Chapter 1:
NYU
Background: It's been almost two months since the 2006 Hillridge High School graduation, and David "Gordo" Gordon has been accepted to NYU's prestigious film program. Not sure how he and Lizzie really left things, he left home and arrived to NYU week and a half before classes. Gordo knows he'll always love Lizzie, but they agreed to take things their separate ways since they're on opposite coasts.
Authors note: I'd like to eventually reunite the perfect couple, but I'm practicing writing in other characters. I'm planning on Gordo having flashbacks of his and Lizzie's relationship over the years, eventually leading to Gordo having to decide between two amazing women, but we'll see where the story takes me!
Thursday, August 24th, 2006
David "Gordo" Gordon woke up slightly groggy from the nigh before. Forgetting where he was, he looked around his new dorm room and began to get his bearings. He was finally here at NYU like he had been dreaming about for years, ever since he received his first video camera from his parents.
Still lying in bed, Gordo looked around and decided his unpacking stills were pretty decent for an eighteen-year-old guy, especially seeing as he moved across the country by himself. He was lucky that his parents were wealthy enough to pay for his tuition, but they even sprung for a single dorm room that he got all to himself. His dorm room was pretty basic; entering through the door, the room was painted boring beige. It was longer than it was wide, with a big window at the end and the radiator underneath the window. Gordo's single bed was in the left corner with the head at the window, complete with a side table, and parallel to his bed was a sturdy work desk and chair. Above his desk were four lines of shelves, presumably for books, however Gordo used it to display all his film equipment and tapes.
Gordo brought all his film equipment and videos he'd been taking since… forever. He hardly watched any of them anymore, but he figured it would be better to have them with him at school rather than laying around at home for his parents to stumble across. He also brought all his framed posters of classic films he aspired to, which he hung all around his new place to distract from all the beige. It was pretty closed quarters, but Gordo would rather have his own little space than share a bigger room with someone else. To be honest, he always wondered how guys shared rooms in college, because of, how could he explain it… "personal release", "self love", "jerking off", whatever you want to call it. With common co-ed bathrooms, and roommates, he wasn't sure how other guys did it. Maybe there was some sort of mutual understanding between male roommates. Speaking of which, how did you even have sex when you have a roommate whose bed is in the same room? Who was he kidding anyways; Gordo wouldn't be having sex no matter what type of dorm he had.
Gordo decided to get up, it was already 10:30am and he wanted to explore the campus before classes start on the 4th. He rolled out of bed and stretched, getting a glimpse of himself in his mirror hanging on his closet door. Although he grew from his 5'3 stick thin frame in junior high and the beginning of high school, he only stood at 5'5 and was still a bit lanky. He put on some muscle over the years, but it was purely due to an increase in testosterone levels. Shaking out his brown curls, he examined his face. It was a little scruffy after his car trip across the country to get to NYU, but he'd worry about shaving it later. Throwing on some dark wash jeans over his boxers, and a green t-shirt and dark green V-neck sweater, he grabbed his keys and set off through the dorm.
It was eerily quite as Gordo walked through the dorm hallways. He figured it was quite last night because he got to the dorm so late, but most of the dorms seemed empty. Maybe he jumped the gun and got to NYU way too early. Walking down the hall, all the dorm doors were closed, but as Gordo neared the exist, the last door on the right was streaming light into the hallway. Gordo glanced into it as he was passing, but stopped dead in his tracks.
It wasn't "The Rocky Horror Picture Show" poster that hung on the brick back wall, or the violent purple curtains hanging on either side of the window, or the mermaid type lamp on the bedside table. It was the half naked girl, her back facing the doorway, dancing around in her underwear.
Gordo was in slight shock, losing all control of his ability to move his feet. All he could do was stare. He noticed the girl was holding her head, pressing down her large black headphones to her ears, obviously listening to loud music. She was wearing black lacey type underwear, but Gordo couldn't see whether or not she was wearing anything on top because her long, brown wavy locks of hair covered her entire back. As she was rocking her head back and forth, she moved her hips in an entirely pleasing way. Gordo took in the rest of her physique; she was thin in the extreme, and her skin was incredibly pale. Even though she was quite thin, she looked soft somehow. Smooth. Beautiful. Gordo wondered what her face looked like, when suddenly without warning, she whipped her entire body around and was facing him. Their eyes met, and Gordo wanted to drop dead.