this morning is busy." His father didn't falter in his words. He was serious, and had something important to say. Another moment of silence, which added to the suspense Jaylin felt.
"Jaylin, son. No father can be as proud as I am today. I want you to know that I'm proud of all my children, but you are my greatest pride. You are my hope, son. I know whatever you set your mind to, you can do."
Jaylin didn't respond. In fact, he didn't know how to respond. He had always known his dad was proud of him, but this is what he had dreamed of. His father had told him he was his pride. Words jumbled together in Jaylin's mind as he tried to put together a suitable response, but his tears would have choked any words.
His father must have heard him, because he continued, "It's okay, son. You don't need to say anything. I've watched all my children grow, and my dream has been to offer all of you advice, while allowing you to make your own choices. Your brother hated taking my advice, and did things his way. I must say I'm impressed by how well his methods have worked most of the time. But you! You listen to my advice, and you do what you feel in your heart is right. You are the man I always wanted you to be, the man I wished I could be. Son, I am so proud of you, and you cannot disappoint me, even if you drop out of university or join some strip joint. Anything you want, I'll still be proud of you. I will always love you, son."
Jaylin now found that he could speak coherently. "Thanks, Dad. This means a lot to me. I really love you and Mom. I'll do my best not to join a strip club."
Listening to his father holler was a gift. For sure, Jaylin heard something different in his father's voice. It was joy-filled and full of something else he could not describe. All he knew was that it was a good thing.
The Riley home wasn't too far from the Staffords. Not more than a two minute walk. His father had asked him to pick up something there. Figuring it involved his father's work, he wanted to get it as soon as possible before he forgot. Jaylin didn't have the best memory when it came to recalling things like tasks or chores. Yet, he could easily memorize school-related stuff; formulas, definitions, and such things.
"Hey, Mr. Riley," Jaylin called out. Mr. Riley was standing on his lawn staring at his house.
Turning to the voice, Mr. Riley smiled so widely that Jaylin thought his lips would split. He thought of the man as the most easygoing man in the world. Mr. Riley never seemed to get upset. He was a kind man who was really liked in the community.
"Hehe," Mr. Riley giggled, "this way, boy." He guided Jaylin to the closed garage door and said, "Wait here," and ran into the house. As the garage door opened, Jaylin was impressed to find a new 2004 BMW coupe staring at him. Mr. Riley was standing just inside the door, grinning like the happy man he was.
"Do you like it? What do you think?" he asked anxiously.
Breathless, Jaylin answered, "Wow, you must be so happy to own this baby! I would kill for a car like this."
Turning his face into a playful scowl, Mr. Riley replied, "Kill? No, no. Don't kill. It's yours. You don't need to kill."
At first the words didn't process in Jaylin's head as he stared at the beauty in front of him. Mr. Riley's words finally clicked, and within a few seconds, he understood their full meaning. Mr. Riley stood smiling, the keys dangling from his fingers. Jaylin ran up and lifted the poor old man in one of the warmest hugs he'd ever given anyone. His dad wasn't there for him to hug, so Mr. Riley got a double dose.
"Ho, ho, ho. I told your old fool you would love this car. And he was so worried you wouldn't like it."
"I love it!!!" Jaylin screamed.
He'd recently bought some Ray-Ban sunglasses and couldn't wait to take a cruise in his new car, wearing them.
"Now, instead of just staring at it, why don't you take this poor fool for a ride? I had to beat him with a broom just to keep him from trying to take one all week. The old goat can't even drive standard," a motherly voice chimed.
Jaylin turned to Mrs. Riley with the biggest grin in the world. "You don't mind me stealing your husband for a bit, ma'am?"
"You can keep him for all I care," she said, smiling. "Just drive carefully."
As he stepped into the new vehicle, the smell of new leather invaded Jaylin's nostrils. He loved the smell.
"Ignore that woman. She doesn't understand us boys. Let's tear the road up, young man!" Mr. Riley commanded.
He wasn't sure if the screeching of his tires would bring some screeching out of Mrs. Riley, but he knew he wouldn't want to hang around after he dropped off the little old cowboy who was sticking his head out the window of his new car.
