Farmboy
Fall Semester 2011
One
Man, Reagan was annoying.
If she wasn't helping him... well he wouldn't be here obviously.
"Levi, are you listening?" Reagan was jabbering on, again.
"Yeah I just..." there was someone at the door, she had freshman written all over her, oh it must be Reagan's roommate.
"You must be Cather," he said putting on a big smile, he held out his hand.
"Cath, she said indignantly, she was holding a box, oh she might need help.
Reagan had already unpacked and Cath was looking at her boxes behind him.
"Do you have more stuff downstairs?" he asked. "We just finished. I think we're going to get a burger now; do you want a burger? Have you been to Pear's yet? Burgers as big as your fist." He reconsidered and grabbed her arm.
"Make a fist." He said, she did. "Bigger than your fist." He adjusted and picked up her bag."Do you have more boxes? You've got to have more boxes. Are you hungry?" wow did he ever talk too much around cute girls she looked at her paper again, Reagan's name was on it.
"Reagan!" he yelled, "Look, your roommate's here." She stepped around him and he stole her cigarette. "Reagan, Cather. Cather, Reagan,"
"Cath," she corrected.
"I took this side," Reagan said, nodding to her dumped stuff, "But it doesn't matter. If you've got feng shui issues feel free to move my shit." Harsh, he thought, but so very like Reagan.
"Ready?" she asked. He turned to Cather; hey it would be rude not to ask.
"Coming?" she shook her head and he felt his heart sink as they walked out, maybe it was for the best, until he had everything under control.
He nibbled his burger, thinking, a strand of hair fell into his eyes, and he swept it out the way.
"What the fuck is wrong with you!" Reagan burst out, he looked up and saw the frustration in her eyes.
"Um," he blinked, "I just..."
"Is it the course? You know I'll help, or wait is this about girls? That new one got you going didn't she, I saw it in your eyes!"
"Her name is Cath and maybe, I dunno!" he saw a twinkle in her eyes, but he didn't want to be that guy anymore, he picked up his burger and left.
Flopping down on his bed, he sighed Reagan was right it was his literary course, and girls, he just didn't know if he liked this one or if the old him was kicking in. He thought of that him, poor under achieving Levi sex freak and hot guy, caring for his looks and parties. Every girl had been a challenge a new goal, but boring as soon as accomplished. Never read a book in his life, he couldn't say he had stopped using people, but only to help him now. He was different, or so he told himself.