One day, Reid decided, he was going to find Ryan Reynolds and punch him right in the junk. College was nowhere near as awesome as he had been lead to believe. Hell, he didn't want to stay for the rest of the semester, let alone the next seven years.
Why did he have to go to college? Wasn't that, like, not necessary for old money kids? He hadn't even declared a major.
Reid was never one for small towns, but God, he missed Ipswich. New York was big. Really big. So big that Reid preferred to stay in his dorm rather than brave the rest of the campus, filled with the numerous douche-bags that NYU had to offer.
He looked over at the empty bed across the room, its occupant out at some party, no doubt.
He didn't belong here.
He belonged in the front seat of a Hummer, driving to Walmart because there was nothing good on TV that day. He belonged in detention for filling Spenser's pool with rubber ducks.
He belonged with his Baby Boy.
Reid's phone rang, causing him to topple off the side of his bed in surprise. He quickly grabbed it and answered, "Hello?"
"Reid? Why do you sound so spazzy?" Tyler's voice asked, causing Reid to grin.
"I fell off the bed."
Tyler laughed. "I miss your dumb ass."
"I miss you too." Reid whined, "College sucks, don't ever go."
"Senior year sucks. Ipswich sucks. Life sucks."
"You know, with this much sucking going on, you think we'd be in better moods."
Tyler's heavy sigh crackled across the earpiece, causing a shiver to run down Reid's spine, "Seriously."
"I'll be home in 12 days for break."
"We're gonna oreo Caleb's car, get drunk and re-watch The Breakfast Club, and then have lots and lots of sex, 'kay?"
"Have I mentioned that I am madly in love with you?"
Tyler chuckled, "You may have let it slip in passing."
Reid turned off his bedside light and slid under the covers, "I really do, though."
"I know. Love you too, babe."
Reid smiled, his day suddenly not so bad, "So tell me about the new freshmen, any sweet jail bait?"
AN: Nothing against NYU students, I'm sure they're very nice. Also, oreo-ing someone's car involves twisting open many, many oreos and sticking them to the car c: