Thread: College Daze (Grave x Kay)

Brandon Price was excited, since today was the first day that he would be starting college. Having grown up in Chicago, Illinois, he was excited to be accepted to Tall Oaks University in Manhattan, New York. He was eighteen years old and ready to begin pursuing his dream of making his band, Trigger, the hottest new band on the scene. As lead guitarist of Trigger, he knew that honing his talent would be a big part of making that happen. After getting off of the subway, he began to walk the remaining few blocks to the university. His light brown eyes took in the scene all around him, and he could not believe that he was actually here in the Big Apple. Brandon felt a slight breeze blow through his neck length black hair, and was thankful that he was wearing a gray hoodie and blue jeans for the upcoming fall weather. He was a tall 6'4, and so was a bit taller than the rest of the freshmen that were registering at the university for the upcoming semester. Brandon had gotten his books a week before, and now was just the question of finding his dorm room and meeting his roommate. For the freshman class, they had their dorms in Adams Hall, named after President John Adams, and the dorms were co-ed. Brandon was hopeful that he would get a male roommate, as bunking full-time with a female his first time away from home seemed like it could get awkward. The Room Adviser gave him room 207 on the second floor, and so he made his way up the stairs. Brandon found his room, and gently knocked on the door. Yeah, it's open! a man's voice on the other side called. Brandon entered the room and saw that there were two separate beds and desks, as well as two closets and one bathroom. His roommate looked like a muscular athlete, but he had a ready smile that put him at ease. Hey there, he said, I guess you're my roomie? Yeah, I'm Brandon Price. James McDermott, the sandy-haired young man replied. The two shook hands and began putting their stuff away. So, where are you from, Brandon? You don't have a New York accent. I'm from Chicago, actually. Are you a native New Yorker? Yup, I'm from just down the way in Queens. The two made small talk as they put their stuff away. The last thing Brandon unpacked was his guitar case, which he put in a corner of the room. Oh, you play guitar, huh? Bass or electric? I play lead guitar in my band back home, so electric, Brandon replied. Nice, man. College chicks love musicians, so I'll bet you'll be a big hit. Brandon chuckled and put his bag in the closet, thinking that he wouldn't mind meeting some girls. Speaking of chicks, James began, there's a big party tonight in our dorm. Adams House has a tradition, you know. Brandon turned to him, a curious look on his face. Tradition? Yep. For the first two weeks, all the freshmen in Adams House have a wild party. Booze, chicks, the works. My brother went here a few years ago and he told me that he got so much pussy it was unreal. If you're still sporting a v-card, that sucker is about to be null and void. Brandon chuckled nervously. He actually still was a virgin, and even though he was good-looking and in a band, he had not been that intimate with a woman yet. James put on a hat and turned it so that the brim was in the back. Let's head to that party, man. It's just down the hall. Brandon nodded and the two left the dorm room to head to the party. When Brandon and James walked into the party, they instantly stood out for being tall. James was 6'2, but with his athletic build, the ladies honed in on him quickly. A few of the girls smiled at Brandon, but none of them approached him just yet. Brandon went to the table that had red solo cups of booze, and contemplated whether he should have one. Deciding against it, he decided to look out the window at the large and well-lit campus. It was just when he turned around to join the party that he was surprised by someone approaching him.