Story based on the Best of Boyz II Men: the Millennium Collection. First chapter on End of the Road. Find out who the he is at the end of the chapter. Had a little trouble stretching this chapter and possibly the rest of the story to fit my word limit goal. And sorry if anyone gets confused, THE PERSON IT REVOLVES AROUND WILL BE REVEALED AT THE END OF THE CHAPTER. A lot of the times, I say something people don't listen that is why previous sentence is in caps.
He had been raised to be the best he could possibly be. His parents had always been supportive of him. He had never lacked anything growing up. The only mistake he will have ever made was falling in love. He knew a short time, after he met her that she was the one. He can still remember the moment, he met her.
He was fresh out of high school, when he had joined the military, at the tender age of 17. His parents had emphasized that he continue his education. And so, he is to start in the fall. He had chosen Rutgers. His parents didn't have to worry about helping him though. He had academic and athletic scholarships for a full ride. He had always gotten good grades and excelled when it came to soccer. His parents didn't expect anything less.
They hadn't ever been rigid with him. They just emphasized that they wanted the best for him; so he wouldn't have to struggle later in life. But they also never pushed him to do anything, he didn't want to do. Even though, he had grown up in a well off family and good-looking, they kept him grounded, so he was in no way stuck up. This principles stayed with him .
He had been dropped off by his parents. Once he had put everything away, he went to find the Dean. He had been given an invitation to personally be shown around by him.. The tour takes about two hours. He quickly adjusted to life away from his parents. He remained knee-deep in his studies and soccer, that six years pass. He has been a graduate program for a couple of years now..
He has been taking a full load of classes. And remaining on the soccer team each year. By his second year, he had become the team captain. He never let anything distract him, because that is how his parents had raised him. He is halfway from acquiring his masters. He is 21. It helped that he also got nothing but A's every semester. It is currently 1998..
And has four more years, before he gains his Ph.D. And should be done in 2001. Not to mention, the agreement he has made to serve his country when it's all over. He had already attended boot camp fours years ago. And has been in reserve duty, until he is done with school. Then he will join the military full-time. His upbringing and hard work are paying off. He knows his parents are nothing but happy and proud of this.
He is currently studying for one of his exams, when one of the few female friends he has comes over. He has thought her to be pretty. However, despite their flirtations; he would concentrate more on his studies. She sits right next to him, laying her head on his shoulder. He allows it. She invites him to a party that is being held the next month.
They spend hours like this, before he decides to call it a day. He accepts her invitation. His roommate, Marcus approaches them. She leaves. His roommate asks why he never asks her out. "I am too busy," He tells Marcus. "Whatever, man, I wouldn't mind going with her." Marcus says. "Then ask her out." He says. "I don't have a chance, she likes you too much." Marcus says.
"You really think so." He asks. "Dude, you totally failed to see how she looked at you before leaving. " "Anyway, I actually came to get you ,because some of us (people in their dorm) are getting together tonight." "You should come you spend too much time being by yourself." "It won't kill you to go out once in a while." "I won't take no for an answer." Marcus says. He gives in after Marcus says this.
He shows up at the location Marcus told him, hours later. It is a popular hang out for the college crowd. He has been too busy to go there until now. He walks in to see the place packed. It is a Friday night after all. It takes him awhile to find Marcus. Marcus has a table that is occupied by the other guys from the dorm. He recognizes most of them. He and Marcus greet each other. Marcus hands him a dart. They play for a while, before grabbing drinks, Marcus's phone informs him he has received a text. "My friend is coming over to join us soon." Marcus says.
"And who is this friend?" He asks. He and the others stay quiet waiting for Marcus's answer. "She's…" Marcus tries to explain. He decides to mess with Marcus. "Oh, looks like someone has a girlfriend." He ribs into Marcus. "Shut up, man." "I and every other guy wishes she was their girlfriend." "And what about you, dude; you have never left campus til now." Marcus jokes back, and continues to give him a hard time. He takes it with stride, knowing that Marcus doesn't mean it. He and the group, including Marcus laughing at his expense.
An hour has gone by. His back has been to the door. Marcus is telling the others how he reacted the first time he had been sleepwalking. He is embarrassed that Marcus told the others are guys after all. He notices all the guys have gotten quiet. Marcus's face lights up in a smile.
Marcus gets up to embrace the person who is obviously behind him. He turns around to see who Marcus's friend is. He is floored, like the others are. If his poker face didn't exist, his jaw would be hanging; and he would be able to hear the thump of his heartbeat. The most beautiful woman is standing in front of him. Even more than Julianna Margulies who is named the most beautiful woman according to People Magazine for this year (1998).
She has the loveliest green eyes. Her hair the shade on the verge of a deep red, reaching the mid of her back.. She is a wearing causal dress. Yet, the garment simply enhances her beauty. She is wearing open toe sandals, with an intricate design. Its like she is sex on legs; a true goddess. It doesn't help him that it also seems as if her legs go for miles.
He hasn't realized him had tuned out Marcus introducing her. He manages to find his voice, after the ten seconds of silence. "Ashley James." She responds, holding her hand out. He reaches out with his and shakes her hand. Holding while thinking how soft it feels, and his thought process immediately thinks of the things he would like to do to her. She lets go of his hand, when she sees the look in his eyes.
Marcus excuses himself, seeing that he is clearly a third wheel. "Would you like a drink?" He asks. "Yes." She answers. And that is where they are at the end of the night, the bar. They have long ago abandoned their friends. Last call is announced. He buys her one more round of tequila. He has never met a woman; before who can handle as many shots as she has had, and still seem sober.
Clearly, she seems like the whole package. Ignoring the thought that everyone has some fault. No one is perfect. In time, he will discover her one and only shortcoming. However, that is not for some time, years from now.
He comes out of his daydream. The other man in the room is looking at him concerned. "Are you okay, Tom?" The man asks. "Yes, Mr. President." "I was just thinking of particular memories." He answers. "I already told you, you can call me by Fitz." "I trust you and like to think we are friends, Tom." Fitz says. "I couldn't do that, sir." "It would be inappropriate and unprofessional." Tom responds.
"I'm sorry, sir." "But what did you call me in here for?" Fitz smiles, knowingly. "Since you were space out for about five minutes; I invited you in because I need a favor." "Whoever she was, she must have been amazing." He tells Tom. Tom has a smile on his face that fails to reach his eyes. "She was; she was my Olivia." He tells the President. Grant changes the topic, not wanting to prolonging the pain Tom is clearly in. "Back to that favor…" He tells Tom. And they spend the next few minutes discussing the plan Grant has come up with.
