Summer After High School

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Chapter Four

I caught a cab from the airport to campus. It was my first time there, so I had to trust the cabbie to get me where I wanted to go. As far as I know, everyone would be arriving today, on the day before Freshman Orientation was to start. Yesterday, my parents shipped all of my things up over-night, so I only have my backpack with my laptop and a few other things in it. It would have been nice if they had come up with me, but I guess this way my college experience is starting out fresh, without anybody from home to cling to.

We pulled up in front of what I took to be my dorm. A tall brick building of about 10 stories. There was a table outside of the front door with an overly perky girl there to welcome me, sign me in, and give me my room key and ID card. She informed me that Orientation starts tomorrow morning at 8 and that my RA will have left schedules and pamphlets in my room. She looked suspicious that I showed up without parents or luggage, but I guess she thought it wasn’t worth asking about. I headed in and took the elevator to the sixth floor.

Now, I find myself standing outside my door, room 616, being a pussy about going in and meeting my roommate.

What is he gonna be like? What is our room gonna be like? What if he’s weird? What if he’s not okay with my being gay? God, just grow up.

My internal voice continues rambling as I slip my key in and unlock the door. As I open it, I can hear the TV going, so I know my roommate is already there.

I go in, and I’m immediately shocked by the room. It isn’t how I expected dorm rooms to look. It has two beds lofted above desks, flush against opposing walls on the left and right sides of the room. The room has two windows on the wall opposite the door. Also against that wall stood a table with a pretty big TV, in front of which sat a futon on top of a rug. Sitting on the futon with an Xbox controller in his hand was my roommate.

“Oh! You must be my roommate! I’m Vance,” he said holding out his hand. He had dirty blonde hair, glasses, and tan skin. I took his hand and he pulled himself up with it, I could see he was about 5’10”, standing to be eye-level with me.

“I’m Ricky, nice to meet you,” I said, putting my bag down on the chair sitting at the desk under the empty bed.

“It’s good to meet you too! I know what you’re probably thinking, ‘What kind of name is Vance?’ I googled it and apparently it’s English, which is weird since my mom is Japanese. Well, half, anyway.”

“Oh, um...”

“Sorry for rambling. I’m just a little nervous. I’ve been here waiting for someone to show up for over a day now, so I’ve set the room up and tried to keep myself busy. My mom bought us this TV and Futon to use so we can have more of a little apartment than a, like, ‘dorm room’ dorm room. Ya know? Oh, I’m sorry, do you need help unpacking or anything?”

“Oh, no, I’m ok. My parents shipped up a bunch of boxes but I guess there not here yet so I don’t have anything to unpack yet. The room looks nice.”

“Thanks! I did my best. Well, if you don’t have anything else to do, sit down and play Halo with me! We can talk and get to know each other.” I don’t know what it was about him, but I immediately wanted to be friends with this guy. Not just because he was my roommate and you’re supposed to be friends with your roommate. He seemed pretty cool, which was a big relief, so I sat down with him instead of making up some stuff like I would have normally.

“So tell me about yourself,” I said. “Where are you from, for instance?”

“I’m from California, outside of San Diego. I’m the middle of three boys. My older brother is Lance, he’s 21, and my little brother is Tim, he just turned 16 last week. I know, Lance and Vance. My mom wised up I guess before Tim was born. It’s just my mom. My dad died when she was pregnant with Tim.”

“I’m sorry.”

“No, it’s fine, I never really knew him. It just sucks for my mom more than any of us. Lance goes to school across town, at Fisher. I guess that’s what made me come here, I guess. God, I can’t believe I’m still talking. You. What about you?”

“I’m from South Jersey. Nothing special. I’m an only child.”

“Cool, cool. You got a girlfriend?”

Here we go

“Oh, I’m gay, actually.”

“Boyfriend then?” he asked without a pause. Bullet dodged.

“Uh...no. Not really.”

“Not really? What’s that mean?” he said with a laugh.

