"I freaking hate this," Tyler complained, his voice cracking with static and muffled by background noise.
Danny sighed. "Me too. Where are you?"
"On my way to my physics lab. I hate physics so much. At least there are some hotties to look at."
Danny snorted. "Hotties? And, it's only been, what, three weeks?"
"Eh, I guess more like decent sevens. Just eye candy, nothing I'm interested in, just something that helps me through class. And, it's already three weeks too many," Tyler grumbled. "Fuck you, bitch, watch where you're going!" Tyler growled. His tone was softer in his next breath. "Sorry, punk ass bitch on a fucking skateboard just tearing down the freaking sidewalk."
"Well, only seven weeks to go?" Danny said, trying to be optimistic. "You wanna hang out tonight?"
Tyler sighed, then the wind blew a bunch of static into his ear for a second so he missed the first part of Tyler's response. "...dumbass party again on my floor. It's the third one in a row. I'm so, I can't even tell you, it's so..." The wind blew Tyler's words away again.
"Ty, I can't hear you," Danny complained, stretching back from his computer. A strange noise came from his in-room bathroom, but he'd sorta grown used to it by now. "Call me after lab or something."
"You've got Trig when I get out of class," Tyler complained. "I should've made your schedule."
Danny snorted. "Maybe next quarter. Call me later, k?"
"I dunno. I mean, after that I'm meeting up with Trish and Jenni for our Spanish study group." Tyler sighed, then the wind blew again and he again missed whatever Tyler said. "So, yeah. There's that."
"There's what? Who's Trish and Jenni?"
"Dude, I told you, Spanish study group." Tyler sounded irritated. "Our first test is next week and I skipped twice already."
"Oh. I guess you're busy then." Danny sighed. "Yeah, okay. Well, maybe tomorrow, I guess."
"No, fuck that," Tyler complained. "We can meet up today, we didn't get to hang out at all yesterday." More wind, and then some loud music or something as maybe a car passed by? "Like I said," Tyler's voice was lost to the background for a moment. "...if I didn't already agree to it I'd totally ditch."
"Tyler, I can't hear you, I keep catching like, every other word you say," he said. "Sorry."
"Nevermind." He imagined he could hear Tyler's eyes rolling. "I'll make it work, let's meet for dinner, like six, is that okay? Chipotle? I can meet up with Trish and Jenni after dinner."
Danny frowned, a little jealous that he was still gonna hang out with his Spanish study buddies, and then mad at himself for being jealous, but jealous just the same. "Yeah, I guess, but dude, that's so far away. I wish you were closer."
"I can come up there, like BW3's or something?"
"I don't want you to lose your parking spot. There's nowhere for your parking pass to park around here, and if you get another ticket you're gonna lose your parking pass."
"So come over," Tyler insisted. "You can stay the night, I can see if Trish and Jenni wanna just come to the common room for our study sesh."
Why did he keep bringing them up? It was making it hard to not be pissy about the female Spanish students. "What about your roomie?"
Tyler sniffed. "Bobert 'Merica Bobberson the third can rot in hell for all I care."
Danny snorted, then sobered. "He can't be that bad."
"Oh, he is. A true fucking 'Merican, always talking about his fucking guns and how hard he'd fuck any girl who walks by our building, as if I needed to know it. I can't stand the tard. He's got one of those stupid mudflap chick stickers up in our window, and when I complained about it the RA told me that living with someone else was all about compromise. Compromise my ass, fucking flag-waving hick is a giant ball of smegma."
"He's not usually there, right? Around dinner? I could come over with food," Danny offered. "I can take the bus."
"Shit, Danny, I gotta go or I'm gonna be late. Later." Tyler hung up without waiting for him to say bye.
Danny sent a quick text, 'Come to my dorm, spend the night?'
He knew the answer already, and Tyler confirmed it. 'Your RA isn't gonna let me in.' He sighed, knowing it was true. His RA was really strict about visitors to dorm singles.
He tried to go back to his American History homework but he didn't really care anymore. He missed Tyler something fierce. It was a harder transition than he'd anticipated. In high school he saw Tyler every day, several times a day. They hung out almost every night, had lunch together, drove around. Now, though, their schedules didn't match at all and their dorms were on the opposite sides of campus.
Danny was frustrated. He thought about jerking off, but the hopes of seeing Tyler tonight had him hesitating. He'd rather come on Tyler's cock, if he was being honest. His asshole twitched in agreement. They hadn't even sucked each other off in over a week, and it was in the back seat of Tyler's car because they couldn't find anywhere else and it had been too long.
