"I sold some tickets

To come see my downfall

It sold out in minutes

I saw friends in the front row"

Title Track - MGK

Chuck hated talking about his college years.

He had built up a reputation in college, a reputation that followed him into his adult life and into stardom. A reputation that his wife - ex-wife, he had to remind himself, - said destroyed their marriage. He could never bring himself to say that he agreed with her, to this day he had never said it out loud. But, in college, Chuck built up his reputation as a party guy. A fun guy, a guy who had girls fighting over him, a guy who everyone wanted to be around...A guy who was a fucking idiot.

So when people ask him about his college years, he'd always shrug, chuckle and say "Well, you had to be there." Then he'd walk away leaving the person disappointed, and aching for a crazy story from Chuck Charles.

There was a reason Chuck hated reliving those years. They were the best of times, the best of times that turned into the worst.

"Careful with that!" Chuck shouted as one of the movers dropped a cardboard box on their way up the dorm stairs. "That holds some of my most valuable possessions!"

The mover, whose name-tag read Doug, grumbled, picked up the box that he was sure was full of drug paraphernalia, and continued working his minimum wage job.

Chuck, completely unaware of the privilege that leaked off of him, and unaware of the line of freshmen trying to get into the doorway, stood at the bottom of the stairs, watching as the movers his father hired brought his stuff out of the moving van, and into him and Scott's dorm room.

Beside him, his best friend, Scott Baggs, looked around nervously.

"Uh, Chuck, you really didn't have to hire movers you know?"

"What do you mean? How else were we supposed to get all of our stuff into our dorm

room?" Chuck had his hands on his waist, staring up at the movers as if they were his employees.

"You know, it's not a dorm room, it's too big to be a dorm room, it's a fucking apartment. And we could've just carried our stuff in."

"Why do it ourselves when my dad could just hire someone to do it for us?"

Scott looked behind him at the grumbling crowd who were also trying to get moved into their new homes.

"Well, everyone is trying to get in but our movers are-"

Chuck shrugged him off, "it'll be fine. It's their turn soon."

After what felt like an eternity to those waiting, the movers had unloaded all of the stuff from their trucks and into the largest dorm on campus, and cleared the hallway.

Pam silently thanked God once everyone started moving. Her hands were starting to shake from carrying her two boxes, and she had almost forgotten about the suitcase she was lugging behind her.

"What kind of rich asshole moves his whole house into a fucking dorm room?" she groaned as she heaved her boxes and suitcase up the stairs.

She felt sweat trickle down the back of her neck, and not only were her arms shaking but now her knees were too.

"Fucking rich kids-" she was cut off by a body slamming into her, causing her fall back, sending her things down the stairs.

It was as if time stopped, she felt herself fall backwards in slow motion. Her hair sailed above her head, one foot was barely on the step, and she swore her soul left her body.

She saw her life flash before her eyes when suddenly, a hand gripped her wrist and pulled her up.

"Oh my god! I'm so sorry!" A disembodied voice shouted.

Her vision was blurred for a second as she regained her balance.

"Are you okay?!" The voice was frantic, as if it had just stumbled upon a dead body.

Pam's head spun, making her a little dizzy.

She shook her head, "Hey, i-I'm okay."

"Are you sure?"

She looked up, making eye-contact with a kind set of blue eyes. Her knees gave way. She hadn't noticed that she was holding onto his arms until he steadied her.

"Okay, maybe I'm a little dizzy," she breathed.

"I'll walk you to your dorm," he offered.

She nodded, and was about to follow him when she suddenly remembered her stuff. "Oh wait," she turned, her stuff was tossed at the bottom of the stairs. Luckly, everyone had found their dorms so it was just the two of them in the hall.

"I'll come get your stuff for you, let me take you to your dorm."

Pam sighed, she had to admit, she wasn't looking forward to coming back down to get her stuff. Plus, her body was already sore from waiting outside.

"Alright, it's on the fifth floor."

The guy chuckled, "it's fucking lunacy that they don't have elevators here."

Pam gasped, "I know!"

"I'm Scott by the way, Scott Baggs."

Pam smiled, "I'm Pamela, Pam for short. Pamela Sanchez."

Scott smiled at her, "nice to meet you, Pam."

She was embarrassed when she entered her dorm. It was one room, two beds, two closets, and a bathroom. Plus, neither her nor her roommate had been in the room to decorate or anything. So it was just two bare mattresses, and bare walls.

"Uhh, I haven't had a chance to do much to the place," she chuckled nervously.

Scott shrugged, "It's small, cozy, I like it. To be honest, I was kind of hoping something like this but my friend's dad was able to get us the apartment-"

"You're the asshole?!" Pam couldn't help herself, she had spoken without thinking. "Oh my god, I'm so sorry!"

Scott didn't respond, simply smiled and raised his hands slightly, "no, you're right. I'm really sorry about all that, it was my friend's idea. Like I said, I wanted something quaint like this, I thought it'd be good, I don't know, get to know him better, but his family is loaded so…"

Pam nodded, sliding her hands in her back pockets, "well, sorry to hear that you have to live in a big apartment because your friend is rich."

