Date: Mon, 21 Aug 2006 13:07:15 -0700 (PDT)
From: Jo Jo <crossingboi2004@yahoo.com>
Subject: The Living Years Chap.2 "Left to Chance"

Disclaimer: The following story contains activity that would be
considered of homosexual nature between consenting college students.
While none of it crosses into a gratuitous nature, if such material is
offensive to you or you are not of the legal age to read such material in
your area, please do not. Other than that, please enjoy the story!



The Living Years



Chapter Two "Left to Chance"



What had he done? That's all Trey had been thinking about. What he'd done
during his orientation session.

He'd kissed another boy!

And what exactly was it supposed to mean? Did it make him....gay?

He knew well enough to know that people experimented in college. But he
hadn't actually been at college officially. He was only staying a few
days.

But the kiss. Did he like it? He didn't want to think about it, but it
was all he could think about.

Especially now that it was finally time to go back to the place where it
happened.

Two and a half months had gone by since the kiss had occurred between him
and Noah and it was now time for school to start. Granted, he hadn't
spoken to Noah since. It was probably for the best, as it was the only
way they could keep the awkwardness of the situation off of their minds.

Of course, that hadn't stopped Trey from thinking about it. He couldn't
be gay. He had never even thought about any guys at all before the kiss.
He wasn't even sure how or why it had happened. It wasn't like he had any
experience in the love department. He'd never had a girlfriend and
certainly hadn't thought about boyfriends.

It was all so new to him and strange.

And completely the wrong time to be thinking about it and he shrugged it
off as his mother knocked on the outside of his door and walked in.

"Hey baby," she spoke, kissing him on the forehead.

Trey smiled sheepishly as he folded a pair of briefs and packed them away
in his bag.

Trey wasn't afraid to admit that he was definitely a momma's boy. He
loved his mother and respected her for all the hours she'd taken on to
pay for his education. He rarely mouthed off to her, and if he did he
always apologized. Basically, he would do anything to make her happy and
at this point, he definitely knew that having a gay son wouldn't make her
happy at all.

"Oh, Trey...now I know I taught you how to fold better than this," his
mom said, taking a shirt from Trey's hands and pushing him lightly aside.
"Let me do the folding. You worry about something else."

Trey pretended to be offended as he walked over to his dresser and
grabbed his bottle of cologne from it.

"So this is it huh, my baby's going out into to the world to make
something of himself."

"We'll see about that," Trey replied, walking back over to his back.

"Now I don't wanna hear none of that nonsense now, boy," his mom said. "I
wanted you to go to college because I didn't want my baby ending up like
me. Broke and living in the projects."

"Momma-"

"It's true Trey. That's why I want you to go to that school and study
hard. Don't let anybody up there try and get you to do them dirty drugs."

"I did a good job avoiding that so far," Trey spoke.

"I know baby and I'm proud of you for that. But I just want you to stay
focused up there, Lord knows it's already hard for a black man to get
anywhere in this world without facing a bit of trouble."

Trey sighed and sat down on the bed.

His mother stopped folding and sat down next to him.

"Now I'm not gonna cry......" she said, wrapping her arms around Trey. "I
gotta be strong so you can be strong."

Trey and his mom just sat on the bed for a few minutes, Trey waiting for
his mother to regain the strong composure she was trying to maintain,
before she spoke again.

"And don't be running around chasing any fast little hoochies up there
neither," his mom smiled.

Trey laughed and stood up, turning away from his mother.

If only he did have that problem to contend with, he figured things would
be so much easier.
***********************************************************************

"Hey....what about this?" Ben asked, holding up a snorkel.

"Ben, where the hell are we gonna go scubba diving on campus?" Shawn
replied, going back to his own packing.

"You never know," Ben sighed. "I mean I'm sure there's people up there
all the time wishing they'd brought their autographed baseball card or
Scream Halloween mask."

Shawn just ignored Ben as he continued packing.

The summer had been an all around enjoyable experience for him. Of
course, he would have had more fun if he hadn't found himself thinking
about what had happened during the orientation session.

He'd met some pretty interesting people, none of them more over the top
than a rich British kid named Jesse, whom he hadn't heard from since.

And of course there was his own roommate for that weekend, a tough street
looking but not acting black guy named Trey.

Trey had been the person he found himself thinking about the most over
the summer. That confused him. He didn't think about guys like he did
Trey and he hated the fact that he was.

He wasn't really sure why the hell he was even thinking about Trey of all
people. After all, he hated Trey. He was a loser and there wasn't
anything special about him.

Nothing special that Shawn cared to think about or dwell on.

"Oh, hey boys...getting everything ready?" Shawn's mother spoke, walking
into Shawn's room.

Shawn stood up and walked over to his laptop, beginning to unplug all the
cords.

"Hey Mrs. Wright," Ben spoke. "Tell Shawn that we might need a snorkel
at-"

"You won't need a snorkel Benjamin," Shawn's mother replied. "I'm still
amazed you made it into college. You never were very sensible."

"One of these days Mrs. Wright...." Ben smiled.

Shawn's mother walked over to her son and stood next to him, as he worked
to pack away his computer.

"I'm proud of you, you know that?"

"Yes mom, I've heard this speech before, remember?"

Shawn stood up and put his laptop into one of his bags.

"Well I am. And I have a right to be, you're my one and only baby boy."

"Not a baby," Shawn smiled.

"Look at the friends you carry with you," his mother spoke, nodding in
Ben's direction.

"Hey I resent that," Ben said, putting on his hat.

"Don't worry, mom, I'll be fine up there," Shawn spoke.

"Of course you will, you're a good boy," Shawn's mother replied.

"Yeah...sure he is," Ben chuckled.

"Benjamin, I think it's about time I tell you the story about how your
mother and father found you on the side of the road one cold winter
morning," Shawn's mother replied.

Ben looked up at her wide eyed.

"Found me?" he spoke.

Shawn chuckled to himself as he continued packing.
***********************************************************************

"Did I ever tell you the story of how I beat the prince and David Beckham
at football?" Jesse spoke.

The room was noisy, as loud blaring music was playing in several of the
speakers around the house.  The house itself was jam-packed full of
people, who were all doing anything from dancing to the music to jumping
from the third floor down to the second, where the large indoor pool led
directly to.

Jesse of course, had thrown a party, not expecting his father to come
home at all. Only, having finished his work a little early, he had come
home.

He'd come home to Jesse's party that was at its peak and out of control.

"Hey, old wanker....feeling a bit lost there?"

