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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 wasnt 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 hes weird? What if hes 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 Im immediately shocked by the room. It isnt 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! Im 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 510, standing to be eye-level with me.
Im Ricky, nice to meet you, I said, putting my bag down on the chair sitting at the desk under the empty bed.
Its good to meet you too! I know what youre probably thinking, What kind of name is Vance? I googled it and apparently its English, which is weird since my mom is Japanese. Well, half, anyway.
Oh, um...
Sorry for rambling. Im just a little nervous. Ive been here waiting for someone to show up for over a day now, so Ive 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, Im sorry, do you need help unpacking or anything?
Oh, no, Im ok. My parents shipped up a bunch of boxes but I guess there not here yet so I dont have anything to unpack yet. The room looks nice.
Thanks! I did my best. Well, if you dont have anything else to do, sit down and play Halo with me! We can talk and get to know each other. I dont know what it was about him, but I immediately wanted to be friends with this guy. Not just because he was my roommate and youre 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?
Im from California, outside of San Diego. Im the middle of three boys. My older brother is Lance, hes 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. Its just my mom. My dad died when she was pregnant with Tim.
Im sorry.
No, its 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 thats what made me come here, I guess. God, I cant believe Im still talking. You. What about you?
Im from South Jersey. Nothing special. Im an only child.
Cool, cool. You got a girlfriend?
Here we go
Oh, Im gay, actually.
Boyfriend then? he asked without a pause. Bullet dodged.
Uh...no. Not really.
Not really? Whats that mean? he said with a laugh.
Well, its complicated. The short answer is no. Im 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 dont really know what I wanna do. You?
Im majoring in sex.
Oh, yeah, me too.
Seriously, though. Im 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 didnt know they offered anything like that.
Yeah, I think its kinda new. Its 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 didnt show up so I texted and found out my parents forgot to send them. My mom promised shed get them to me tomorrow.
Its ok, you can sleep on the futon, Vance told me. And were about the same size, so you can wear my clothes. Its just a day, its no big deal.
Are you sure?
It is literally no problem at all. Seriously, I mean, why wouldnt it be okay? Youre my new best friend, whats sharing clothes?
Thanks. I just wish my parents, ya know, cared.
It really isnt all its 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, its no big deal. Ill 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 dont have to though. Dont feel obligated or anything.
Ill 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 shes smirking at the same time.
Hi pookie! Hows 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, Im so sorry, Im embarrassing you in front of your roommate! Oh gosh. Its good to meet you, too, Ricky. You can call me V. I guess I mean, e-meet you. Ill real-meet you when I come visit. I guess you guys are getting along well?
Yeah, Mom. Weve been talking all day, were cool, he answers. As hes speaking, theres 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. Its Bill, our RA.
Hi, guys! I know youre Ricky and Vance, but which one is which? We identified ourselves and he launched right into his speech. Ok, cool. I dont know how social you guys plan on being here, but tonight Im working on encouraging our hall to get out and meet people and have fun on campus! My fraternity is throwing a party, and since Im the only brother whos an RA, I get to bring all my freshmen! You guys should come, itll be a lot of fun!
I turned to Vance. I dont know if Im really ready for my first college party yet, but he doesnt even give me a chance to think this. Well be there.
Great! Oh, thats awesome, its gonna be a great time! The theme is That 70s Party. Try to dress appropriately. I know its late, though, so if you cant really pull it off, thatll 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. Im off to go set up, Ill see you soon! and then he left. Immediately after the door slammed shut, we heard a squeal coming from the computer on Vances bed.
Oh, my babys 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 others wingman. Dont fight over girls, but help each other out. Thats the only way its ever going to be civil between you two.
Oh, you dont really have to worry about that, I began.
Yeah, Rickys gay, Vance said, finishing my sentence.
Really?
Yep, I answered. Huge flaming fag-o-tron.
Dont say that, youre hardly flaming. I wouldnt have even guessed. The same still applies though, help each other out there. Its tough.
Mom, Im sure well be fine. Were friends.
Vance, Ricky, make sure to help each other get laid. It will strengthen your friendship.
Mom...
Ill give $50 to whichever one of you gets the other laid first. No joke. Now, I have to go. Ill talk to you later, Vance. Have a good night! and then she disconnected.