Instead of masturbating he re-adjusted his half-chub, then got his books together and shoved them in his backpack. He'd pick up a bite to eat on his way to Trig, then check the bus schedule.
The day dragged on. Tyler texted him when he was halfway to his dorm, riding a bus that was disgusting enough it could've benefited from poorer lighting. 'Bobberson son of Bobertington is gone, went drinking with his arsehole friends!'
Tyler had started using the word 'arsehole' in texts recently, but he didn't actually ever say it out loud. Danny smiled, thinking he would ask about it when he saw him, then texted him back a thumbs up emoji. He opened his Grub-hub app and ordered them burgers from Eden Burger, he had their usuals preloaded to save time.
He got a confirmation that the burgers would be delivered in twenty five minutes, putting the timing right along when he would get there. He let Tyler know then smiled at his phone, trying hard to keep himself from getting hard just from anticipation.
Tyler was waiting for him at the bus stop. "Fucking finally," he said, trotting up to him. Danny thought he was going to hug him, but he pulled back at the last second. "Took you long enough."
"Good thing your arsehole roomie is out for the night, eh?"
Tyler nodded and smiled his goofy smile, then turned and led him towards his building. "Damn straight. Heads up, it smells like a fucking Axe delivery truck overturned in there, I opened the window so I hope it's dissipated enough by the time we get back up there."
Danny shrugged, following Tyler. "Bob dressed up or something?"
Tyler sniffed, then pulled open the outer door to his dorm. He held up his ID and the inner door lock popped with an audible click. "He thinks he's gonna find him some pussy. I hope he does, just so he doesn't come back tonight. Hey, just gonna run to the RA's desk and see if our food is here yet."
He lopped behind Tyler, his mood lighter than it had been all week. He didn't realize how much he missed just being around Tyler until they went to college. He hadn't realized how much less of a person he felt like when Tyler wasn't around, incomplete. It was like he lost one of his senses, and he knew that sounded needy and pathetic, so he'd never say it out loud, but he still felt it.
He hung back as Tyler talked to his RA. Tyler turned around and held up a bag of burgers and a huge thumbs up and Danny followed him to the elevators, the smell of burgers and fry grease leading the way.
"I hate this semester," Tyler complained once the elevator doors shut. It smelled like a basement that had been wet, but dried out, then got wet again. "I wish I could afford a single like you."
Danny swallowed hard, suddenly very embarrassed. He knew what Tyler meant, but since he'd been disowned, Tyler was depending on his scholarship for everything he had. "I could try to get transferred, see if we could room together."
Tyler exhaled loudly. "Not likely. You'd probably just end up in a double somewhere else and not with me."
"There's gotta be a way," he said. "What if we joined a fraternity or something? We can rent a house or something when we're sophomores, that's not too far from now."
Tyler sidestepped around two guys in the hall throwing a football up and down the corridor. "Watch out. And, yes, it totally is. Like a million years. I can't stand not seeing you every day." He unlocked his door and pushed it open. "And, until I find a job, I can't afford to rent anything."
"I could-"
Tyler whipped around, stopping him before he could say anything else. "I know you could, but you won't. That's not why, I don't, just no."
"But Tyler, I don't mind, it's, I just wanna help."
"I said no. I'll find a job, save up money. If we're gonna rent a place, I'll pay my fair share."
Danny frowned and shut the door behind himself so he didn't have to see the anger in Tyler's eyes. "I don't get why it bothers you so much," he grumbled.
"I won't leech off you. I don't need your money, Danny," Tyler insisted, putting the burgers down. He sighed, shaking his head. "Nevermind. Let's eat."
Danny sat down on Tyler's bed, Tyler took his desk chair. Danny had only been in Tyler's dorm twice, this was the third time now. He could tell that Tyler and Bob had figured out their living situation, it was very clear where the line that divided the two territories ran. Tyler handed him his burger and he unwrapped it, glancing around Bob's side of the room.
Three different posters of bikini girls on his wall around his desk. One had a girl in a one piece swimsuit laying on a beach towel with her leg propped up and a playful smile on her glossy lips, big black sunglasses covering her eyes. The second one was a blonde woman with big, bedroom eyes and a swimsuit that barely covered her assets. Water dripped down her body as she suggestively sucked on a popsicle. The third was a girl bareback on a horse, a thong between the huge orbs of her ass as she smiled over her shoulder at the camera.