Jesse's father looked around at all the young people dancing and
drinking, flabbergasted at what was going on in his own house.

"Hey Jesse, you've ran out of those neat little roll things," Jesse's
friend Cameron shouted from one of the kitchen's.

Jesse's father watched as Cameron took out a box of Pizza Rolls and
started getting them ready.

"What the devil are you eating?" he asked.

"Oh, they're called Pizza Rolls," Cameron replied. "Yeah, Jesse brought
them back from America."

Jesse's father snorted at the food before going off to find his son in
the mess of a party.

"So I said to Britney, the next time you come to London, it better be
without that loser husband of yours."

Everyone surrounding Jesse laughed as Jesse shifted one girl off of his
lap in exchange for another one.

"Now Melissa-"

"It's Sharon-"

"It's what I said, isn't it? Anyway, Sharon...let me tell you all about
how I single handedly helped Mariah Carey get back on her feet after her
drug-"

Jesse stopped in mid sentence once he saw his father headed his way.

"If you guys wanna see a real show, watch this," he said just as his
father was finally reaching him.

"What's all this then?" his father asked.

"What does it look like?" Jesse replied. "Just a simple gathering of
friends."

"Simple gathering?! Jesse, have you gone mad?"

Jesse moved Sharon and Melissa from his lap and stood up.

"Look, I don't see what the big deal is. I have parties all the time-"

"Yes, but not when you're supposed to be packing for college!"

Jesse sighed and crossed his arms.

"Oh...that," he spoke flatly. "I've actually changed my mind. I've
decided to go to school when I feel like it later on."

It was Jesse's father's turn to sigh with annoyance as he looked around
at the party goers before looking back at his own son.

"Jesse-"

"Father, if you'd only saw the things that I had....I mean, it's bad
enough everyone there was such a pathetic wanker, but now I know it must
be in for other guys there to snog each other."

"Nope, unacceptable," his father replied. "Not when you spend almost two
hundred thousand dollars paying all your expenses up front. You won't be
pissing away my money!"

"Actually, I got it from mummy," Jesse replied, coyly.

"Not surprised, she was never a sensible woman, even when I was married
to her."

"Father can we just drop it for now? I'm not being a good host standing
here arguing with you!"

Jesse's father looked his son directly in the eyes.

"Listen to me you bloody little scag," he started. "Either you go to this
pathetic school you've picked out, or I'll cut you off."

"You wouldn't-"

Jesse's father flashed his son a bemused look before taking out his cell
phone and beginning to dial a number.

"What are you doing?" Jesse asked.

His father just put on a coy little smile as he put the phone to his ear.
Jesse turned around and looked at his company behind him, who all looked
like they were trying to fight back laughs.

"Ah yes, I'd like to empty an account please."

"Father stop it!"

"Yorkshire, Jesse."

"Father stop it now, you're embarrassing me!"

Jesse's father pulled the phone down and covered it with his hand.

"Tell everyone to go home so that you can pack, now!"

Jesse, realizing where to pick his battles, sighed and turned around to
face his friends.

"Oh yeah Jesse, that was quite a show alright," one of his friends said,
finally laughing with everyone else.
***********************************************************************


"Dude.....this taste like....sweet nothingness...." Noah's friend Kaz
said as he lay on his back on Noah's bed.

"Dude get up, you're on my shit," Noah spoke, pulling a shirt from under
Kaz's back.

Kaz sat up and stuffed the rest of his 'special' brownie in his mouth.

"See, that's exactly why chicks date older men," Noah's other friend
Sabrina said, rolling her eyes at Kaz.

"But in order for you to fall into that category, you'd have to be dating
first, now wouldn't you?" Kaz spoke.

Sabrina gasped before picking up one of Noah's old soccer trophies and
throwing them towards Kaz with all her might. Kaz ducked out of the way,
just in time.

"Hey, would you two be careful!" Noah exclaimed.

"Why? It's not like you care about that kinda shit anymore," Sabrina
replied, fishing around in her pocket for some smokes.

Noah sighed as he folded another shirt and put it into one of his bags.

He realized that Sabrina was partially right. It had been nearly two
years since he'd stopped playing sports or talking to any of his old
popular sports buddies.

He'd traded that life for the one he was living now. The one where two of
his closest friends were burn outs too busy getting high to actually care
about graduating.

He'd had all summer to think about his life and to put it into
perspective. He may have had losers for friends, but he certainly didn't
consider himself to fall into that category.

He also wouldn't have considered himself to fall into a 'gay' category,
but after having kissing another guy during his summer orientation
session, he had to consider himself at least a small part of it.

He wasn't gay. At least, he couldn't have been because not only had he a
few girlfriends before it, but he really hadn't thought about any other
guys.

Only, he sure had been thinking quite a bit about Trey and the kiss
between them. How could he not, really? After all, it had taken him by
surprise. He wasn't expecting it.....or at least, he'd been trying to
rationalize that he hadn't been expecting it. But the truth was....deep
down, he knew it was going to happen, and he hadn't stopped it. Now he
only felt like he was being 'caught'.

Did it mean he didn't like it? He hadn't exactly shared any more kisses
with any other guys since the first one. And it was just one kiss. It
didn't make him gay.......

"I feel so stupid, you going off to college why I'm stuck here working at
Burger King," Sabrina sighed, joining Kaz on Noah's bed.

"It's because you are stupid," Kaz replied. "Besides, at least we all
graduated, that's all we need, right?" Kaz sighed.

"Tell that to Noah," Sabrina replied, finally deciding that she wanted to
light one of her cigarettes, only to have Noah stop her.

"I thought you guys understood why I needed to do this," Noah spoke,
stopping his packing temporarily in order to face his friends.

Kaz and Sabrina exchanged glances before Kaz sat up and decided to speak.

"Noah, no one understands it," he started. "But were your friends, so we
just act like we support you and move on with our lives."

"Kaz-"

"No I get it, I mean living the old American dream is a hell of a lot
better than having one, right?"

Noah sighed and looked over at Sabrina who just stared at him with a
completely unreadable look.

"I'm not just gonna forget about you guys, if that's what you're
thinking," he said, going back to his packing. "And I'll be home on the
weekends. I can visit."

"You better," Sabrina spoke, getting off the bed and walking over to
Noah, taking him off guard when she kissed him deeply on the lips. "You
sexy bitch."

Noah was used to Sabrina's wild antics. She did what ever she wanted, so
he knew there was no love behind the kiss. It was just something she felt
like doing at the moment. Which was why he wasn't upset.