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 wasnt 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 hes weird? What if hes 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 Im immediately shocked by the room. It isnt 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! Im 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 510, standing to be eye-level with me.
Im Ricky, nice to meet you, I said, putting my bag down on the chair sitting at the desk under the empty bed.
Its good to meet you too! I know what youre probably thinking, What kind of name is Vance? I googled it and apparently its English, which is weird since my mom is Japanese. Well, half, anyway.
Oh, um...
Sorry for rambling. Im just a little nervous. Ive been here waiting for someone to show up for over a day now, so Ive 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, Im sorry, do you need help unpacking or anything?
Oh, no, Im ok. My parents shipped up a bunch of boxes but I guess there not here yet so I dont have anything to unpack yet. The room looks nice.
Thanks! I did my best. Well, if you dont have anything else to do, sit down and play Halo with me! We can talk and get to know each other. I dont know what it was about him, but I immediately wanted to be friends with this guy. Not just because he was my roommate and youre 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?
Im from California, outside of San Diego. Im the middle of three boys. My older brother is Lance, hes 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. Its just my mom. My dad died when she was pregnant with Tim.
Im sorry.
No, its 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 thats what made me come here, I guess. God, I cant believe Im still talking. You. What about you?
Im from South Jersey. Nothing special. Im an only child.
Cool, cool. You got a girlfriend?
Here we go
Oh, Im gay, actually.
Boyfriend then? he asked without a pause. Bullet dodged.
Uh...no. Not really.
Not really? Whats that mean? he said with a laugh.
Well, its complicated. The short answer is no. Im 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 dont really know what I wanna do. You?
Im majoring in sex.
Oh, yeah, me too.
Seriously, though. Im 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 didnt know they offered anything like that.
Yeah, I think its kinda new. Its 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 didnt show up so I texted and found out my parents forgot to send them. My mom promised shed get them to me tomorrow.
Its ok, you can sleep on the futon, Vance told me. And were about the same size, so you can wear my clothes. Its just a day, its no big deal.
Are you sure?
It is literally no problem at all. Seriously, I mean, why wouldnt it be okay? Youre my new best friend, whats sharing clothes?
Thanks. I just wish my parents, ya know, cared.
It really isnt all its 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, its no big deal. Ill 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 dont have to though. Dont feel obligated or anything.
Ill 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 shes smirking at the same time.
Hi pookie! Hows 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, Im so sorry, Im embarrassing you in front of your roommate! Oh gosh. Its good to meet you, too, Ricky. You can call me V. I guess I mean, e-meet you. Ill real-meet you when I come visit. I guess you guys are getting along well?
Yeah, Mom. Weve been talking all day, were cool, he answers. As hes speaking, theres 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. Its Bill, our RA.
Hi, guys! I know youre Ricky and Vance, but which one is which? We identified ourselves and he launched right into his speech. Ok, cool. I dont know how social you guys plan on being here, but tonight Im working on encouraging our hall to get out and meet people and have fun on campus! My fraternity is throwing a party, and since Im the only brother whos an RA, I get to bring all my freshmen! You guys should come, itll be a lot of fun!
I turned to Vance. I dont know if Im really ready for my first college party yet, but he doesnt even give me a chance to think this. Well be there.
Great! Oh, thats awesome, its gonna be a great time! The theme is That 70s Party. Try to dress appropriately. I know its late, though, so if you cant really pull it off, thatll 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. Im off to go set up, Ill see you soon! and then he left. Immediately after the door slammed shut, we heard a squeal coming from the computer on Vances bed.
Oh, my babys 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 others wingman. Dont fight over girls, but help each other out. Thats the only way its ever going to be civil between you two.
Oh, you dont really have to worry about that, I began.
Yeah, Rickys gay, Vance said, finishing my sentence.
Really?
Yep, I answered. Huge flaming fag-o-tron.
Dont say that, youre hardly flaming. I wouldnt have even guessed. The same still applies though, help each other out there. Its tough.
Mom, Im sure well be fine. Were friends.
Vance, Ricky, make sure to help each other get laid. It will strengthen your friendship.
Mom...
Ill give $50 to whichever one of you gets the other laid first. No joke. Now, I have to go. Ill talk to you later, Vance. Have a good night! and then she disconnected.