It seemed as if I was always moving around. It was always a new school year,
a new town. This time was different. I had no parents to live with so, I decided to live in a dorm room. I wish I could have lived alone, but I ended up with another guy.
Of course then I knew nothing of this guy, but as time went on we grew attached to eachother,
and we soon began to love eachother.
Let me start from the beginning.
::1 year before::
"Hm.. this school is bigger than the last one.... geeze I hope I don't get lost."
Of course, I did get lost, but I only had one class that day; I spent most of
my time doing a self tour. I found the cafe, the English building, the recreation hall, the gym, etc.
I also found the men's dorm. I just couldn't WAIT for that. Showering with people I don't know,
unclean bathrooms, and noise.
But when I got inside and found my room I noticed something that was different from the others:
I had gotten a special suite-like room. What a relief! There was a bathroom, a kitchen, a bedroom, and
a living space with T.V., radio, a table and bookshelf. Who cared about everything else when I had my own
bookshelf! Unless my room mate was just like me and had brought hundreds of books.
But he was quite the opposite. He was studying music. Blond hair, slender body and he played a sitar.
I, on the other hand, was short, skinny, and had a large book in which I kept notes of..well.. everything!
"So, you're studying music..?" My voice was quiet and shy.
"Yeah, this sitar is my life..what about you?" His voice, on the other hand, was strong and .. loud.
"I'm studying basic English...I like to read and such.."
"Cool.. the only English I like to use is in song writing."
"So..why do we get this nice room...?" My voice was hesitant; I didn't really like meeting new people.
"I dunno, the headmaster says we ran out of room here, so we get this nice place."
"Oh..I see."
Silence. That's all that was heard. Silence. Silence. Silence.
"Well, I have classes.. see you later."
"Bye..." That time I actually spoke louder seeing as he had went into the othe room to unpack.
I didnt even know his name yet. That was fine by me; he didn't know mine either.
I soon realized it was time for me to go to my class, as well.
When I arrived, I sat down and took out my note book. First day and we were already taking notes.
It was the basics like sentence structure, nouns, verbs, etc.
What you'd expect on the first day.
When class was finally over, I was tired. I hadn't slept much the night before because I was coming in on the bus.
It was 6 P.M. by the time I got back to my dorm room. He wasn't back yet.
"I wonder where he is.." I wispered to myself.
I prepared dinner for 2 and left his in the fridge. I don't know what I was thinking. I was cooking for someone I didn't even
know the name of; how could I possibly know what he likes to eat?
I finished as soon as he walked thorugh the door.
"Hey." He spoke in a nonchalant tone. I could see him as a rock star with many fan girls.
"Hi.. I cooked too much food, so I put some in the fridge if you were hungry.."
Why did I lie? I don't quite know. Perhaps it would have been embarrassing to say I cooked for you, the person I don't know.
"Thanks."
No response. What could I say to "thanks"? "Sure anytime"? Yeah sure.
But then I thought of something.
"Um.. what's your name..?"
"Myde."
"I'm Ienzo."
"Nice to actually meet you." His face wore a big grin; I began to smile too. "I'm going to shower, wanna join me?"
I began to blush.
"J-join you?"
"Yeah you know it'll be kinda like an ice breaker.. we will be living together after all."
"That's true.. okay..sure"
Showering with someone I don't know? An ice breaker? I'd been to hot springs before, so it's not that unusual, but this was private.
But why had I blushed? Perhaps I was... embarrassed? No, not embarrassed, but in love.
In love with someone I didn't even know. That was an absurd thought at the time, but it was true.
We removed our clothes and entered the shower.
It felt nice to enter the warmth of the bathing room. The best part was probably the privacy.
It was just us and not 30 other guys.
With his clothes off I noticed differences between our bodies. Not only was he taller, he was more muscular.
He obviously worked out or did martial arts or yoga. As he stepped under the stream of water, his hair began to flatten and
fall apon his face and the rest of his head. Mine just basically stayed the same. It gained some length due to the wetness.
"S-so.. you enjoy music, Myde?"
"Yeah. In my opinion, there isn't anything better than being able to listen to music. It affects you mood in so many ways."
"Hmm.. I read a study on something like that last year.."
"Nice. So, is reading really somthing you can do all the time, Ienzo?"
"Y-yeah.. I guess you really have to like it in order to read for hours like I do. I just find it really interesing how everything can be described
in words and not just pictures."
"Hahah but I prefere my picture books." We both looked at eachother and smiled. Then we began to laugh at Myde's statement.
I began to study him. I started with his head: his face was cute and his hair was blonde. His shoulders were wide (just a part of the male anatomy,
his chest was muscular along with his arms. His hands were kind of large, but not too big as if they were out of proportion with the rest of his body.
His wide chest began to slim down to a skinny waste. He had a mark around his waste from wearing a tight belt. There was something else I notice.
He had a dark blonde trail of hair leading down into his pubic area where more hair grew; each one curled in different directions. As water
ran down his body, it got caught in these hairs and dripped off the tip of his ...... He had a small butt, and it was perfect like the rest of him.
His legs were slender but still muscular; they were covered in the same blonde hair that coverd his crotch. And finally his feet, they were large
and maybe a size 12? I was only size 9.. I was short so what would you expect?
I think after a while he noticed me eye balling him.
"What are you staring at?" he asked.
"Oh! Sorry.. nothing.. I didn't mean to.."
"Hahah," he began to laugh, "It's alright. I noticed you were kinda cute yourself." He smiled.
"R-really?! You think so..?"
"Well sure! I couldn't help but check you out, too." He continued smiling.
We stayed in the bath for several minutes and talked about everything. What we enjoyed, what we liked to eat, the music we liked,
and yes even a book worm like me listens to music. By the time we left to get dressed, it was 8 o'clock.
We stayed up for most of the night watching T.V., chatting, and snacking.
I remember going to bed aroun 2. The day after was the start of the weekend anyway.