"Dude, I bet there's gonna be like a bazillion and one fucking hot ass
bitches up at that place," Kaz said loopily as he laid back down on the
bed. "You gonna go for those preppy cheerleader types, now?"

"What?" Noah asked, smiling as he turned to look over at Kaz.

"It's been like what....two years since you dated them right?" Kaz asked.

"Yeah...."

Noah hadn't really talked about his old life with his friends. It was
hard enough trying to get them to trust him when he'd stopped hanging out
with all of his old pals. He figured, if he didn't bring them up, neither
would they.

Apparently not.

"Just shut up and help me pack already," Noah said.

"Sorry fucker, I'm allergic to unnecessary labor," Kaz replied.

"And bathing," Sabrina added, pushing Kaz completely off of the bed.

"Fuck you, Sabrina toothed tiger!" Kaz shouted standing up.

Sabrina gasped at Kaz before looking around the room.

"I'll cut you with something," Sabrina shouted back.

As much as he didn't want to admit it, he was actually going to miss his
friends. Not just them, but the security being around them provided him.

Because once he was out there, on campus, he would be on his own.

And he had no idea what something like that might do to him.
***********************************************************************

Even though he was friendless, Trey really hadn't cared all that much.
Most of the people at his school and in his own neighborhood were
hardened thugs that would most likely kill him for something of his they
wanted.

So he pretty much had avoided making friends in order to stay alive and
un-picked on.

Only, now that he was pulling on to the campus where he'd be living for
the next year and remembering just how huge of a place it was, this was
one time that had him wishing that he'd at least gotten to know some of
the kids at his school that were more like him.

He figured maybe if he had, they might have been here with him, ready to
face the school alongside him.

Because in a place like this, it was obvious to see that he needed
friends.

"Damn baby, I didn't think it was gonna be this big!" Trey's mother said,
as she drove along the one way street leading to Trey's dorm.

Trey had decided to go with Ark Hall for his dorm. After picking his
classes, he and Noah had gone all around campus trying to locate the
buildings their classes would be in, and Ark Hall was the closest to most
of his classes.

So were Chandler and Frost Hall's but they were two of the three
upperclassmen dormitory halls, that weren't available to Trey.

Greenlee Hall was also close, but it had two communal bathrooms for the
entire dorm hall, and Trey figured that wasn't enough for as many people
as the hall could hold. Plus, it was sort of gross.

"I'm starting to remember that too," Trey replied, looking out his
window.

He'd already seen several dozen different people, probably incoming
freshman, carrying boxes and bags inside the various dorm halls that
they'd already passed.

Mostly, Trey was excited. But he also knew that once he was here a few
hours without his mother, the reality of it all would set in. The last
thing he wanted to do was panic. But he wasn't exactly sure how he'd
react once it happened.

"Look at all these people....you sure you gonna be alright baby?"

"Momma-"

"I know, I know..."

Trey turned to look out the window again, realizing that they were coming
up on Ark Hall.

"That's it up there momma," Trey spoke, pointing to the only building in
front of them.

"What, with all them white folks standing all around?"

"Momma-"

"Why couldn't you have gone to Morehouse like I wanted you to, you know I
wouldn'ta minded working some extra hours-"

"Mom, you already have three jobs to pay for this school! Besides,
there's a lot of black people here too."

Trey and his mother weren't racist people, but they also didn't know too
many white people either. Being here on the campus full of mostly white
students was like culture shock for the both of them.

"I'm sorry baby, momma's just worried about you-"

"I know, but I'll be fine, I promise," Trey replied, as his mother pulled
into a parking space near the dorm hall.

As the car turned off, Trey took a deep breath before getting out.

"My baby, at college...."

Trey could already hear the tears coming. Trey didn't cry too much
himself, but suddenly just stepping out of the car had him feeling so
emotional. Like he'd never see his mother ever again.

"Baby, what floor is your room on?"

"The third," Trey replied, walking back to the trunk and opening it.

"They have elevators right?"

Trey just smiled at his mother as he started to unload the car.
***********************************************************************

"I'd fuck her.....her...her.....maybe if she lost a little
fat.....her......ugh, did we never hear of sunlight?"

Noah just grinned as he listened to his friend pick out several college
girls walking around the campus as Sabrina continued to drive down one of
the campuses many one way streets.

"You're such a skeeze, Kaz," Sabrina sighed.

"Hey, it's called being a guy," Kaz replied. "I mean, you agree right
Noah? Those girls are hot!"

Noah just smiled as Sabrina pulled up to the dorm he had picked out for
himself.

While he didn't have a problem with Ark Hall, the hall he'd stayed at
during his summer orientation session, it just wasn't close enough to any
of his classes, so he decided to pick Statham Hall.

He had to wonder whether or not Trey or even worse, the British idiot,
Jesse, would pick the same dorm hall as well. But with over a hundred
thousand students attending the school, he figured he'd never see either
of them again.

"Nice digs, Noah," Sabrina said, as she parked the car. "How much a
month?"

While Noah pretty much despised his parents, he had to appreciate the
fact that they were paying for everything, from books to his dorm room.
Of course, they'd made the promise on a night where they were both sober
and not partying, and he knew there was a chance they would both forget
if they got drunk enough over the next few years of his staying at
school.

Noah got out along with Sabrina and Kaz, who both walked to the front of
the car and sat on top of it while Noah walked to the back and opened the
trunk door.

"So once again I get no help, huh?" he asked.

"Allergies, remember?" Kaz called from the front of the car, still
staring at all the pretty girls walking around campus.

Sabrina took out a pack of cigarettes from her jacket and lit up one of
them.

"You know, I coulda went here If I wanted."

Kaz looked over at her.

"Shut up-"

"No I'm serious, I mean, I passed with semi decent grades and all. I just
don't see the fucking point of condemning myself to four more years of
torture...only paying to suffer too."

"It's not about that, Sabrina, and you know it," Noah spoke, walking
around to the front of the car with a box of some of his stuff in his
hands.

"You still haven't told us what your deal is," Sabrina replied.

"No, I keep telling you and you just keep hearing what you wanna hear,"
Noah spoke, passing Sabrina and Kaz up and starting towards the dorm.

Sabrina looked over at Kaz before putting out her cigarette and pulling
Kaz along as she hurried to catch up to Noah.

"I know what's gonna happen," Sabrina started.

Noah just continued walking while Sabrina and Kaz shuffled along,
slightly behind him.

"You're gonna start meeting all these snooty music majors and become some
weird clonish version of your old self and new friends, while we at home,
just fade into another existence."