“Well, it’s complicated. The short answer is ‘no.’ I’m unattached. You?”

“Oh, same. I had a girlfriend in high school but we broke up so we could go to school. Amicably. But it was pretty hard, I guess. Do you have a major yet?”

“No, I don’t really know what I wanna do. You?”

“I’m majoring in sex.”

“Oh, yeah, me too.”

“Seriously, though. I’m a psych major with a concentration in human sexuality. I just wanted to see what you would do when I said I was a sex major,” he said laughing.

“Haha, I didn’t know they offered anything like that.”

“Yeah, I think it’s kinda new. It’s really interesting.”

We went on talking like that for awhile. Just shootin’ the shit, as they say. We talked until about 6 PM, when we went to the dining hall for dinner. We kept talking through dinner, and then went back to the room and just sat around and talked some more. My boxes still didn’t show up so I texted and found out my parents forgot to send them. My mom promised she’d get them to me tomorrow.

“It’s ok, you can sleep on the futon,” Vance told me. “And we’re about the same size, so you can wear my clothes. It’s just a day, it’s no big deal.”

“Are you sure?”

“It is literally no problem at all. Seriously, I mean, why wouldn’t it be okay? You’re my new best friend, what’s sharing clothes?”

“Thanks. I just wish my parents, ya know, cared.”

“It really isn’t all it’s cracked up to be,” he said with a chuckle. As if on cue, his computer beeped. “Crap, my mom wants to skype.”

“Oh, I can leave, it’s no big deal. I’ll see if I can meet someone else on the hall.”

“No, you should stay, actually. If you want. My mom would probably want to meet you. You don’t have to though. Don’t feel obligated or anything.”

“I’ll stay. It might be fun.”

“Hi mom!” he says, after slapping a button on his computer, making a petite asian woman appear. She looks calm and professional, but she’s smirking at the same time.

“Hi pookie! How’s college going?”

“Uh, Mom, this is my roommate Ricky,” he answers, gesturing over his shoulder at me.

“Hi, nice to meet you Ms....”

“Oh my gosh, I’m so sorry, I’m embarrassing you in front of your roommate! Oh gosh. It’s good to meet you, too, Ricky. You can call me ‘V’. I guess I mean, e-meet you. I’ll real-meet you when I come visit. I guess you guys are getting along well?”

“Yeah, Mom. We’ve been talking all day, we’re cool,” he answers. As he’s speaking, there’s a knock on the door. We both look. Or, probably, all three of us look.

“Answer that, you can put me on hold or whatever,” she says, and Vance throws his laptop onto his bed as I go to answer the door. It’s Bill, our RA.

“Hi, guys! I know you’re Ricky and Vance, but which one is which?” We identified ourselves and he launched right into his speech. “Ok, cool. I don’t know how social you guys plan on being here, but tonight I’m working on encouraging our hall to get out and meet people and have fun on campus! My fraternity is throwing a party, and since I’m the only brother who’s an RA, I get to bring all my freshmen! You guys should come, it’ll be a lot of fun!”

I turned to Vance. I don’t know if I’m really ready for my first college party yet, but he doesn’t even give me a chance to think this. “We’ll be there.”

“Great! Oh, that’s awesome, it’s gonna be a great time! The theme is “That 70’s Party.” Try to dress appropriately. I know it’s late, though, so if you can’t really pull it off, that’ll be fine,” he said, and gave us directions to the house. “The party technically starts at 9, but no one cool gets there before 10. I’m off to go set up, I’ll see you soon!” and then he left. Immediately after the door slammed shut, we heard a squeal coming from the computer on Vance’s bed.

“Oh, my baby’s going to a college party!”

“Mom...”

“Shut up. You boys need to get ready but I need to talk to you first. You have to live with each other for the rest of the year, so be friendly. Be each other’s wingman. Don’t fight over girls, but help each other out. That’s the only way it’s ever going to be civil between you two.”

