***Note from the author***
Please note that this is going to be a very long story set over the course of the four years of the characters lives in college. Not every story will have sex in it, so if you're just looking for a quickie, then you should move on to something else. And for those sticking around, thank you and enjoy. I look forward to reading any and all comments you have.
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College. One of the big events in a person's life. The day they "leave the nest" and venture out into the world of higher education and be on their own. A day that fathers say how proud they are of their kid and that mothers fuss over losing their little baby. Well, at least for most people it's supposed to be that way. Yet, here I was parking my car after driving for two days on my own while my parents did... Whatever.
But, I really can't say that I was surprised. My parents never really have been there for me. Dad was an investment banker and spent as much time as he did moving money around as he did banging whatever nineteen year old intern he had for an assistant that year. While mom pretended everything was fine while she downed glass after glass of wine with a Prozac chaser and tried to raise money for whatever charity was popular at the time with the other housewives around the neighborhood. And that's pretty much what they did when they constantly missed all the big moments of my life. Like in first grade when I was in a class play about the environment, they were a no show. And in sixth grade when I won an award for having the highest GPA, they went and planned a trip to Europe so they were gone that same week. By the time I graduated from high school, I wasn't even surprised by the fact that they didn't bother coming.
The only person I would miss would by my ex-girlfriend, Jennifer. She and I decided to end it because of us going to different colleges (i.e. it was her idea, and I reluctantly agreed after her telling me for an hour that it wouldn't work long distance).
So, here I was, arriving in Los Angeles to start my four years of studying computer science, and neither of my parents had the time to see me off. As I got out of my crappy old Ford Escort, which I saved up and bought with my own money earned working part time, I noticed a lot of parents here with their kids. I felt a bit of a pang in my heart, but quickly shook it off as I always did and grabbed a box from the back seat before heading inside.
As I walked down the third floor hallway of the dorm building I would be living in, I looked at each door for my room. "Watch out," someone said from behind me, and I stepped aside as two guys quickly walked past carrying a keg. I chuckled to myself and continued down the hall till I found room 342.
"Yeah, just set it down there," a guy with black hair said as he pointed without really looking at me.
"Sorry?" I asked.
He turned to look at me and said, "My stuff. Just set it over there."
"This is mine," I said.
Suddenly he looked embarrassed. "Shit," he quietly said. "You're my room mate, aren't you?"
"I guess so," I said.
"That means my mom did find you walking around and guilt trip you into carrying a heavy box up for her, huh?" he asked.
"Nope," I said.
"Sorry," he said, holding out his hand. "I'm Jake."
I took his hand and shook it, "Marc." I set the box I was carrying down on the empty bed on the left hand side of the room. I was just about to go and get another box when a man and woman in the early fifties walked in carrying a bunch of boxes.
"Jakey-poo," the woman said as she walked in. "I seriously hope you're not going to be spending any time with the hooligans down the hall. I saw them we enough beer to kill a dozen elephants." That's when she noticed me. "And you would be?"
"That's Marc," Jake said. "He's my room mate."
"Oh," she said. "Well Marc, it's nice to meet you."
"Nice to meet you too," I said as I opened the box I had brought in and checked to see what it was and thinking I should have at least labeled it. But, I was in such a rush to leave home and my family that I just shoved everything I thought I would need into boxes and bags, that I never even bothered to say goodbye to my parents. That was two days ago, and they still had yet to call my cell phone to see where I was. I guess they were so wrapped up in their own things to even notice I was gone.
"Jake, where's your sister?" his dad asked as he helped his son unpack.
"Um," said Jake as I started to leave the room to get more of my stuff from the car. "She said something about going downstairs to get a soda from the machine."
I made my way downstairs and out to my car where I grabbed two large duffle bags full of clothes. Just as I walked back into the dorm building, I passed a young girl telling some guy to 'fuck off'.
I looked over and saw a guy in his early twenties leaning against the soda machine as he talked to a girl who couldn't have been older than fifteen.
"Come on," he said. "It'll be fun."
"What part of 'fuck off' don't you understand," the girl said.
"Oh, I understand fucking just fine," the guy said. "In fact..." he reached his hand out and grabbed her ass as she leaned down to get the can of soda that had fallen out of the machine. She jumped back when he did so, and that's when I knew I had to do something.
"Is there a problem here?" I asked.
"Piss off," the guys said. "This is a private conversation."
While the guy was momentarily distracted, the girl rushed past him and ran off.
"Great," he said. "Thanks for fucking cock blocking me asshole."
"I think you were doing a good job of that yourself," I said as I turned around and left.
I made my way back upstairs and to my room where, to my surprise, the girl was sitting on my bed as she took a sip of her soda.
"This place is stupid," she said. "So that figures why you'd want to go to school here."
"Yeah, well," Jake said, "You could always smell your own."
Jake and the girl looked at me as I walked into the room.
"Who the hell are you?" she asked.
"That's Marc," Jake said. "He's my room mate, and you're sitting on his bed."
"I don't see his name on it," the young girl said.
"Sisters," Jake said, shaking his head. "Can't live with them, can't leave them at the zoo to be raised by monkeys. And believe me... I tried."
I couldn't help but chuckle as I watched the two of them insult each other.
"Will you two knock it off," Jake's mom said as she and her husband walked into the room. "I swear, one thing I'll be glad of with you gone is the peace and quiet of not having to listen to the two of you argue all the time."
"She started it," Jake said.
"And you're older," his mom said. "So I expect you to be more mature about it and not argue with your sister. Anyways, Marc was it?" she said, turning to look at me.
"Yes ma'am," I said.
"Well Marc," she said. "We're all going out for some lunch before leaving Jake here. Would you and your parents like to join us?"
"Well, my parents aren't here," I said. I noticed both of Jake's parents seemed a little surprised by this. "They had to fly back home after we all drove down here," I added with a lie. "Emergency back home."
"Oh," she said a little uncertainly, but accepting of what I said. "Well, then you can still join us."