Noah turned slightly as he walked to face Sabrina.

"If that made sense, I'd probably have a response."

Noah headed straight for the stairs leading to his dorm, instead of
waiting for one of the elevators, where lines were already forming.

"You remember what it was like when you first started trying to hang out
with us, don't you?" Sabrina continued.

Noah was trying his best to ignore her as he started up the six flights
of stairs that led to his room on the sixth floor.

"Kaz and I basically saved your fucking ass-"

"Sabrina-"

"And now you're just gonna forget about us!"

"Are you really that paranoid? God, Sabrina, can't we just for now focus
on the present instead of talking about what may or may not happen in the
future?"

Sabrina just shut up and continued to follow Noah up the stairs.

"Well, now that that's over...did anyone see that fine ass Mexican girl
in the lobby licking her lips at me?" Kaz asked.

Neither Noah or Sabrina responded as they both continued up the stairs
until they finally reached the sixth floor.

Noah said nothing as he led his friends to the end of the hallway, where
his room was located.

"To the ends of the Earth he travelled, where he was never heard from
again," Kaz joked. "Fuck, they have you all the way down here don't
they?"

"I took too long trying to decide where I wanted to stay," Noah replied,
turning the knob to the door and walking inside.

Once inside, Sabrina and Kaz rushed over to the two beds in the room and
sat atop them. It was obvious that Noah's roommate hadn't moved in yet,
as the room was completely empty.

He wasn't surprised though. Classes didn't start until Monday, and it was
only Friday afternoon.

"So, it's not too bad.....it's bigger than my room at home," Kaz spoke,
testing the firmness of the bed.

"Kaz, you live in a trailer, remember? This place is bigger than your
entire place!" Sabrina spoke, laying back on one of the beds.

Noah set his box atop the desk in the corner and looked out of the window
next to it.

"Welcome home," he mumbled.
***********************************************************************

"I've arrived!" Jesse spoke as he walked into the lobby of one of the
dorms.

He'd managed to convince several students to carry his bags around for
him as he walked around, not exactly sure where to go.

When no one paid him any extra attention, Jesse frowned and walked
further into the building.

"Uh, stay here will you, I'll be right back," he said, taking off his
shades and looking around.

While he hadn't looked around in this particular dorm hall, Jesse had
pretty much expected it to be just as average and 'non-five star' as the
one he'd stayed in earlier in the summer.

But, after having looked in each of the dorm halls, he decided that he'd
do better to stay in the largest, as he figured it would have the largest
rooms.

"Hi, you probably already know who I am," Jesse started, walking up to
the front desk.

He paused, waiting for the guy behind the counter to recognize him.

"God, do you just NOT read or watch t.v. then?" he spoke, impatiently.

"Something I can help you with, guy?" the guy behind the counter asked,
smacking on a piece of gum loudly.

Jesse stared as him smacking for a few seconds before replying.

"Well it's just, I've been looking around for almost an hour and this is
the place I wanna stay in."

The guy behind the counter clicked something on the computer in front of
him while Jesse watched.

"Name?"

"Jesse Yorkshire, of course," Jesse replied.

The guy clicked something else before looking up at Jesse.

"Not in here, sorry-"

"Well of course I'm not in there."

The guy stopped chewing on his gum and looked at Jesse seriously.

"Then why are you wasting my time then?"

Jesse was already in a bad mood, after basically having been forced the
previous day by his father to even come to the pathetic little school. He
really didn't feel like dealing with his own mood as well as someone
else's.

"Listen, I'll give you a few grand just to give me a room," Jesse
started.

"I'm not in charge of that. I just look up names and hand people keys-"

"Well great, you can hand me a key then!"

Jesse had started to reach behind him for one of the keys sitting behind
the guy on the shelf, but was pushed back.

"I know karate. Don't make me kick your British little ass!"

"Well I'm not going to get into the reasons why that would NEVER happen,
but, I really think it'd be in your best interest to give me a room."

"My best interest huh....."

Jesse realized that he normal demeanor of intimidating the people in
London to do what he wanted because he was famous there wasn't going to
work in Texas just because they were all obviously hicks that had no idea
who true celebrities were.

So he decided to try a different approach.

"I'm sorry...alright. It's just I've been in a bit of a row with my
father, and I'm a long way away from home and tired and I just want a
dorm to stay in so I can finally relax."

That had to be the furthest thing from the truth. In actuality, the only
reason Jesse was trying even half as hard as he was was because it was
required of all freshman to stay on campus. Otherwise he'd have already
checked into the nearest five star hotel available.

"Look, even if you were a senior which you so obviously aren't, this
place is full," the guy behind the counter replied.

"Oh..." Jesse mumbled.

"You could try some of the freshman dorms. Those aren't all full yet."

"Freshman dorm?"

"Like....I don't know....Ark Hall or Statham Hall-"

"Yeah alright thanks," Jesse started, starting back towards the front.

All he needed to hear was 'Ark Hall' which was enough to have him realize
that there was no way in hell he wanted to rehash the nightmare that was
his summer orientation session. Of course, there was also no way in hell
he'd be staying anywhere with communal showers and restroom facilities.

"Alright people were moving on," Jesse replied, putting his shades back
on as he walked outside.

He'd find a place. After that, however, he wasn't sure what he'd do.
***********************************************************************

"Here it is," Ben spoke, staring straight ahead at the dorm hall he and
Shawn had picked out. "Home sweet home for the next year."

After having carefully considered all their options, the two of them had
decided to go ahead and stay in Ark Hall. They saw nothing wrong with it
during their summer stay and while it was a bit further away from Ben's
classes, it was closer to Shawn's and Ben had decided he didn't want to
be apart from his best friend, so he picked Ark Hall as well.

"Grungy little place, isn't it?"

"Dude, shut up!" Shawn spoke, shoving Ben in the arm as he passed him to
head for the back of the truck. "You didn't have to stay here."

"I know..." Ben spoke, looking around. "But I seem to remember there
being a couple hundred fine ass women always around....looks like nothing
changed."

Shawn just smiled as he started getting things from the back of Ben's
truck while Ben followed pretty girls along with his eyes.

"You seriously brought way too much shit, Ben," Shawn spoke, pulling a
barbeque grill from the back of the truck out. "Is this stuff even
allowed on campus."

It took a moment for Ben to stop watching some of the girls but he turned
around, picking right back up in the conversation as if he'd been a part
of it in the first place.

"Hey, what they don't know can't hurt em, right?" he asked, reaching into
the flatbed to grab more stuff.

Shawn turned around and headed towards the building.