Apparently, everyone else except Leah already knew of Jaylin's new toy. His brother had known all along, and was actually the first driver of the car. That brought a curse out of Jaylin. His brother always got to do everything first, even drive Jaylin's car first. Even though Sam wasn't too excited, she knew as well. The only one who was even a bit surprised was his sister, which was understandable. Getting Leah to hold a secret was like asking her not to sing her favorite songs when they came on. After taking his car out for another ride, Jaylin decided that it was time for him to load up and hit the road. The road to his new life; the university student life.
"I'm leaving!" Jaylin shouted into his house, receiving no answer.. His brother was leaving later in the week. As a third-year student, he wasn't required to go to his university for orientation week, so he was at a friend's house. His mother had gone to work, and since his sister hadn't answered, she was probably at a friend's house. Jaylin didn't mind; he didn't need his family to be there to know they loved him. He smiled at the love-filled home he was born into, one last time, and headed for his car.
"Wake up, boy! We're here," the stern voice said.
boxes from the van,
As he stared at the being that could not possibly be human, a gruff voice cut his attention short.
"Are you some kind of fool? Why are you standing there like an idiot?" his father groused as he made his way towards him.
"You piece of shit fag. You were staring at the boy weren't you? Drooling over him like a boy-crazed fool!" his father swore at him, pointing in the direction of the boy Tyler had indeed been staring at.
Angry at his father's sudden accusation and choice of
"Then who were you looking at? Don't tell me you were just day dreaming again," Mr. Morton said angrily.
Looking over at the boy he instantly wanted to know,
Who the hell is that? She came out of nowhere. A girlfriend? Shit, no way in hell could that guy be gay. Look at him; he's enjoying it. If she isn't his girlfriend, he would have pushed her off by now. Argh, he's smiling at her! I want his smile. What if she isn't his girlfriend, but just a frosh kid like me?
"I was looking at that girl. I've never seen anyone
as pretty as her,"
At first he thought he saw his father nod approvingly, but then he turned to him and said, "She's out of your league. Best not to go after her, she's expensive. A boy like you can't manage a woman like that." Simple as that, his father turned away and walked towards the van, not even apologizing for making his son drop him things. He didn't even say goodbye as he took off in his van.
With the last box in his hands,
"Hey, buddy, do you know where to sign up for the wireless Internet service?"
It was that boy he had been staring at earlier. Lost for
"Something wrong, bud? There's nothing on my face is there?" the boy asked, rubbing his face just in case.
"Uh... no, there isn't. Sorry,"
The boy's grin changed into the best-looking smile
The boy chuckled a bit before grinning again. "Forget about it. I take it you live on campus. What's your name, buddy?"
"Tyler," he whispered.
"Morton... my name is Tyler Morton," he replied.
"Cool," the boy said, extending his hand. "The name is Jaylin Stafford, but my friends call me Jayse. Nice to meet you, Ty!"
For a moment,
So his name is Jaylin. It has a nice ring to it. Heh, I love it the way he said my name...Ty? It sounds okay. I don't care what he calls me...
The extended hand just hung in the air, but
Jaylin took the step for him. After a series of
handshaking positions, Jaylin ended the greeting with knuckling their fists.
"That's the way to do it. Geez, you gotta work on it if you plan on making friends around here. What residence are you in?"
"I'm at the Foundation Residence. I think I saw you unpack there. You there too?" Jaylin asked.
He noticed me? Wait... he saw me? That's impossible. No one ever sees me!
"Uh, yeah, I'm in Foundation. Nice to meet you, Jayse."
"Don't be an idiot, Tyler," the voice said in his head, "he's just being nice. He can't possibly be interested in you. Look at yourself. And you saw that girl he was with. He has her, so he wouldn't be interested in you."
"Are you done with those forms?" the croaking voice asked.
As the woman began typing things on the computer,
"Okay, it's done. Just connect the phone into the phone jack in your room. Someone will call you later today with your number," the old lady said.
"I'll see you later, Ty," Jaylin said.
Jaylin raised his arm to acknowledge him.
For a few more seconds,
Jaylin carried his last box to his dorm room. Several times along the way he was stopped, either by a girl or by a frosh leader. He knew what the women wanted, but the frosh leaders were looking for frosh kids who wanted to participate in residence activities. Of course, Jaylin signed up. Those activities were one of the reasons residence life was so exciting.
A door opened and another girl walked out and gasped slightly before passing him. He thought he heard her say "hey" but he wasn't interested in meeting another person. He had met plenty already for one day. He still had to unpack and fix his room if he planned on participating in the night's frosh activities. They were going to play `capture the flag' out in front of the residence. He ignored the girl and quickly walked into his room. He had left it unlocked; he didn't expect anyone to steal his stuff. He was surprised to see more boxes, though.
