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Summary: Ryan, Sharpay, Chad, and Martha are all attending the University of New Mexico. Goes through all the trials and tribulations of being a college freshman. Eventual TroyxRyan. I really am not good at making summaries. Will probably be long story, so please don't complain about the story progressing slowly. It is meant to be long.
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Chapter 1: Moving In and a Slight Surprise
"So college has finally started," I thought to myself as my parents pulled into the entrance of the Binghamton University in New York.
Quick overview. My name is Ryan Evans and I am nineteen years old. I recently graduated from East High school in Albuquerque, New Mexico. My senior year was amazing, but it went by way too fast. During that time, I realized that I was gay, but I have not been able to tell anyone thus far. It probably wouldn't come as a surprise to many people considering how high school was for me. Heh, all the drama productions and all the…
"Ducky, what are you laughing at?" my mom asked.
"Nothing," I said trying to stifle another giggle.
She grabbed my hat and ruffled my hair before turning around in her seat.
"Mom," I said quickly unbuckling and reaching forward for my hat.
"Sit back in the seat son, we are still driving," dad said.
I sat back down feeling rather disgruntled after losing my hat, but began to think at the same time. I have been doing that a lot more recently. But seriously Ryan, think about it! No more having to follow Sharpay like a poodle. No more having to do whatever Dad says. I will be free. I have to admit, I am a little afraid of my dad and I do my best to try and placate him, but sometimes, it just doesn't seem enough. That's why I chose this college far away from New Mexico. I heard Gabby came here because her cousin lives nearby. Ugh, and all I wanted to do was to get away from these people.
No, I cannot say people. I will miss my mom. She and I are extremely close, and I will miss the late night talks and the afternoon yoga sessions, but I will stay in contact with her. Hopefully I won't miss her too badly. I mean, college is supposed to be fun and exciting. A way to meet new people and broaden our horizons. Okay, so I didn't really think of that. It was on the pamphlet that we got during orientation.
"Alright, we are here," Dad said as we pulled up to the Newing dorm rooms.
"Excellent," Sharpay exclaimed. She quickly jumped out of the car and went to the back to begin unloading her luggage.
Of course, I will not be completely rid of my sister. She wanted to make sure to go to the same college as me to "keep up the reputation of the Evans twins". I am just glad I am living on the other side of campus.
Naturally, we will be dropping her off before they take me up to my room. I am going to live in Smith in the Hinman area. I wanted to make sure to have a suite. I don't think I could ever share a bathroom with the whole floor; it is disgusting.
"Ryan, get out here and help us unload," Dad said.
Rolling my eyes, I quickly answered, "Coming dad."
I got out of the car and began unloading Sharpay's many bags and suitcases. I guess I can't really complain about how many there are because she only had one more bag than I did, but it didn't make it any easier on us. Eleven bags later, of which I carried seven, I was saying goodbye to my sister and my mom and I were heading back to the car, while my dad said goodbye to "his little girl."
I put my arm through my mom's and laid my head on her shoulder. "I am going to miss you a lot. You know that, right mom?"
Tears in her eyes, my mom pulled me into a big bear hug that left my rubs slightly sore. "You are a grown man now Ryan, you don't need your mother anymore. You have a good head on your shoulders, make sure to use it. Don't let anyone bully you into anything and stay focused."
I nodded and we continued our walk together to the car.
Again, my thoughts began to wander as we got into the car and waited for dad to catch up. I wonder what my suite mates are going to be like. That has been my major fear since finding out where I was living. I hope that they will like me and that we will have a lot in common. Most of all though: they had better be clean people. I cannot deal with un-cleanliness.
The driver side door to the car opened and made me jump. "A little jumpy, aren't you Ryan," dad said mockingly.
I stuck my tongue out at him and he frowned before chuckling to himself. "Are you ever going to grow up?"
I shook my head. "I may grow up, but I will always be a kid at heart. It is too much fun and it relieves a lot of stress."
He shook his head and pulled out of the parking lot.
"What is the name of your dorm again Ryan?" Dad asked.
"Eh… Smith, I think."
"Tsk tsk Ducky. You don't even know the name of your own residence hall. You should be more on top of things," mom said sarcastically.
Oh she definitely earned seeing my tongue just like dad did. Just before I stuck my tongue out, I noticed a tall guy jogging with a couple of bags over his shoulder. He had shaggy brown hair and was wearing basketball shorts and a white t-shirt. Completely forgetting about my parents, I continued to watch him out of the corner of my eye until we finally got passed him. I was hoping to get a good look at his face, but my dad turned the corner and he passed out of sight.
Oh well. Turning my mind back to more important matters, I grabbed my hat from the seat next to me and began adjusting it to the correct angle as we approached my dorm building. It is a brick building with white accents that definitely did not look too pleasant on the outside.
Getting out of the car and moving towards the building, bags in tow, made me realize how atrocious the outer color actually was. I turned my gaze away from the awful color and opened the door for my mom and dad before following them inside.
I breathed a sigh of relief. Luckily, the inside was a completely different story from the outside. The walls were a nice, clean, cream color and the carpet seemed fairly new. To one side was a piano room and there was an entrance desk to the left inside an office. Ahead was a hallway that split into two directions, one going right into another hallway and one going left through a doorway. There was also a door going straight, but it had a big sign saying "Resident Director" above it.
"Honey," mom said tapping my shoulder. "We have to get your key and ID card now."
I turned around and entered the office. There were two people at the desk, both having name tags on their shirt. Ellen was on the left. She had medium length brown hair with a charming smile. She wore a nice pink blouse with black slacks.
On the right was Steve, or scuba as both names were on his name tag, though I think Steve is his actual name. He quickly rose from his seat and grabbed my hand. "Hey dude, whats up? My name is Steve, but you can call me Scuba and this here is my friend Ellen. We are both RA's for the building. What floor are you living on?"
