This new story is about a shy 18 year old boy who just got into college. He's still a bit innocent, but I'm sure that will change within the blink of an eye... Part 1 'I don't want to stay behind in this shithole. I want to be with you! CU tonight! XXX' This is the first text I get when I stand in my new room. All my stuff is already here, we did that last week, but my girl is still in my hometown. I'm from a small, unknown village, only a couple of hundred residents and everybody knows each other. I've always had a good time there, just normal you know; a nice family, friends and since about a half year a girlfriend. She's great, her name is Sarah and she's one year older than me, 19 years old. We love each other in every way, don't get me wrong, but when the opportunity came for me to get out, and go to this college, I took it without even thinking about her. Now, she's really having a hard time because it feels as if I left her. To her, it seems as if I'm going to conquer the world, and she's struck behind in the same little village her great-great-grandparents also lived. I care for her, and I'm trying to see her as much as ofter, but there's also some flame inside me, getting bigger and bigger and it tells me to leave the little village behind and go enjoy the world. And that's exactly what I'm planning to do here. Another text. From my mom: 'Don't forget to text me when you get there!' She and my two brothers helped me moving last week and even though she was really proud, she admitted that she found it hard to leave me here. I text her I'm already there and just when I want to answer Sarah, I hear somebody downstairs. At this college, there aren't any dorms but I found a house nearby that had a room for rent. I've got three other guys as house mates, all go to the same college, but I haven't met one of them. I walk down the stairs and there's a young, slim guy standing inside the kitchen with his back towards me. He's wearing sweaty running clothes and is drinking a glass of water. When he hears me approaching he turns around, smiles and sticks out his hand. "Hi! You must be Julian, I'm Dylan!" he says and we meet. Dylan, a tall, slim, athletic guy is 19 years old and lives in this house for one year now. He's a really easygoing guy, and a great friend to chat with, I think. I can't suppress the thought that I think he's hot. Dylan tells me about the other two guys, one is Tyler (Dylan describes him as an athletic party boy) and Adam (Dylan describes him as a super-athletic super-party boy). After a little talking, Dylan goes upstairs to take a shower, as he has just been running for an hour. This gives me some time to text Sarah and I say I really miss her too and that she really has to come as fast as possible. She will visit me tonight, and stay over, luckily.