He wasn't sure why he was looking around. It couldn't be that he was
looking for someone. Looking for Trey.

It was weird and he knew it, so he did his best to push those thoughts
out of his mind as he walked down the hall to his room. He was lucky to
have gotten one on the first floor, which meant he wouldn't have to worry
about stairs and that he was closer to the cafeteria.

When he finally stepped inside his room, he wasn't surprised by how it
looked at all, which was identical to the room he'd stayed in over the
summer, only, everything was on the other side of the room.

He set the stuff in his hands on the edge of the bed and collapsed onto
the other one across the room.

He was tired, after having drove a good couple of hours to the school,
but he was excited at the same time.

He only knew college life through movies and television and was
definitely ready to experience everything first hand.

Thinking about everything, Shawn closed his eyes and relaxed, deciding to
rest for only a few minutes...................

"Dude, we have a problem!" came the voice of Ben.

Shawn sat up and opened his eyes. He looked down at his watch and
realized that he'd been asleep well over a half hour.

What was more, he noticed that none of Ben's belongings were in the room.

"What's going on?" Shawn asked carefully, standing up.

"This school fucking screwed me over!" Ben exclaimed.

Shawn wasn't liking the situation already, which was exacerbated by the
angry tone in his best friends voice.

Ben was breathing very heavily and walking back and forward in the room,
looking ready to knock someone out.

"Dude, come on, what's going on?" Shawn repeated.

"Tell me, did I or did I not specifically ask to be assigned to whatever
room and dorm you were in when we signed up?"

"Yeah-"

"So tell my why the hell they don't have me on file then!"

Shawn realized that the door to the room was still wide open, and once he
noticed a few people in the halls stopping to see what the shouting was
about, he walked over to it and closed it.

"I feel like beating the shit outta somebody!"

"Ben, listen to me, you have to calm down-"

"You don't understand how fucking angry this makes me Shawn! I mean,
where the hell am I supposed to stay, huh!"

Shawn realized that Ben wasn't calming down and might have been angry
enough to actually go find someone to beat up.

The entire time they'd been friends, Shawn had only known Ben to beat up
two people unrelated to anything he was upset about, and one of those
people had been him.

He just had to find a way to calm him down so he could talk to him.

"Ben..."

"I mean, it's not like anyone actually really wants to stay in this
shitty little place. I just wanted to be here for you, you know?"

"Yeah, but-"

"Fuck, this is good then right? I mean, we'll still see each other, and
now I get to stay somewhere else!"

Shawn did his best to try and get Ben to sit down, as he himself sat
down.

Ben's breathing had already started to return to normal and Shawn could
tell he was starting to calm down.

"You're not mad are you?" Ben asked.

"No, of course not," Shawn replied.

"I guess this means we won't be living together like we always wanted,"
Ben smiled. "It's okay, you're kind of a slob anyway."

"Me? What about you and all that extra junk you brought along?"

"Shut up," Ben smiled, punching Shawn playfully in the arm.

Even though Shawn would miss not being able to live with Ben, a part of
him was excited at the possibility of meeting someone new.

Granted, as long as the person wasn't like Trey. Or then he might have
some problems.

"Let's get you settled in," Ben spoke, getting up.

Shawn got up as well, feeling a mixture of many different feelings.
**********************************************************************

The thing that had Trey feeling the most nervous was having to meet
someone new. Not just any old person, but the person he'd be living with
for the next year.

It was a scary thought, as so much was going through his mind. Naturally,
most people would prefer to room with someone like them. Same tastes,
same style, same race.

But Trey didn't care if he lived with a white slob or a Chinese jock, as
long as he was able to get along with the person, he'd be fine.

Probably the first indication that he wouldn't be living in complete
harmony came once he could hear loud laughter coming from the area where
his room was. Not only that, but several people were coming in and out of
the room, passing him as he made his way closer to it.

He wasn't exactly sure what to think once he finally got a chance to look
around. It was obvious that the room looked completely comfy. Comfy in
the fact that the entire room was done. Meaning...

"Oh...hey, you moving in next door?" some white guy sitting on a chair
eating some pizza asked Trey.

Trey, boxes still in hand, shuffled a little before responding.

"Uh, actually-"

"No dumb ass, look at him, he's probably you're real roommate," another
white guy, Trey noticed, hanging from the side of one of the beds, spoke.

There were all of about seven people in the room. Four guys, three girls.
Two were playing a PlayStation hooked up to a large tv in the far wall of
the room. The other two guys were the ones that had spoken already, and
the girls were all sitting on one of the beds, staring at Trey.

The first guy to talk stood up and walked over to Trey, forcing him to
have step backwards as the guy shut the door almost all the way behind
him.

"Listen, my buddy and I forgot to sign up for a room together.....we
figured whoever I got wouldn't care since...well, we don't know each
other," the guy spoke.

Trey could see the point, but that still didn't make it right.

"Well, where am I supposed to stay?" he asked.

Trey watched as the guy took in a deep breath and looked both ways before
replying.

"I don't think this place is gonna be completely full...I mean, the
freshman have the most dorms......"

Trey didn't like the situation or how the guy seemed to be trying to get
rid of him without having to do anything to help himself.

"Look, I understand....all that," Trey started, not really sure what to
say. "But again I ask, where am I supposed to stay?"
***********************************************************************

"This is great, just great!" Jesse exclaimed, once again making a scene.
"Now where am I supposed to stay?"

He left the front desk of yet another dorm hall and walked outside,
beginning down the pathway in a flustered hurry.

"Uh, Jesse-"

"What!" Jesse shouted.

"The four of us are getting a little tired of carrying all your stuff
around-"

"I'm paying you by the hour-"

"Right and the extra cash is cool and all....it's just....we all kinda
have lives. You know, stuff to do?"

Jesse stopped and chuckled to himself.

"Well that's rich, really that is.....okay fags one through four, you're
fired!"

None of the guys looked like they really cared and dropped Jesse's stuff
in the grass before taking off, all 100 dollars richer.

"Fucking ingrates, I tell you, the nerve of these bloody Americans,"
Jesse mumbled as he looked his stuff over. "There's no way in hell I'm
carrying any of that."

As Jesse tried to figure out what he was going to do next, he was
interrupted in his thought process when he noticed someone staring at
him.

"If you don't recognize me right now, you never will," Jesse mumbled.

"Jesse?"

"Okay, okay, what part of your body do you want me to autograph?" Jesse
sighed.

The girl walked over to Jesse and smiled.

"It is you!"

"Well of course it's me, God, who else would it be?"

