Date: Tue, 1 Nov 2005 20:17:10 +0000 (GMT)
From: Lidyah Khan <lidyah17@yahoo.co.uk>
Subject: Welcome to New York University Chapter One

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Summary: Alex Holden is a eighteen year old foreign student from
Ireland. Receiving a scholarship to attend New York University for
architecture. Jay Thomas is a New York born eighteen year old, also
studying at NYU taking Art and Photography.

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	       Welcome to New York University: Chapter One

 New York City. The Big Apple. The City of lights. Like all places in the
world each country has it's beloved city and New York is America's. It' s
unique culture and society mould together to bring a pleasant yet
intimidating place to love in. A foreigner who is planning on spending five
years living here has a lot more to learn compared to an outbound visitor.

 A small chilly wind had picked its way through the early September
morning. The roads were still busy as ever at seven in the morning. People
huddled in their long black coats, made their way to work or school. A
young boy who looked no younger than seventeen came off the stairs of Grand
Central station and stood confused in the middle of the street, surrounded
by his two large suitcases. Etiquette and manners was a lesson some
Americans still had to learn, as some pushed and cursed the frightened boy
out of their way. The wind tousled his shaggy brown hair; his usually pale
face was flushed red against the cold wind.

 He couldn't but still stand in awe, after all he was in New York City.
Every kid back home would have killed the chance to come study here. The
streets were busy, unlike his quiet country side paths. Different people
from different races littered the streets. In Ireland you'd only find a
small amount of ethnic minorities, and even less in the country. It was
rather predictable, the bright large shops, the hotdog stands in almost
every corner, and it was rather sickening to watch as how many people lined
up to get their `hot meal'. He couldn't help but think of home, waking up
to a peaceful morning, it was always cold, but it was sensual. The smell of
a cooked home breakfast wafted throughout the house. But here the smell of
gas exhaust, and roasted pretzels flowed through the air.

 His eyes scanned the area for vacant taxi, he spotted one across the
street, and made his way across the busy road and over to the other
side. He knocked on the driver's window who looked over with a frown on his
face but wound down the window anyway.

"Is the taxi in service?" asked the boy his accent laced in Irish.

"Of course it is," said the driver, "Get in, I'll get yer bags."

 The boy nodded gratefully and literally dived into the warm cab, he
huddled further into his brown jacket, trying to shake away the chills. The
driver smacked the trunk hood down and came back into the car slamming the
door with a little unneeded force. He turned around and faced the young
man.

"Wer tay then ?" he asked in a thick accent.

"NYU please," replied the boy. The driver nodded and started up the car.

 *****

 The car ride consisted of getting stuck in traffic for twenty minutes at a
time, curses and enough horn blowing to make a man deaf. He couldn't but
help watch the cab driver, it seemed rather pathetic but that's what
happened when you watched one too many American movies. The man was white,
looked like he was in his mid forties, and had the biggest pot belly he'd
ever seen.  He'd thought it would have been a jolly Indian man, with his
cultural music blasting through the stereo. He was sort of saddened by that
fact, but New York was a big place. Back home he never used the taxi
service, it was mostly his bike and the bus.

 Finally the cab reached its destination. Both men got out and the driver
unloaded the trunk took his fare and left with a `Good Luck'.

 The young man looked up at the tall building of the university and made
his trek up to the registration office with his suitcases.

 Being lost was going to get old very fast for the Irish boy, after making
a few wrong turns and ending up where the driver had left him, he finally
found the office after dragging his suitcases up thirty steps. He knocked
on the door and was welcomed by a muffled `come oi'. Opening the door he
was greeted by a messy office and a distressed woman.

"Name," she shouted .

"Huh?" he replied. It wasn't what she asked that caught him off guard but
just the tone she used to greet a visitor that made him stall his answer.

"You do have a name right?" snapped the woman.

"Y--Yes my name is Alex Holden."

 She raised her eyebrows and muttered under her breath, "Not more foreign
students."

 Alex heard her and flushed a deep red out of embarrassment and anger.

"I guess you're foreign, " she said not needing Alex to confirm it.

 After another gruelling half an hour, Alex left the office with his new
timetable and his dorm information . The secretary had told him to make a
left at the fountain and he'll find his dorm. What she forgot to mention
that there was more than one fountain littered across the campus. Getting
lost wasn't Alex's aim. After ten minutes of wondering he finally asked a
bunch of students that were huddled together . Finally getting back on
track with their help Alex found his dorm. He lugged his suitcases up
another set of steps; at this point his arms were burning with pain . He
quickly got into the elevator and hit level three. The elevator jerked
slightly and started to make his slow descend up.