“Oh, you don’t really have to worry about that,” I began.

“Yeah, Ricky’s gay,” Vance said, finishing my sentence.

“Really?”

“Yep,” I answered. “Huge flaming fag-o-tron.”

“Don’t say that, you’re hardly flaming. I wouldn’t have even guessed. The same still applies though, help each other out there. It’s tough.”

“Mom, I’m sure we’ll be fine. We’re friends.”

“Vance, Ricky, make sure to help each other get laid. It will strengthen your friendship.”

“Mom...”

“I’ll give $50 to whichever one of you gets the other laid first. No joke. Now, I have to go. I’ll talk to you later, Vance. Have a good night!” and then she disconnected.

“Sorry. My mom’s pretty weird.”

“She seemed cool.”

“I’m totally winning that $50 though.”

“In your dreams, I’m gay! In my experience, girls will pretty much take my advice on anything.”

“Come on, you’re not even that gay...”

“Girl, puh-lease. I can turn it on and off like a switch whenever I want. Bitch!” I give a little z-snap and he can’t stop laughing.

“Alright, if you say so, we’re both gonna be winners no matter who gets that $50 from my mom. We have two hours, let’s shower, and I’ll think about what we’ll be wearing.”

“You’ll think about what we’re wearing? Please don’t make me whip the gay voice back out.”

“They’re my clothes, and I kinda know how to dress. It’s a 70’s party though, so even if I mess up we can say it’s on purpose,” he says, and pulls down his pants. Startled by the sudden display of nudity, I don’t know what to do, so I turn around. Apparently it was too obvious. “Dude, it’s no big deal. I’m comfortable being naked in front of people. We’re both guys, it’s no big deal.”

“Even with the gay thing?”

“Just turn around so it isn’t awkward.” I do, and he’s standing there completely naked, hands above his head as if he’s on display for me. He does a spin as I look him up and down. I didn’t notice when he was clothed how ripped he was. He wasn’t big, but he had, maybe 4% body fat. And almost no body hair, just some in his pubic region. Speaking of the pubic region, he had a pretty average sized dick, maybe a little longer, but it was soft so I couldn’t tell. His balls, though, could give mine a run for their money; proportionally they looked huge. “Okay? Now you,” he said, crossing his arms.

Following his lead, I pulled my shirt off over my head, kicked off my flip-flops, and pulled off my pants. I left my boxers on at first, nervous, then I took them off too. What did I have to be nervous about?

“Duuuuuude.”

I guess that that’s what I have to be nervous about.

I spun for him as he did for me, making my six-inch softie flop a little. I was almost starting to enjoy the attention. He just kept staring at my dick. “Dude, seriously. That’s huge.”

“I already fooled around with a straight guy and he overcompensated by getting married the next month, so don’t get too interested.”

“Oh, don’t worry, I got my experimenting out of the way in high school. I’m just a little jealous. And glad that you’re gay. I would not want to compete with that.”

“It’s a blessing and a curse, I guess.”

“A curse? Really? Pray tell.”

“Well, I’m a grower.” His eyes bulged at that. “And I’m gay. Can you imagine trying to get that into someone’s ass?” He just stares, eyes wide with dismay. “Yeah, me neither.”

He threw me a towel and wrapped another around his waist. He looked pensive. “I guess you have a point,” he says as we exit into the hallway, him carrying a shower caddy.

“How much does it grow?” he asked as we entered the bathroom. Luckily, the showers were individual, curtained-off stalls.

“You know we can talk about anything else, right?”

“Sorry, I’m just... fascinated, I guess. This 50 is in the bag”

“Don’t be so sure.”

“Come on, guys love chest hair!” We laughed, and didn’t talk much more for the rest of the shower. We passed Vance’s body wash and shampoo back and forth, and he waited for me to rinse my hair before walking back to the dorm. “Let’s hurry, I think I know what you’ll be wearing, but I want to take a quick look.”