"You remember me then?"

The question caused Jesse to take off his sunglasses to get a better look
at the blonde that had interrupted his thinking.

"Definitely a ten....but no, sorry," he replied.

"It's me, Amber Tanner.....orientation......Super Sunday?"

It took Jesse all of about two seconds to realize that he really didn't
remember the damn girl. But she didn't have to know that, as far as he
was concerned.

"Amber!" He exclaimed, throwing his arms around her and pulling her into
a tight hug. "God, I thought about you all summer."

"Really?" Amber asked, leaving the hug.

"Oh yeah, I see that your....your...hair is longer," Jesse replied,
taking a chance that he might actually be right.

"Thanks, I grew it out some more...got some highlights," Amber replied.
"You're still hot as hell."

Jesse knew that there was no arguing that fact.

"So what's going on, are you moving into this dorm?" Amber asked.

"Well, I wish that was happening....actually, I haven't found a place to
stay yet...."

"Really? That's weird, I thought everyone signed up for dorms....."

"Yeah....."

Jesse was doing his best to try and get Amber to feel sorry enough for
him to help him find somewhere to stay.

"I feel really bad for you Jesse," Amber said, actually sounding like she
really felt bad for him. "I wish there was something I could do."

Jesse inwardly smiled.

"Well, do you know any place I could stay?" he asked.

While it took Amber some time to think, Jesse was beginning to realize
that Amber wasn't as bright as she so obviously did not seem. Which was
perfect for him because smart girls only gave him trouble.

"I would invite you to stay with me, but I'm staying at the sorority
house over on Yearly Row...."

In actuality, Jesse had been to every freshman dorm but Ark Hall. He was
purposely avoiding going there for several reasons, the most prevalent of
which was the fact that it seemed to be where all the homosexuals lived,
proof provided during his stay there and further proven with the guys
who'd left him to carry his own bags like a bunch of pansies, who all
stayed in Ark Hall.

"Why couldn't I just stay in the sorority with you then?" Jesse asked.

Jesse knew why. A sorority was for women, frat houses were for the guys.

Jesse wasn't a fan of all the overly testosterone driven, drunken, insane
acts that he was sure took place in any and all frat homes. He was used
to being surrounded by girls with all the parties he threw and attended,
and wouldn't mind staying with one...or a lot.

"Well that's like...against the rules," Amber replied.

"Amber my dear, come with me," Jesse started, looping his arm with
Amber's and beginning to walk with her.

"What about your stuff?"

"I'll send someone for it later," He replied. "Now, show me where this
sorority house is, will you?"

He knew exactly what he was doing.
***********************************************************************

It had been nearly an hour since Noah's friends had left after having
helped him move in and get his room together, and he now felt completely
settled in.

He really wasn't sure what he was supposed to be doing now. He didn't
know anyone, and his roommate still was a no show.

It was what he was most afraid of, now that he was here. Being left alone
with his thoughts. He didn't want to start thinking about anything that
had happened here, because he would automatically remember the kiss he
shared with another guy.

He was almost desperate in the way he felt about not wanting to think
about his experiences here in particular, so he took out his guitar and
immediately went to work at writing some new music.

Although, he wasn't really writing anything. He wasn't aware of how bad
he was playing up until he noticed someone standing at his door, with a
rather annoyed look on their face.

It was a girl. White with short dark black hair. She was probably a good
foot shorter than Noah, and she had light green eyes that he could barely
notice the color of behind a pair of average, slightly thick, dark black
glasses.

The girl looked like she might have been into art or something, as she
wasn't dressed like the typical  prep. She also wasn't dressed like any
of Noah's friends.

He noticed that she was holding a book in one of her hands, that was
flipped towards the middle as if she'd been reading it, and a highlighter
was tilted sideways in her mouth.

"Not that I can say I care for the standardized strumming on a guitar
thing, but if you're gonna play, would you mind shutting your door at
least?"

Noah had left it open in case his roommate showed up within the next
couple of hours, but had completely forgotten that once he started
strumming on his guitar.

He'd also forgotten that he was staying in a co-ed dorm, the girls and
guys staying on separate sides of the hall instead of separate wings
altogether like in Ark Hall.

"Uh..sorry," Noah spoke, looking up at the girl.

To him, she looked intelligent. Like the type of girl who's smart in more
than one way. She also didn't look like she put up with crap from anyone,
despite how small she was.

"I mean....I wouldn't have noticed with all the other loud freaks running
around.....it's just...well, you've kinda been stuck on one chord for the
past like...twenty minutes......"

Noah really wasn't sure what to do. It had been a while since he'd
actually had to come up with something to say to someone. He was so used
to his normal life, his normal friends.

He just normally kept to himself. What people would call...a loner. Only
in the sense that he didn't go out of his way to meet new people.

"Well...um...." the girl was starting to leave

"I'm Noah!" he found himself blurting out.

The girl stopped and looked back over at him with a slight smile on her
face.

"Zoey," she replied.

He really wasn't sure why he felt compelled to tell Zoey his name. Maybe
it was because he felt a slight sense of familiarity in her. Or a
certain...warmth about her.

She just seemed like someone he might have wanted to get to know, without
actually having said much to her.

"Sorry...just, you were leaving and-"

"Right...." Zoey replied, leaning against the doorway. "You know, I was
actually gonna head down to the quad...check out one of the local bands
playing tonight......did you wanna come along?"

For some reason, Noah actually felt like he wanted to go with her.

"Yeah, sure," he replied, putting his guitar back in its case.

He grabbed a jacket and his room key before turning out the light and
shutting the door.
***********************************************************************

After having been forced from the room he'd signed up for months earlier,
Trey realized that with his new situation, he couldn't afford to be a
picky person.

Which was why he'd have to find somewhere to stay. Finding another dorm
hall was out of the question. It was already dark out and he was tired
already.

He just wanted someplace to finally rest.

When he'd told the people up front that they'd 'accidentally' given him
someone else's room, it had seemed like the people had already been
dealing with similar situations, the way they handled him.

They'd given him the keys to another room in less than ten minutes,
informing him that it had just gotten an opening that day.

He wasn't sure what that meant and didn't care.

Upon entering the room, which he was thankful was on the first floor, he
noticed that whoever his roommate was, had moved in and gotten all their
things unpacked.

He also noticed that whoever he was rooming with wasn't around either.

Letting the door shut behind him, he walked into the room and set his
stuff down, taking a few moments to just let everything sink in.

There was no way he was moving anywhere else. He wasn't that much of a
punk.

