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Author: Torrian Ferguson
second he looked like he wanted to go see for himself. But I guess the snarl on my face prevented that from happening.
“I feel like I just walked into the world’s biggestorgy.” I just sat on the edge of the bed and put my head in my hands. “This has got to be a bad dream. There is no way I can live with these people.”
I looked up and Eric was standing to the door. “Can I come
in?” “Sure.”
He sat down next to me and reintroduced himself to me. Then he started telling me a little bit about himself.
“I’m an elementary education major and I graduate in May. Our roommate Michelle is a little ghetto but she’s a good person.”
“I haven’t met her yet.”
“Yes you have, she was the one in the bathroom.”
We both looked at each other and busted out laughing. Eric turned out to be okay. Even Brandon was comfortable around him. They seemed to hit it off very well.
It was about 3:00 in the morning and the crowd was dying down. I still hadn’t said a word to Michelle. Every time she saw me she looked like she wanted to kick me in the face.
Eric, Brandon, and I sat in my room and talked for hours. Eric told us that he was bi-sexual. I didn’t have a problem with it and, surprisingly, neither did Brandon. He seemed almost at ease with it. I’m not the kind of person that gets all into my business with you until I really know you. So, I just told him little things about me. Nothing major.
Since we drove up and I was keeping the car. Brandon had to fly back. His flight left at 7:00 a.m. so he wanted to try and grab a few hours of sleep before he had to go. I wanted to give him some, but by the time Eric left my room, Brandon was snoring and I didn’t want to wake him. But something was puzzling me. I could not figure out what that raspberry smell was in my room.
I awoke to the smell of stale beer and marijuana residue. As Brandon lay in the bed, I just laid next to him and tried to soak up the last few minuets he and I had together before he left to go back home. I’ve been with him for the last eight years. I know everything about him. I know his favorite color, foods, movies, everything. It feels like we were meant to be together. We started dating in the seventh grade. He’s been my soul mate since then. We have plans on getting married and starting our own Gourmet Bakery one day. Since he’s majoring in Business Administration and I’m in my junior year majoring in Culinary Arts it just seems obvious the career path we have chosen.
As he awoke and started to stretch, the early morning sun peaking through the blinds hit his body at the perfect angle. He is my Adonis. All six foot four inches of him belongs to me. His dark skin seems to glisten as the sun reflects of his well toned chest. I rolled over ready to offer him my body before he left.
“Oh shit baby. My plane leaves in forty five
minuets!” My bubble was burst just that fast.
After seeing Brandon off at the airport, I went back to the house to try to get things situated. I really do like Eric, but I’m still not sure if I was going to stay or not. When I walked in Eric was in the kitchen on the phone. Michelle was sitting on the couch watching T.V. I walked in and introduced myself.
She said, “What’s up?” Without even looking at me.
I sat down beside her and started asking her questions about herself. “Where are you from?”
“Orlando.”
“Great, I’m from Miami. What’s your
major?” “P.E.”
“How old are
you?” “20.”
Michelle was acting like I was irritating her. I guess Eric got the same impression, because he came in the room and started asking me questions about Miami. I told him about South Beach, Aventura Mall, Bayside, and many of the popular tourist attractions. He told me he always wanted to go there because it sounded so exotic. Miami has its moments. I never really got to enjoy most of it, because my parents are so strict. They never wanted me to venture into Liberty City, Overtown, Opa-Locka, or any of
“I feel like I just walked into the world’s biggestorgy.” I just sat on the edge of the bed and put my head in my hands. “This has got to be a bad dream. There is no way I can live with these people.”
I looked up and Eric was standing to the door. “Can I come
in?” “Sure.”
He sat down next to me and reintroduced himself to me. Then he started telling me a little bit about himself.
“I’m an elementary education major and I graduate in May. Our roommate Michelle is a little ghetto but she’s a good person.”
“I haven’t met her yet.”
“Yes you have, she was the one in the bathroom.”
We both looked at each other and busted out laughing. Eric turned out to be okay. Even Brandon was comfortable around him. They seemed to hit it off very well.
It was about 3:00 in the morning and the crowd was dying down. I still hadn’t said a word to Michelle. Every time she saw me she looked like she wanted to kick me in the face.
Eric, Brandon, and I sat in my room and talked for hours. Eric told us that he was bi-sexual. I didn’t have a problem with it and, surprisingly, neither did Brandon. He seemed almost at ease with it. I’m not the kind of person that gets all into my business with you until I really know you. So, I just told him little things about me. Nothing major.
Since we drove up and I was keeping the car. Brandon had to fly back. His flight left at 7:00 a.m. so he wanted to try and grab a few hours of sleep before he had to go. I wanted to give him some, but by the time Eric left my room, Brandon was snoring and I didn’t want to wake him. But something was puzzling me. I could not figure out what that raspberry smell was in my room.
I awoke to the smell of stale beer and marijuana residue. As Brandon lay in the bed, I just laid next to him and tried to soak up the last few minuets he and I had together before he left to go back home. I’ve been with him for the last eight years. I know everything about him. I know his favorite color, foods, movies, everything. It feels like we were meant to be together. We started dating in the seventh grade. He’s been my soul mate since then. We have plans on getting married and starting our own Gourmet Bakery one day. Since he’s majoring in Business Administration and I’m in my junior year majoring in Culinary Arts it just seems obvious the career path we have chosen.
As he awoke and started to stretch, the early morning sun peaking through the blinds hit his body at the perfect angle. He is my Adonis. All six foot four inches of him belongs to me. His dark skin seems to glisten as the sun reflects of his well toned chest. I rolled over ready to offer him my body before he left.
“Oh shit baby. My plane leaves in forty five
minuets!” My bubble was burst just that fast.
After seeing Brandon off at the airport, I went back to the house to try to get things situated. I really do like Eric, but I’m still not sure if I was going to stay or not. When I walked in Eric was in the kitchen on the phone. Michelle was sitting on the couch watching T.V. I walked in and introduced myself.
She said, “What’s up?” Without even looking at me.
I sat down beside her and started asking her questions about herself. “Where are you from?”
“Orlando.”
“Great, I’m from Miami. What’s your
major?” “P.E.”
“How old are
you?” “20.”
Michelle was acting like I was irritating her. I guess Eric got the same impression, because he came in the room and started asking me questions about Miami. I told him about South Beach, Aventura Mall, Bayside, and many of the popular tourist attractions. He told me he always wanted to go there because it sounded so exotic. Miami has its moments. I never really got to enjoy most of it, because my parents are so strict. They never wanted me to venture into Liberty City, Overtown, Opa-Locka, or any of
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