A kind voice greeted him. "Hey man, you must be my roomie. Nice to meet ya, dude."
Jaylin was surprised. He knew that the probability of getting a good roommate was about ten percent, but for some reason he felt a connection with this guy, almost as if they were already good friends. The guy wasn't bad looking. Definitely a lady killer, he almost presented it too much. He was holding a girl calendar.
Jaylin lowered the box and extended his hand. "Hey man, nice to meet you too. The name is Jaylin Stafford."
"Cool, bro, I'm Dave, Dave Hachet." He gave Jaylin a warm smile. "I don't know why, but something tells me we're gonna get along just fine."
"Dude, I was just thinking the same thing. Looks like we both need to unpack. A good chance to get to know each other better."
"Sounds good, bro."
Over the next two hours, Jaylin got to know more about Dave, and Dave found out more about Jaylin. One of the biggest differences between the two was that Dave was a heavy drinker, while Jaylin didn't drink.
"Hey Dave, what's your schedule like?" Jaylin asked, a colourful piece of paper in front of him.
Dave turned to him and laughed hard. "Dude, this is way too much. You made your own schedule and colour coded it?" Dave asked, laughing again.
Jaylin felt his face get a bit red, but decided to stand up for himself. "So what?" he said, a bit awkwardly. "I'm an organized guy."
Still laughing, Dave said, "I'm not laughing at you, dude. I'm laughing at how similar we are. I did the same thing."
Before Jaylin could respond, Dave produced his own sheet, which made Jaylin laugh. Dave surely had made his own sheet, with the same colours Jaylin had used. Jaylin recognized the comedy in the situation.
"And no need to worry. I'm an organization freak too, but I love to party. So I pretty much keep my room clean. I hope you're the same, dude." Dave said.
"I'm the same, minus being a party freak. But hey, anytime you want to party, just tell me. If I need to study I'll head out to a friend's place or somewhere."
"Fuck that, dude. If you want to study, you tell me, I can always take my partying elsewhere. We're here to learn, dude, and I don't want to make you fail because of me. I study hard, but I play hard, too." Dave looked around. "Our room is kinda small, so it's not really going to be a cool place to hang out. I usually go to clubs and stuff."
"Well, it's no problem here. I agree; this room is too small. I can't study in a small place like this. I'll find a cool place to study. I won't be able to do work in a cramped room. With my laptop, I should be fine anywhere. All the buildings here have wireless Internet. One of the reasons I chose this university."
"Holy shit, dude. I was thinking the same thing. Tell me if you find a place. I know I can't study here either. I'll keep my eyes open, too."
"No problem, `dude'," Jaylin mimicked his roomie.
"Dude, I hope you're not making fun of me. There'll be trouble if you're making fun of me," his roommate joked.
"Oh yeah?" Jaylin smiled challengingly.
They laughed at each other. Jaylin knew Dave was going to be a guy he could depend on.
"The friends you meet at university stay with you forever..." his father once said to him. His father's best friend had been his roommate at university.
"Oh, I've been meaning to ask you... " Dave began.
"What's that, buddy?"
"Well, before that, we gotta agree on something. Our room is for sleeping, eating, studying, and partying. We gotta respect each other."
Jaylin bobbed his head, agreeing.
"Which means, there is no sex in the Dave & Jayse suite," Dave said freely. "None."
Jaylin blushed and laughed at the same time. This was too much; he had been wondering how he was going to bring up that subject. No doubt Dave was going to attract a lady or two, and he didn't want to unintentionally walk in on something. Dave smiled mischievously. "Which brings me to the question, who's this babe?" Dave held out a photo of Sam.
Jaylin blushed, trying to grab the picture from his new friend.
"I don't think so, dude. Tell me who she is and I'll give it back."
Blushing madly, Jaylin answered reluctantly, "She's my girl."
sat down and reflected on the past hour. The encounter with Jaylin had been
unbelievable. Jaylin had just practically walked up to him and asked his name.
He had to admit; his part in of their meeting hadn't been as effective as
Jaylin's. Jaylin was amazing.