"Eh, I am in 312."
"Awesome, I am going to be your RA," Steve said. "And you are…"
"Oh, sorry. I am Ryan Evans. Do you know if my suite mates are here yet?"
"Naw man, I don't really pay attention to who is here and who isn't. Ellen here will set you up with your ID card and keys. There is going to be a mandatory meeting on Sunday night at seven o'clock in the floor lounge. Make sure to tell your suite to be there, k?"
"Yeah. Thanks Steve." He nodded and I turned to Ellen who simply shook her head as Steve went to meet with the next person that approached the desk.
"Don't worry about Steve, he is always like that," she said with a slight chuckle. "So, what is your name?"
"Ryan Evans."
"And what floor?"
"Third."
"Ahh, you are lucky enough to have Steve as an RA."
"Yeah, thanks," I said rolling my eyes.
Ellen sorted through her assortment of paperwork and handed me an ID card with my picture along with a set of two keys.
"The larger key is the door to the suite and the smaller is to your actual room. If you need any help with anything, don't hesitate to ask anyone. Good luck moving in!"
"Thanks," I replied.
Heading back to my mom and dad, we walked through the hallway and took the door to our left. We walked along another short hallway and got into the elevator to take us up to the third floor.
The elevator ride was rather uncomfortable, considering I had my ten bags with me in the small elevator. We managed to fit the suitcases in, but there wasn't room for all three of us in the elevator.
"I'll go ahead and take the stairs guys. Meet you upstairs!" I said as I opened the door next to the elevator and began walking slowly up the stairs.
"I can't believe I am going to be meeting my roommates now. I wonder who else is going to be on my floor. Will they like me?" I thought
Before I knew it, I was at the top of the stairs and my parents were waiting in front of the elevator with my bags.
"Come on Ducky, we have to find your room."
I grabbed a few of my bags and began walking down the hall, looking for my room. Across from the elevator, there was a room that looked to be already partially decorated. "Obviously a girls suite," I thought. Continuing on, there were two more suites until we reached a large open area. It had a couch, two chairs, and a living room table set up much like a living room. Above the couch was a notice board that had a banner that said, "Welcome to the 3rd floor lounge," in big blue letters. On the right side of the lounge, there was a large table with six of the most uncomfortable looking chairs ever around it. Behind the table, there were three large blue bins with large labels on each. One said plastic; one said paper; one said aluminum.
On the opposite end of the lounge, there was another hallway leading to more suites. On the right was mine: 312. The door was open and a tall, albeit somewhat rotund guy was walking into the room directly on the right, also known as the "A Room."
"Hey, my name is Dan," he said as he put out his hand. I dropped one of my bags and shook his hand.
"Name's Ryan."
On the left ran a wall and a door that led to the bathroom. Continuing onward, there was another room on the right (the B room). The common room was somewhat smaller than I expected with a table, small couch, two chairs, a lamp, and a desk for a television, I assumed. At the end of the common room was a door that led to my room; the C room.
I dropped my bags and unlocked my door. Upon opening the door, my jaw visibly dropped.
"ECK! This room is tiny! Where I am I going to put my hats? Where am I going to put my shoes? Where are all of my clothes going to go?"
"Settle down son. If we made it work for your sister, we can make it work for you. Besides, you have less stuff than her and you have a common room. We can put your refrigerator, television, and bookcase out there."
"Come on Ducky, I'll make your bed!"
So began the long process of moving my room around until I was satisfied. In the room were two beds, each with new mattresses, two dressers, two desks with chairs, and two closets. Under each desk was a small set of drawers for office supplies.
After getting my room situated, I realized that it wasn't going to be as bad as I had first thought. My bed was situated against the window and up against my roommate's dresser. My small set of drawers was placed next to the head of my bed to be used as a nightstand. Right next to that was my desk, with my office chair from home. My garbage bin was next to my desk and my closet was right there after that.
"Well Ducky, I guess that we will be going. We'll let you organize things the way you want to. I think you can handle taking care of your clothes and everything else. Do you want to walk me to the car?"
"Sure mom."
We left the room and walked in silence back to the car. It was actually a comfortable silence. When we finally got to the car, my mom looked at my and enveloped me another hug.
"You take care of yourself. I love you so much and I know you will do great!"
Patting me on the back, my dad added, "Good luck son."
I nodded my head into my mom's shoulder and we parted. They got in the car and waved once before driving away.
I made my way back to my dorm and slowly went up the stairs. Before I knew it, I reached my room and I looked at my suitcases full of clothes.
"I better start sooner rather than later."
Three hours later, my clothes were organized, hats taken care of, computer and printer set up, refrigerator running, back was sore, and I was definitely ready for an afternoon nap.
Before that thought, I better check my e-mails. I turned my computer on and waited for a while for it to boot it. As it did so, I began to think. I am going to miss a lot of people from high school. Sure, some are coming here, like Sharpay and Gabby, but Troy, Chad, and Kelsi went stayed in Albuquerque for college. I'll miss all of them.
The incessant beeping of the computer interrupted my thoughts and brought me back to the here and now. An alert came up telling me that I had two new e-mails.
The first was from Chad:
Hey Ryan!
Dude, my roommate is awesome man! Have you moved in yet? Where are you living? Met your roommate yet? We'll Skype soon… call me! -Chad
The second said that I had a Facebook message from Troy. I quickly signed on to Facebook to check my messages. I had to stop myself and read the message again just in case I misread it.
Ryan,
Just wanted to let you know that… I TRANSFERRED TO Binghamton! Aren't you excited? I can't wait to see you and hang out! Come visit me tomorrow, I am living in Smith, room 312!
See ya later Ry!
Troy
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