Once inside the room, Vance rushed over to the wardrobe on his side and threw open the doors. I was shocked to see how packed it was. He threw me a pair of acid-washed jeans. “Put these on.”

“Underwear?”

“Try them on first.” I did, doing up the button fly. They were a little loose, and they ended up sitting a little low on my hips, ending up almost covering my feet. “Yeah, no underwear. It would sit too high, and having boxers sticking up out of your jeans is not very 70’s, I imagine.”

“Come on, I’m gonna be flashing so much ass crack! I can feel the breeze!”

“I’ve got that covered, just give me a sec,” he says, flipping through the hangers at lightning pace. “Ah hah!” he finally mutters, and pulls out a brown fringe vest.

“No.”

“Put it on.”

“Why do you own this stuff?”

“Just, put it on, ok?”

“No shirt?”

“Nope, we’re taking full advantage of the forest growing on your chest and stomach.”

“Come on, it doesn’t even have buttons!” But he just stared me down. The outfit was furthered by him having me part my hair down the middle, pushing it behind my ears. He cut the bottom off of a tie-dye shirt he says he never wears and told me to use it as a headband. I was completed by a pair of aviators and my flip-flops. I have to admit, I looked as I imagined the 70’s to be. “So can I dress you?”

“Nope. My clothes, so I hold the power in this relationship, Mr. Ed. I’m going full Bee Gees.” I sat on the bed as he pulled out and put on his clothes. White shirt, only 2 buttons done, tucked into matching white pants with black shoes. He even had a gold medallion chain to pull it all together.

“Why do you have all of these clothes?” I asked.

“I just have a little bit of everything, I guess.”

“Well, you’re full 70’s. When people think 70’s, I think they go right to the stoner/war protester that you dressed me as. When they see you, though, there’ll be no mistaking you for anything else.”

“Thanks.”

“You should draw on some fake chest hair with a sharpie or something. It would be hilarious. If there are older, better looking girls there, funny will get you laid. Not to say you’re unattractive, because you are pretty good looking, but just in case.”

“Not gonna happen, but I like how you’re thinking.”

He eventually took my advice, but not until after we pounded a few shots. I grabbed my shaving kit and was almost out the door to the bathroom when he stopped me.

“What?” I asked.

“You’re in college! You don’t have to shave every day anymore. Keep some stubble, it looks good. Masculine.”

Before we knew it, it was 10:15, so we headed out, trying to remember Bill’s directions.

We finally arrived at the house about a half hour later. Bill was at the door and welcomed us. I think he could tell we were a little tipsy, but he complimented our last-minute efforts to put together costumes, and I willing put all the credit on Vance’s closet. Cheap Trick was playing in the house, and I was impressed with the DJ’s ability to stick to the 70’s theme. Sure, Surrender could totally stand up as a pop hit today, but that’s beside the point.

Vance and I split up once we got into the house. He stayed and talked to Bill, and I went to find a clique of sorority girls. I turned the gay up to 11 and hyped Vance as much as I could. I’d never tried to get anyone laid before, so I just did my best. Mostly stuff about how I wished he was gay since he was such a cool guy, and of course that he was good-looking. Then they pulled me out to the dancefloor to “boogie” with them. We heard a good selection of songs, a mix of current hits and 70’s dance music. After a few hours of sweaty dancing, I could feel myself getting wobbly with alcohol. I admit that I may have gone a little overboard, it being my first college party and all.

I leaned against the wall below the staircase and tried to steady the tilting room. My legs were straight out at an angle below me, my back straight up against the wall. I stared into the main room of the house like a wallflower, when a cute black guy came up and stood next to me in the same position. He was quite a bit shorter than me, maybe 5’4”, with short hair. He wasn’t wearing a shirt, and he was ripped like a swimmer. He had a blank whiteboard hanging around his neck.

Ricky? he had written on it, and showed it to me.

“Uh... yes?”

