ethan

My life is not what I want it to be.

My father and I haven't talked ever since I graduated highschool, my mom is off gallivanting throughout the country for her job, and my brother, he's been gone for a long time.

But I've dreamt that college would change all that, that I would finally have friends, and put all my past behind me, and just live, how I want to.

When I sat down on my dorm bed, the whole "you're an adult" thing finally hit me, like a fucking truck.

My brother, Andrew, had kept me in this little bubble, away from my father, that when he left, I had no idea what to do. I saw this whole different world when he left. Everything changed. But most of all, after he left, I finally learned what it was like to be completely and utterly alone. I realized that I didn't have as many friends as I thought I did.

I laid back on my bed, throwing my hand in my hair, my eyes catching a glimpse at the whole reason my life sucks

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I sat up as fast as I could, finally, I get to know who my soulmate for life is. The person I who will be my best friend, my wife, my every.....

Why does it say Tyler?

Wait, no that can't be right.

Oh no, what are Mom and Dad going to think? What is Andrew going to think?

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I decided to get my stuff unpacked, make myself at home, and at least be somewhat prepared for class tomorrow. I took my box of notebooks and such, dropping it onto the wooden surface of my desk, walking over to the other boxes I had in the hallway.

I had almost every box in my room, coming to my last box, which was full of all my clothes. I went to grab it, suddenly realizing how heavy it was when I stood up, nearly dropping it. Luckily, a girl ran up to me and caught it before it fell and busted open.

"Woah there!"

I looked up at the girl who was helping me. Her hair was bleach blonde, her skin was almost as pale as mine, and she seemed to have a quite different sense of clothing style. But it fit her well. She laid her backpack on the ground next to my door, helping me through the door and helping me set the box down in front of my closet.

"Thank you uh....."

"Amy!"

"Okay, Amy, thank you for helping me, I don't think I would have been able to get it in my room by myself."

"It's no problem, although that is something your roommate usually helps you with, but now that I'm looking around I can either assume that he's runnin a little late, or you don't have one. Am I right?"

"Yeah, I won't have one for a while. My roommate is a student up at a private medical school, but he's transferring here for a medical job at the hospital a couple miles away."

"What's his name? I might know him through my boyfriend."

"I actually don't know, I don't know much about him. I just know he's going to be a lot smarter than me."

She laughed at my self deprecating joke, a smile spreading across her face.

"You're funny. Hey, what are you doing for lunch? Me and my friend Kat are meeting my boy toy Mark for lunch and I'm sure he'd love to meet you."

"What makes you say that?"

"Well, he's a huge fan of video games and especially Marvel, and judging by this Ironman shirt you're wearing and the sick video game set up you have, I think you guys will get along just fine."

"Well, I don't have anything planned for lunch, so sure, I'd be more than happy to join you!"

"Cool, here, I'll give you my number. We're planning to meet by the fountain before heading out."

Amy took a pen from her messenger bag, scribbling her phone number on the back of my hand.

"What time should I meet you there?"

"Around noon? That should be good, yeah!"

"Okay, I'll see you then!"

"Bye Ethan! Nice meeting you!"

"You too, bye Amy!"

Amy walked out of my room with a wave of her hand, the nervousness of up and coming loneliness washed away.

I made a friend.