 The elevator stopped at the sound of the `ping' and the doors slid open to
greet Alex with absolute chaos. Teenagers ran for one end of the hall to
the other, parents blocked the doorways with their teary good-byes. The
hallway was narrow enough, but students stood in the middle with their
belongings blocking any means to get past. He quickly got out and pushed
and shoved his way pass no longer bothering to be polite.

 He was tired and sore and needed to lie down. He located his room number
`306' and tried to push open the slightly jarred door after a few strong
tugs, Alex pushed open the door, but ending up tripping and falling face
forward into the carpet. He groaned and turned over so he was lying on his
back, `Shit', he said loudly.

 The family that were busy helping set up the room, turned around when they
heard the thud and cursing. Alex quickly jumped up, his face flushing in
embarrassment

 *******

 Alex quickly stood up brushing the non-existent dust off his legs. He
shifted nervously from side to side.

"Are you okay dear?" asked the woman , her blonde hair was pulled back into
a tight bun. She stepped forward a stuck her hand out.

"I'm Elise Thomas," she said with a small smile.

 Alex gratefully took her hand, "Alex Holden "

"Nice to meet you Alex."

 A boy stepped up from behind his mother and grinned at Alex. He was tall
maybe six feet, his hair was a honey coloured blonde just like his
mother's, his hair was slightly longer than Alex's. Unlike his mother's
green eyes the boy 's eyes shone a bright blue. He wore a loose white tank
top showing off his muscular tan arms and an impressive tattoo that was
ringed right around his right bicep.

 Alex was too busy admiring the boy that he almost missed what he said ,
"Nice entrance man."

 Alex turned red while the other three members giggled lightly behind him.

"Ignore my son. He 's going to be your living nightmare of a roommate for
the next five years, " laughed Elise.

"I'm only teasing him ma. Hi my name is Jay."

 Alex smiled at him, then averting his attention anywhere else in the room.

 A tall man stepped up, "I'm Kevin , Jay's father, and these two are our
younger sons, Joel and Steven. "

"It's nice to meet you all," smiled Alex .

"Hey your Irish," announced Jay," I have an Irish roommate. Awesome."

 Alex grinned, "Thanks. I guess?"

"You'd probably get a lot of people who say shit like to you...right."
smirked Jay.

 Alex flushed .

"Language mister," scowled Elise, "Okay we better go. We'll come by
tomorrow and take you to for lunch."  Alex waved the family good-bye while
Jay hugged them. Jay quickly closed the door and let out a big sigh

"Finally I'm free," laughed Jay, "I hope you didn't mind me snagging the
window bed ."

 Alex shook his head, "I don't mind. "

"Cool. I've already finished packing. Want me to help you?"

"Oh, no, I'm fine thanks. It 's just clothes and that," said Alex. He
headed to his bed and sat down sighing wearily.

"You okay?" asked Jay sitting next to Alex. Alex looked over and smiled,
"Yeah, just new place, it' s erm..."

"Scary," finished Jay.

"Yeah."

"Don't worry man, I'll take care of you," grinned Jay. "This is my home
town, " laughed Jay. "You're in good hands."

 "Should I be worried," laughed Alex.

 Jay smacked Alex on the shoulder lightly, "Maybe... but no-one has died
yet so that 's a plus," grinned Jay.

"Oh joy," smiled Alex. He stood up and shrugged off his coat and placed
neatly on his bed. Alex looked over to see Jay smiling at him, "What?"
asked Alex.

"You're a neat freak. Right"?

 Alex laughed , "What's so wrong with having everything neat?"

 Jay shook his head, a small smile still tugging at his lips, "I think you
and me will get on just fine."

"I really hope so ," said Alex wearily.

"Though Alex I'm going to be straight with you," said Jay his tone changing
from light laughter to serious.

"Okay."

"I want us to be friends, but past experiences have told me that if I'm not
honest up front things can get bad."

 Alex shifted nervously on the bed , "I understand."

 Jay smiled slightly, "I'm sorry, I'm not an axe murder or anything.

 Alex smiled slightly, taking in Jay's attempt to lighten the situation.

 Senior year at school ended badly for me, and I want to make a fresh
honest start."

"I understand," replied Alex.

"I'm gay Alex and if you have a problem with that, I don't give a shit ,"
said Jay his eyes cold and his voice strong.

 Alex choked and looked at Jay with wide eyes.