He erases the board quickly with his fingers, and whips out a marker. I was told to come over and say hello

“Oh, ok. What’s with the board?”

He scribbles again Mute. Had my tonsils out at 14. Surgery accident. Nice $ettlement.

“Oh...” I don’t know what to say. I’m too drunk to deal with past tragedies. “I’m sorry.”

He smiles. Thx and then we’re quiet for a minute. He keeps standing there and smiling.

“So... what’s up?” I begin to ask, but I’m cut off mid-sentence by him pressing his mouth into mine. He kisses me hard, I’m almost afraid he’s going to bite my tongue off, but I press back and give him as much as I can. He throws his leg over mine to kind of straddle me against the wall. His hands are under my vest, rubbing through the hair on my chest and pressing me against the wall. In another what-do-I-do-with-my-hands fit of panic, I grasp his head in both hands and press him harder into my mouth.

He grinds his crotch into my belly, he’s already really hard. Miraculously, I’ve been able to stay relatively soft so far, instead of concentrating on the situation, I’m running off the last 10 years of NL All Star starting second baseman. Jose Vidro, Marcus Giles, Jeff Kent, I think as his hands run lower down my abdomen. Jeff Kent, Chase Utley, Chase Utley, Chase Utley, mmm, yeah, Chase Utley. Yum! and with that goes any chance I had at keeping soft. At about the same time Chase Utley was occupying my thoughts, the sexy black swimmer’s hand was reaching down and rubbing my dick over my pants. His eyes popped open and he pulled away from me with a gasp.

He tilted his head and gave me a look, somewhere between quizzical and shocked, but I didn’t know what to say. Did he think I had stuffed my pants? I mean, it’s still swelling, so I don’t know how he could think that. To confirm, though, he pulls on my front two belt loops. The pants are loose, and I’m not wearing underwear of any kind, so when he puts his face up against my abs, he gets the full view of my growing member. He pops back up straight and presses his body back into mine, kissing me somehow harder than before, exploring my mouth with pure lust. Prince starts singing “When Doves Cry.”

I pull away and say “I think this song is actually from the 80’s,” but he ignores me and pulls me in for another kiss. After about three seconds, though, he pulls away and begins scratching something out onto his board.

My room is right upstairs

I smile drunkenly and he takes my hand and pulls me off the wall. He keeps pulling me by the hand as we turn the corner and head up the stairs, almost in full sprint. The air is thick with pot smoke. We reach his door and he pulls me up against him, I have to brace myself with my hands on his door as he reaches up to kiss me. Now that I’m in a full standing position, I can see just how big our height difference is: he kisses me hard on the nape of my neck because he can’t reach any higher without climbing. I notice that he has, literally scratched into the paint of his door, the words “Abandon All Hope Ye Who Enter Here.” So... this is either gonna be a lot of fun, or someone’s gonna find my body. Maybe it’ll be fun either way.

He reaches behind him and turns the door knob, causing us to stumble/tumble into his bedroom. I almost immediately abandon hope, as I was advised to do. Tied to his bed, literally tied, like with ropes, is a tall white guy with an afro. He’s being straddled backwards by a girl who’s leaning down and licking his shins. I stare, and they stare back, for almost a full minute as sexy black swimmer regains his feet and pulls me out of the room, slamming the door behind him.

“Was that your room? What are they doing in there?”

He nods to my first question, and shrugs to my second. Then he writes your place? and I break into a grin so big that it can’t be taken as anything but agreement. He bounds down the stairs and out the front door, not waiting for me. I catch up and I ask him, “Don’t you want to kick them out of your room?”

What am I gonna say? he writes, and give me a wink. Mute humor. Fabulous. I try to lead him back to my dorm, but I’m not exactly sure where I’m going. I mean, it’s my first day here. He figures it out and asks me what building I’m in, and takes us there. It’s less than five minutes before we begin approaching my dormitory.