I can't believe such a guy exists. He is so cool. And nice. And cute. Shit, I hope that girl isn't his girlfriend. No. I can't let something like this ruin us. I have to just accept his friendship. He can't be gay. Someone as cool as that? Yeah, right.
He realized his hand had been moving on its own. He was amused at himself, and proceeded to enjoy the freedom of being alone and taking care of the matter.
Making their way back to their room, Jaylin and Dave talked endlessly about sport teams they planned on joining, to take part in the competitions between residences. The intramurals were the only sports Dave and Jaylin could sign up for. Their semesters were going to be too busy to do any of the university competitions. Dave wanted to get into football, even though he didn't have the body for it. His reason was that it was a babe magnet. Instead, they agreed on hockey. Being Canadian, a love of hockey was in their blood.
"The first game is in three days. I can't believe it. They don't waste time here, do they?" Jaylin said as they walked into their room.
When Dave didn't reply, Jaylin turned to him to see what was up. With a big smile plastering his face, Dave closed the door.
"Dude, did you see those girls? They were drooling all over themselves about us. Shit, man, we're dynamite. This is fucking amazing. You're taken, so they're all for me," Dave said greedily.
Jaylin shook his head, wondering how such an energetic
man could exist. He liked Dave. He was easy to get along with, and wasn't
afraid of speaking his mind. He liked confident people like that. The people
who intrigued him most, though, were people like
A hand waving in front of him suddenly got his attention.
"Shit, man, were you daydreaming? Dude, we gotta leave now. The frosh activities start soon," Dave said eagerly.
Chuckling to himself, Jaylin motioned his roommate to lead the way.
It wasn't until he left the room that Jaylin realized the truth in Dave's words. They really were attracting a nest of girls. Jaylin wasn't interested. Besides his mom, his sister, and Sam, there were no other women in his life. Those three were all he needed.
The game was `capture the flag'. Dave and Jaylin were on the same team, with most of the girls from their residence. Apparently the girls didn't care that the teams were supposed to be balanced. Jaylin hid his disappointment behind his smile, kindly returning a few words here and there. His roommate was having too much of a good time. He was taking down numbers like that was all that mattered to him. Jaylin smiled at the guy. He really was unbelievable. When Dave looked over, he gave Jaylin a thumbs up and a stupid grin. No matter how much Jaylin tried to discourage them, the girls crowded him more that Dave, even though he had told them he was taken. The girls just giggled and pursued.
Jaylin's team lost the game, . Their team's five points were the result of Dave's
and Jaylin's teamwork. They ran fast enough for the girls to lose interest and
were able to work together to get the flag, most of the time. However, easily
outnumbered by the guys on the other team, it was a losing battle. But still,
Jaylin enjoyed himself. He was a bit disappointed, though; he hadn't seen
The bathrooms were co-ed. There was a shower area with five shower stalls, all huge. Bigger than the one Jaylin had a home, complete with a sitting counter. The toilets were stalled as well, but he felt a bit embarrassed about being able to hear a lady relieve herself.
There was only one shower stall free after the game and
Dave told Jaylin to go ahead. Washing off the day's sweat, Jaylin wondered when
he would see
Walking out of the washroom with a towel wrapped around his waist and carrying his shower supplies, he noticed that a number of rooms were propped open. As he walked, he noticed a few people stick out their heads and whistle. He tried his best to ignore them but he couldn't help but blush.
I definitely need to go buy a robe.
A girl trying to get into her room, with a huge box in her hands, stopped him. She turned to him and gave him an approving nod.
"Wow, if I were a few years younger I would be so chasing you right now. Too bad you're almost illegal for me," she said with a smile. "What's your name, kid?"
Jaylin almost tripped. "Kid? Geez, thanks, that's kind of low. I'm Jaylin," he said, feeling irritated.
"No problem, Jaylin. I'm Lindsey, and I'm a fifth-year. Yeah, that's right, fifth. I'm not so stupid as to fill my semesters with backbreaking courses. I party hard so I don't have time to do work all the time. I graduate this year. And no, I'm not interested; you look too young."
Jaylin liked her. She seemed really wild. The way she held herself in such a dignified manner while still giving off a youthful vibe was simply incredible.
"I'm your neighbour, so I'll be sure to corrupt you! BEWARE!" She grinned evilly.
Jaylin laughed at her and she scowled. "Sorry, you're just too much. You're the only girl here who seems able to talk to me without tripping over herself."
