"Give me your hand." he said, turning his head to the side so he could look at my confused face. "Just trust me, give me your hand."
I was frightened, but I gave my hand to the blond haired boy, his hands were cold on my sweaty ones, I would've been grossed out if I were him, but he pushed this thought out of my mind when he squeezed it tight. "You ready?" he asked, calmly.
I wasn't, but I nodded anyway.
He stepped forward and fell, pulling on my hand and pulling me with him.
The air felt amazing, but the only thought my mind would concentrate on was the splat I was sure was going to happen at the bottom. Jumping out of a plane was frightening. I was wondering when I would see the ground... and then I saw it. Ten seconds until I hit. Nine, eight, seven...
I gasped. Quickly, I sat up in my bed.
"Argh!" I exclaimed.
"What happened?"
I jumped, I wasn't expecting anyone to be awake. I turned my head and was staring into the green eyes of my roommate. He had brown hair and was extremely thin, everybody thought he was gay but he hadn't outted himself yet.
"Nothing, Jay."
"Oh, come on! You can't scream Ross's name repeatedly, scream, and then wake up practically crying and not tell me what happened!"
I felt my cheeks go red. "I screamed his name?"
"Repeatedly." he nodded, shaking from chuckles. "Stop blushing, you've been crushing on him since you started college."
"But it's gross!" I exclaimed, "he's seventeen and I'm twenty! I shouldn't like him like I do..."
Jay got down on his knees and pointed his open palms towards the ceiling. "Love knows no age." he sang, with his eyes closed. I threw a pillow at his head and laughed as was shot. "You guys might end up together someday." he said, opening his eyes and looking up at the ceiling.
"How do you know that?" I asked, silently praying that he had a legit answer.
"Well, anything is possible. The school roomed us together, didn't they?" he was back up on his bed now.
"Well, that's not a fair argument. Everybody here thinks you're gay."
He slumped his shoulders and made a face at me. "I said that they think that, I never said it was true. Geez, touchy."
"I've learned to ignore the fag comments. I mean, even if I were gay, it wouldn't make me any different." he said, getting off of his bed, "and back to our conversation, you're forgetting that you're going to meet Mr. Lynch in five days." He acted like a showgirl and started pointing to my tickets that were tacked to the wall.
"I guess you're right. and we're late to class."