“So you’re not much of a conversationalist, huh?” I ask. This is as close to charming as I can come when I’m this drunk. He likes it though, and gives my torso a back-handed slap. Then, after a couple of steps, he starts to run away, up the steps, and into the building. I follow as best I can, and meet him in the elevator he’s holding for us. We’re the only ones in it, and he jumps on me before I even get the chance to hit the floor button. I lean back against the wall, he wraps his legs around me, devours my neck, and I manage to hit “6.”

Before I know it, he’s leaning against my door, sandwiched between me and it, and I’m trying to get the key and turn it in the lock. I’m shaking in anticipation, so he helps me. I’m so horny, my dick is almost bursting through my pants. Instead, we burst through the door, and I remember abruptly that I don’t have sheets, or anything for that matter, on my side of the room. Sexy black swimmer starts pulling me over to Vance’s bed but I stop him. “That’s my roommate’s bed,” I laugh. He points to the futon and I shrug with a little head tilt. “That’s his too, but I guess he won’t mind, right?”

In response, he pushes me over to the futon and sits me down on the armrest. He pulls my vest off with a flourish as we kiss, and it doesn’t take long for him to start moving down off of my mouth. In a flash, he’s on his knees and unbuttoning my pants, and my dick springs out and almost hits him in the face. He smiles and pulls his whiteboard off from around his neck. Before throwing it to the floor he writes That’s NOT going in my ass, which is about what I expected.

What I didn’t expect, though, was for him to start fitting my dick into his mouth. With apparent ease, he slips the head in and starts bobbing up and down. I gasp, and he pulls off with a pop. I’m throbbing and want more, but he goes down and slobbers all over my balls, trying to fit them into his mouth. It feels great, and I lean back from my perch involuntarily. This leaves me in an awkward position, my ass still perched on the armrest, with my back arched and my head resting on the cushion of the futon behind me. I’d flip all the way onto the couch if sexy black swimmer wasn’t pushing down on my legs, which are still wrapped in the acid-washed jeans, to keep me from slipping away from him. He gives a long lick from my balls up the bottom of my shaft, and I shiver as he lets go and lets me fall all the way onto my back.

He scampers over to his whiteboard really quickly and writes something on it as I shimmy out of my jeans. His are still on, I see, as he pops up over the armrest to look at me. He holds up his sign.

When I lost my voice, I also lost my gag reflex

Oh. My. God. Is he saying what I think he is? He can’t. It’s physically impossible, right? I ogle him wide-eyed as he smirks and climbs over the armrest, and up my prone and naked body. Without taking a beat, he grabs the base of my dick and slips the head into his mouth. I can feel he’s breathing heavily through his nose now as he starts bobbing up and down, taking more and more of me into his mouth with every trip down. He’s doing better than I’d expected anyone could, and when the head of my dick reaches his throat is like nothing I expected.

That one step up in pressure felt great, but it only lasted about a second before he pulled back off to take a breath. He went back down right away though, and further this time. I was almost so shocked I couldn’t enjoy it. By the third trip down his throat, I can see his throat bulging out from my girth as he bobs slightly. That can happen?? Worry is immediately replaced by pleasure as I’m quickly overwhelmed by how hot it looks. The intense pressure intensifies as he presses his face down even further to wrap his lips around the base of my dick, his throat muscles working to try to swallow.

“Fuck, fuck, that feels amazing, fuck!”

He pulls off all the way and gasps for breath, then goes all the way down again. By the fourth passage down his throat, I feel my balls tightening. I’m getting close.

“Fuck, I’m really gonna cum. Fuck, I’m close!” I yell. He responds and pulls off just enough so that only my head rests in his mouth. He pumps both hands up and down my shaft, slick with spittle, and he sucks with all his might, his cheeks pulling in onto the head of my dick. With a grunt I explode in his mouth. He handles the first stream or two deftly, swallowing and immediately flicking his tongue over the head of my dick. It feels amazing. But right away I start rapid-firing semen into his mouth, and he can’t take it all. He swallows, and a thick stream drips down my dick, but I’m not done.