"I told you, I'm not interested. You're frosh, so you're too young for me. I like a guy with experience," she said, seeming a bit annoyed at having to repeat herself. "I'll let you go back to your room. You're gathering an audience."
With that she walked into her room with a goodbye wave. Jaylin turned, and sure enough, a number of girls were looking at him boldly. They weren't even on his floor! He cursed to himself and walked into his room.
When Jaylin walked in, Dave was sitting in his chair while three girls were on the floor at his feet. Jaylin was getting annoyed about the number of people he was surrounded by in residence. He hated having to deal with so many new people, so soon. He didn't know where he would find the solitude he sometimes needed. He wanted to talk to Dave about the girls in the room. Apparently, though, he wouldn't have to.
"Okay, girls, need you to leave. Jayse is back and he's gotta change," he said, indicating the door.
"Oh, we don't mind watching," one girl said boldly, while the other two giggled.
Dave shook his head in annoyance. "Well, if you don't leave you're gonna have to deal with his girlfriend, and she's vicious. That's her on his closet door."
The girls turned to the photo, and weren't too good at hiding their disappointment. After hearing another forceful command, they left.
"Sorry about that, Jayse," Dave apologized. "These women here are impossible to deal with, but it won't happen again. They wouldn't take no for an answer."
Jaylin felt good. His buddy had done the right thing. Gentleman-like, but still firm. He knew there were going to be no problems with Dave.
"Not a problem, bud. Go hit the showers, or else our room's gonna stink."
Dave laughed and commented that he smelled heavenly, before stripping to his boxers and wrapping a towel around his waist.
What was with that `see you later, bud' he said to me earlier? With all the attention he was getting from the girls, he didn't care about a stupid fag. That's pretty low of him.
He wasn't going to be fooled again. Next time he saw him, he would...
Dressed in shorts and a shirt,
He pounded hard on the door, and the music stopped. The door was yanked open, and he totally forgot what he had planned to say.
Jaylin moved out of the way and lead
Great, they're drunk!
"Sorry about my roommate; he's been drinking a bit and blasted the music before I could stop him," Jaylin said, with a charming laugh. "We didn't wake you, did we? Wait... are you on the floor below us?"
"Nah, I wasn't sleeping, so don't worry about it, guy,"
Jaylin smiled and introduced his roommate.
"Want a beer, dude?" Dave asked after the formal greeting.
"What about you, Jayse?"
"This nut doesn't drink," Dave said sourly, leaning forward with a thumb pointing at Jaylin. "He doesn't drink! You don't think that's possible, do you? Yeah, he don' drink!"
Dave slurred his words, which made Jaylin and
A picture caught
Looking down at the bottle in his hand,
This tastes like shit.
Jaylin walked back into his room after escorting
smiled at the memory. He had told
Dave lay with his hands behind his head.
"Is the dude okay?" he asked.
"Yeah, he's good," Jaylin told him, "Thanks for being cool with him. I don't think he has many friends. You were quite the host."
Dave just waved off the compliment. "He was a cool guy. Plus it didn't seem like he was lonely. He was quite talkative, actually. I'm gonna charge him for my beers tomorrow."
Jaylin laughed at the joke and laid down in his own bed.
"Looks like it's going to be an interesting year, dude. I look forward to joining you on this ride," his roommate said truthfully.
"Same here, buddy. Glad you could join me."
A light snore replied to him, and Jaylin smiled comfortably before he closed his eyes and embraced the night's dreams.
Copyright 2004 Ryan Keith
Hey guys, hope you enjoyed this first chapter of the new
project. There are only six chapters, plus an epilogue, so enjoy them. All
chapters are already written, but I want to have little breaks in between each
release so you guys kinda get a break. That, and so I can
also get feedback. The more e-mails I receive, the faster the next
chapter will come out! Lol. Jokes. The editing time will
determine when chapters will be released, but I really do appreciate e-mail. I
love when people write me about "Kayden" and I hope you guys continue for "One
Special thanks to Aaron and his crew for doing a fantastic job with editing and providing a home for my work. If you're reading this at another site, please note that www.themailcrew.com has my other story. It's a great site for guys in high school, and I recommend you guys check it out^^. Great stories there by other authors, too. You might add more titles to your list of summer reading^^
Anyways, take care dudes, and the next chap should come along shortly... or
E-mail is Ryan_Kayden@yahoo.ca