Whatever feelings of exhaustion he had felt before, were washed away,
excitement taking their place.

Even though he hadn't exactly had the best first roommate or second for
that matter, he was still excited to get to know someone new.

He thought about all the types of personality traits his roommate would
have as he unpacked his stuff.

An hour went by and he had been so wrapped up in his thinking and
unpacking that he was snapped back into reality once he heard loud
shouting and banging coming from the halls.

It sounded like someone was shouting something about a band and
apparently banging on each door as they ran along.

"Death Hound's playing in the quad!" came the loud voice of one of the
guys accompanied by a bang on Trey's own door.

He noticed that the guys weren't sticking around for him to open up and
had moved to the next door just as quickly as they had all the others.

He could literally hear the people on his floor leaving the dorms in
order to go see the 'Death Hounds' performing.

Trey knew he was an outsider. That was only reinforced every day of his
life back at home. But he realized, he was no longer at home.

He was at college. Where adults came to learn. And he had to start
behaving like an adult.

Adults socialized with people because not socializing with someone
because you're afraid, was childish.

The last thing he wanted was to be an outcast here and for the rest of
his life.

So, realizing that he was done unpacking and settling in, he grabbed a
jacket and headed out the door, ready to see the so called 'Death Hounds'
performing, with his peers.
***********************************************************************

Jesse wasn't surprised to see various girls smiling at him and eyeing him
like they wanted him to fuck them as he took of his sunglasses and looked
around the sorority hall.

He was expecting a lot of gorgeous girls, and that was certainly what he
was seeing as he followed Amber up the stairs as she led him to her room.

"It's like I said before, look at me...I really don't think any girl
would have a problem with me staying here," Jesse said as he looked
around Amber's room.

Sure enough, one side of it was empty.

"My last roommate cut her hair so short...she looked like a man," Amber
spoke. "We had a meeting and she had to go."

Jesse looked over at Amber incredulously as he set the one bag he did
bring with him on one of the beds.

The room looked to be double if not triple the size of the one he'd
stayed in over the summer, which was still small in comparison to his
room in the mansion back home, but good enough for him to stay in for the
time being.

"So, this is it, huh?" Jesse spoke, as he took off his jacket and tossed
it on the bed.

"Yeah, oh and we have our own bathrooms in each room," Amber spoke,
showing Jesse the restroom, which also was much bigger than the one in
Ark Hall. "I mean, the upperclassmen get the bigger rooms but that's just
because they all run the sorority."

"And you don't?" Jesse asked, still looking the room over.

"Well I'm a freshman," Amber replied. "We're all just lucky we even get
to stay here."

"How long have you been here?" Jesse asked, noticing that the place
looked well lived in.

"We were all allowed to move in the beginning of August," Amber replied.
"So I came a walking."

Again, Jesse flashed Amber a bemused look.

"Amber...what the hell!"

Jesse looked over at the doorway and noticed a tall brunette standing
with her arms crossed and a mean look on her face.

"Heather....oh uh-"

"You know the rules, no guys...if Gloria catches you with him in here-"

"I know," Amber started, looking over at Jesse before rushing over to
Heather and pulling her aside. "That's why you can't say anything."

"Say anything, just tell him to leave-"

"I can't do that because.....because he's my new roommate," Amber spoke
in a hushed tone.

Heather looked over at Jesse who smiled at her before looking back at
Amber.

"Are you crazy? Amber, you'll never be able to keep him here without one
of the upperclassmen finding out-"

"Not by myself, but you could always help me out-"

"Like I helped you vote Shelly out just because you guys didn't like her
haircut-"

"She looked like an ugly dykey loser!" Amber exclaimed before settling
back down. "It's just...well look at him.....he's gorgeous."

Heather sighed and lowered her head before looking back up at Amber.

"He is hot.."

"I know...and I'm trying to get him to be my boyfriend," Amber replied,
glee in her voice.

Heather looked past Amber to where Jesse was sitting on the bed flipping
through Amber's cheerleading magazine album, mouthing the words 'hot' and
'do-able' as he looked it over.

"Well, good luck with that," Heather spoke.

"Thanks," Amber replied. "But Heather, please, you can't tell anybody
that Jesse's staying here."

Heather thought it over, realizing that it was somewhat possible to keep
Jesse's living here a secret, considering where Amber's room was located.

"Fine...but if you get caught, I had no idea he was here," Heather
replied.

"Thank you so much!" Amber replied.

Heather walked into the room with Amber and looked Jesse over, who now
looked bored.

"What's good to do around here?" Jesse asked, yawning.

"Well, I hear the Death Hounds are playing in the quad tonight," Heather
spoke.

"Hell if I know who that lot is," Jesse replied. "But I need to do
something before I die of boredom."

"Great, let's all go then," Amber spoke, getting off the bed with Jesse.

Jesse knew he'd get his way in living here, and was definitely excited
for all the possibilities it could lead to.
***********************************************************************

Shawn looked over at Ben who was bobbing his head around like he was
having a seizure.

"Dude, these guys fucking rock!" Ben shouted.

Shawn thought the band was okay, considering he'd never heard of them
before. But he was a little bored.

They were your typical rock group and he didn't see anything special
about them.

"Yeah...." Shawn responded.

Ben stopped jumping and looked over at his best friend.

"Dude, how can you look bored when were like two feet away from the
band?"

It was true. Having been around when the band was setting up, he and Ben
had managed to get good spots at the front, which if he'd actually liked
the band, would have been a good thing considering there had to be
several hundred people around.

Of course, it also wasn't a concert hall, which meant they were all
pretty much spread out.

"What, do you wanna go?" Ben asked.

"Nah...I think I just might be thirsty," Shawn replied.

He wasn't thirsty, he just needed to get away for a second.

"Okay...I'll save your spot," Ben spoke, as Shawn fought through the
crowd to head towards the refreshment table.

Shawn figured the reason why there was nothing but small bottles of water
and pretzels was because the school wanted them to spend their money at
the Chic-Fil-A or Taco Bell located inside the actual quad.

Still, since he was at the table, he decided to grab a bottle of the free
water and took a sip of it as he started to look around.

Besides Ben and the few people they'd met, he really didn't know anyone.
He wasn't used to that. Back at his high school, he was so popular,
nearly everyone knew him.

Here, he was just another face in the crowd, literally.

He was still feeling a bit apprehensive about everything. Homesickness
hadn't kicked in yet and he was afraid to think what would happen once it
did. He didn't want to start thinking about changing his mind.