His eyes are bulging out of his head as he tries to swallow again, but coughs, sending a spray of jizz onto my stomach. This doesn’t discourage him, though, and he sucks on the head of my dick like it’s a straw as my orgasm wraps up. My eyes roll back in my head as my body relaxes on the futon, and my body reflexively shudders uncontrollably. He keeps sucking as I go soft, and then starts licking my dick and balls cleans of jizz. I’m willing to stay dirty, though, because now it’s my turn to suck some dick. I sit up and he’s starting to move up to my torso, which I can feel is wetter than I had thought previously.

Just then, the door opens, and Vance stumbles in with his arm around a short blonde girl. “Dude! Nice!” he screams, leaving his girl to walk over and give me a high-five. He can see I’m soaked in cum, but I guess he’s too drunk to make and good judgements as to his own behavior. I’m too startled to give a proper response, as sexy black swimmer is sitting on the floor with a look of fright on his face. I finally think to slap Vance’s hand, and sexy black swimmer jumps to his feet, grabs his board, and runs out of the dorm. We hear the door to the staircase slamming from down the hall and Vance says to his girl, “that guy just won me $50.”

Vance throws me a towel from out of a drawer and I wipe myself down. “So... do you think we can use the room?” he asks. I forgot why he was there, at least momentarily, and I look over at the girl, who is staring at me. Or, rather, staring at my dick.

“Oh... yeah,” I respond. I pull on Vances jeans and stumble out the door just as my nameless hookup did only a minute earlier, except I close the door behind me. I hear the girl say something from behind the door after it’s closed, but I can’t quite make it out. I can imagine along what lines it was, though. Exasperated, naked except for the jeans I wore to the party, and with a mouth empty of penis, I head to the lounge in the center of our floor. It’s empty, which makes sense, since all of us freshmen had to be at an orientation event in about 6 hours.

While watching TV, I take stock of myself. My makeshift headband is gone, and my hair is sticking straight up in the back. Obvious sex hair. I still have on Vance’s sunglasses, so I take them off and put them on the couch next to me. My chest hair is still kinda crusty, and I smell of sweat, beer, and jizz. I was sobering up though, which is probably a good thing. ESPN is starting to get repetitive and I’m starting to get sleepy when Bill walks through the lounge.

He notices me and comes back. With a smile on his face, he sits down next to me on the couch. “You’re a mess, huh? You know you have to be at orientation at 8, right?”

“Yeah, but Vance needed some privacy.”

“Good for him. Hopefully he’ll be able to give you a little more warning in the future. I heard you left the party early with someone, yeah?”

I look at the ground sheepishly and try not to smile.

“Yeah, I heard Evan can do some pretty impressive things.”

“Oh, god. Is it bad that I’m just learning his name?” This sends us into a laughing fit. When we finally settle down I ask, “So I guess he’s one of the brothers?”

“Yeah. In fact, I sent him over to you. Vance briefed me on the situation and Evan was the obvious choice.”

“You did well,” I say and laugh. “He did run out early though, I think Vance scared him.”

“Honestly, he was probably glad to get an excuse to run.” We talk some more. I learn about Bill and he learns about me. He’s a junior. He seems like a pretty cool guy, and he definitely won’t be getting us into any trouble for breaking little rules. I can tell he wants to go to bed, but he doesn’t want to just leave me in the lounge alone. He’s a good RA.

Finally, Vance’s blonde girl walks through the lounge, smiling, and nodding to me without missing a step. “Well, that was her. I guess I can head back to my room,” I tell Bill and we get up and go to our respective rooms. Vance is laying on top of his blankets snoring, but when I close the door behind me, he stirs.

“Have a good time?” I ask him, and he smiles and nods.

“You too, I guess?”

“Yeah, I’d say college is pretty fun.”

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