As he continued to look around, he noticed one face that looked very
familiar to him, standing closer towards the back.

Setting his bottle down, he moved towards the outside of the group to get
a closer look.

He realized that he must have gotten too close once the person he already
knew it was looked up and saw him.

He and Trey just stared at each other for a few moments before Trey just
up and took off.

It took Shawn a few moments to realize what had just happened. He'd come
face to face with someone that had been on his mind all summer. Someone
he hadn't expected to see ever again.

Someone who after tonight, he probably never would see again.
***********************************************************************

"They're really good, huh?" Zoey asked.

Noah looked over at her and smiled.

"Yeah..uh, they are," he replied.

It was still amazing to him how comfortable he felt around Zoey after
only knowing her for such a short amount of time.

He hadn't really figured he'd meet anyone so fast, and especially not
someone that was as likeable as Zoey seemed to be.

"Alright, we'll be back in ten for our next set," the lead singer of the
band said into the microphone.

Instantly, the crowd began to talk amongst themselves and walk around a
little.

"Maybe we should go have a seat," Zoey spoke, pointing towards one of the
empty tables in the foyer.

"Sure," Noah replied.

"So, you have to be a freshman," Zoey started, once they were both
seated.

"What makes you say that?" Noah asked.

"Just...the way you have freshman written all over you. That and the fact
that you're staying in a mostly freshman dorm."

Noah laughed a little and folded his hands on the table as he leaned
forward a bit.

"Yeah...busted," he replied. "And you're a freshman too?"

"Was, last year," Zoey replied.

Noah took that to mean that Zoey was obviously a sophomore.

"Then...why are you...."

"Closer to the art and music departments," Zoey replied. "I'm an art
major so...."

"Wow," Noah replied. "Imagine a little old freshman like me chatting it
up with sophomore."

"Some consider that a privilege, yes," Zoey laughed.

Noah could already tell that Zoey was a little bit more mature than what
he was used to but now he knew why.

"I guess you're still trying to figure yourself out, huh?" Zoey asked.

Noah sat back and sighed.

That statement meant more to him than Zoey even realized.

"Aren't we all?" he replied.

He didn't know what else to say. Sure he was comfortable with Zoey, but
he also knew that he'd just met her and had some things he needed to
figure out for himself before he was willing to share them with anyone,
let alone her.

His thoughts were interrupted when he noticed Zoey jumping up after some
water had been splashed over her.

He jumped up as well and turned around, noticing a familiar face chasing
around a few girls with a water bottle.

"It can't be a wet t-shirt contest if you won't let me wet your shirts!"

Noah knew the face and British accent well, after having to endure a few
days of hell with the biggest jackass he'd ever met.

"Hey freshman losers, why don't you try not acting like loser freshman!"
Zoey shouted as she wiped herself off.

Noah walked over to Zoey, handing her a napkin as the girls Noah were
chasing stopped and looked over at Zoey, which caused Jesse to stop
running and look over.

"God, people just don't think much these days do they?" Zoey mumbled as
she and Noah worked to dry her shirt.

"Hey loserish bitch, what's with the attitude problem?" Heather spoke, as
she Amber and Jesse walked over to Zoey and Noah.

Zoey stopped drying her shirt and looked up at Heather.

"I don't have an 'attitude' problem, YOU have a perception problem," she
replied. "Then again, I expect that from certain people."

"What's that supposed to mean?" Heather asked.

"Ladies, ladies, let's all get along now," Jesse spoke, getting between
Heather and Zoey.

Jesse and Noah glared at each other as did Heather and Zoey.

"It's all one big party to you, huh?" Noah asked. "It's not enough you
gotta annoy me, now you go and bother her too?"

"Hey, I had no idea you were here," Jesse replied. "And for the record,
that was an accident."

"If you'd have been acting your age instead of your shoe size, it
wouldn't have happened!"

"You two know each other?" Amber asked.

"Unfortunately," Jesse and Noah replied, simultaneously.

Noah had been having a good time, forgetting about the past. And now,
seeing Jesse had only made Noah realize that if he could run into Jesse,
he could run into Trey too.

"Come on, Zoey," Noah spoke.

Zoey wasted no time in following Noah away from the area altogether as
they walked back to the dorms.

"I thought you said you didn't have any friends here," Zoey said.

"I don't," Noah replied.
*****************************************************************

Trey wasn't sure why he'd ran, but he had. He felt bad about it now,
because it had made him look so stupid. But he had, and he couldn't take
it back.

It was just....seeing Shawn. It just made him remember how much he hated
him.

Or how much he let himself think he hated him. There was just something
else about Shawn that Trey.......something he'd felt even before he'd
kissed Noah.

It had been a few hours and Trey had just been sitting in his bed in the
dark, wrapped up with his knees up to his chin, arms wrapped around his
legs.

He felt so alone, and seeing Shawn made him feel trapped and....something
else at the same time.

So he left. He got away.

But realizing that it had been a while and his roommate still hadn't come
back, he got up and turned on the lights in the room.

The light stung his eyes a little at first but he got used to them as he
looked around.

It was pushing midnight but it was anything but quiet in the halls and
Trey could hear people talking and coming in and out of rooms all through
the dorm.

He didn't want to snoop, but he was curious as to what type of person his
roommate might be, so he did a little passive snooping. As in not
actually going through any of his roommates things, just browsing over it
all.

He really hadn't had a chance to do it earlier, having spent most of his
time unpacking his things and then going straight to the quad.

But now that he was actually beginning to get a look around, he was
starting to a feel a sense of familiarity towards the stuff he was gazing
upon.

Little things, like the careful way the bed was made, or the way things
were put on the shelves.

There wasn't much to go by, although he did see one thing that he
obviously hadn't seen before.

A picture, which had obviously fallen out of something, lying on the
ground, sticking partially under the bed so that shadows were
constricting his view of seeing it clearly.

He slowly bent down and picked it up, already beginning to come to a
conclusion in his head..........


"Look, you walked me back great, but I told you I'm not in the mood to
sit around talking," Shawn said as he and Ben headed down the hall to his
room.

"Fine whatever, I'll leave when you get there," Ben replied. "Shit, what
was in that water you drank that's got you acting like a little bitch?"

Shawn didn't say anything as he just got out his key and put it into the
lock of his room door.


Trey could hear the lock to the door turning as he turned the picture
over.

He didn't need it though, as he already knew who'd be in it, even before
the door opened and he saw him.

"Shawn....." Trey spoke, turning around to face him.

Shawn looked over at Trey in shock.

"Well....this is awkward," Ben spoke.
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