Scott's face turned red, "oh my god, no, no I didn't mean it like that, I just-"

Pam shook her head and smiled, "hey, it's okay, I'm just kidding."

Scott's face relaxed but it was still bright red, "I'm going to go get your stuff, you wait here."

"I'm so proud of you, son!" Chuck had called his dad as soon as the last box was unpacked. He knew what he would hear, I'm so proud of you! College is going to be the best time of your life! It's the best university out there, I went there! And while he loved talking to his dad, he couldn't quench the feeling of guilt as he did so.

"Thank you, Dad! I couldn't have done it without you!" It's true, he couldn't have. He was a failure without his family name.

"Nonsense, you're a Charles! It's in your blood! Are you and Scott settled in?"

Chuck looked around the living room, it was spacious, way too big to be in a dorm building, but it had been added on recently. Chuck's dad called the school, and practically offered to buy the apartment for his son.

"Yes, all of our stuff has been moved in, I don't know where Scott is though...he left to get snacks but he hasn't come back."

His dad ignored him. "Well, I am beyond proud that you are going to the same university as me, and even prouder that you are taking the same program that I took!"

Chuck chuckled, "well, I want to follow in your footsteps."

"You're doing great, son! We're so proud, your mother too!"

Chuck smiled, but it didn't match the way his heart sank at the mention of his mother.

He gulped, "tell mom I said hi."

"Will do! Good night, son!"

"Goodnight, Dad," as soon as Chuck hung up the phone, Scott bursted through the door.

His face was red, from exhaustion or embarrassment, Chuck couldn't tell. His hair was tussled, and he was breathless.

Chuck stood up, "uhh, are you okay?"

Scott smiled, "I met this girl."

Chuck's eyes wided, "you met a girl?! Already?!"

"Yeah, I was running down the steps, and I ran into her! She almost fell but I grabbed her before she could, I helped her to her room, and then brought her stuff to her."

Chuck narrowed his eyes, his friend did look...a little too excited. "And, uh, did she thank you for doing that for her?"

Scott rolled his eyes, and then nudged his friend playfully. "I was just helping her out, man."

"Yeah, well, you know what that leads to."

Scott shook his head but smiled, "maybe you'll be next, or are you still not over Helen?"

Scott walked over to their fridge, opened it, and then sighed in defeat. "I forgot the snacks."

"I haven't talked to Helen since she broke up with me, and yes you did, should we just go to the store together?"

Scott closed the fridge door, "yeah, let's go. I can tell you more about her on the way."

"Patricia, where the hell are you?!" Pam practically shouted into her phone while looking in a box of her things, completely horrified.

"Girl, I told you, i'm a little busy at work."

"I thought your shift ended half an hour ago."

"Overtime."

Pam sighed. She couldn't blame her friend for working overtime, her father's shop was busy and he was having trouble finding staff. Not only that but both Patricia and Pam had to work their way through college.

"I'm sorry, I'll let you go-"

"No, it's okay, I just gotta - BLT ON CIABATTA BUN FOR TABLE SIX!"

"Patricia," Pam said while rubbing her forehead. " I thought you were on your break."

Patricia ignored her, "what did you want to tell me?"

Pam looked down at a box of her things, biting her lower lip in embarrassment.

"I met a guy."

Patricia gasped, "what?! Tell me everything!"

Pam could hear the rattling of dishes, and the sounds of food frying on a grill in the background.

"I mean, nothing much happened," Pam rested her phone between her face and her shoulder, putting the box on the floor, and trying to fit the comforter on her bed with one hand.

"He bumped into me while I was carrying my stuff up, my stuff flew everything, and then he walked me to our room, and went to pick up my stuff."

"Ooo! Chivalry isn't dead!"

Pam ignored her, "but the thing is, I forgot about some stuff that I had in my boxes."

"What do you mean?"

Pam's cheeks turned red as she looked back down at the box. Her hot pink vibrator resting on top of her other belongings.

"I forgot about my vibrator..." Pam practically whispered.

There was a pause before Patricia burst out laughing.

Pam could feel her face burn, "it's not funny! I'm super embarrassed! I can never see him again!" She plopped down on her bed.

Patricia kept laughing, "what are you talking about?! Oh, he's definitely going to want to see you now, especially after you put that thought in his head…"

"I didn't put anything in his head!"

"When are you going to see him again?"

Pam sighed, she couldn't deny that she wanted to see him again. He was cute, and chivalrous like Patricia said. Also, when was the last time she got laid anyway?

Pam felt a sudden breeze. She looked out her window and onto the courtyard, spotting Scott walking towards the building with plastic bags in his hands.

"Oh my god, he's right outside."

"Go talk to him!"

Pam rolled her eyes, "I'm not going to call him from my window."

"I'm sure he'd like it."

"He's with someone else. Probably his rich friend that he mentioned."

"A rich friend?! Maybe you should get with him instead! He could pay your tuition."

Pam chuckled, "tempting but no thanks."

There was another breeze, the scent of grass hitting her in the face.

"I think I'll stick with the one who saved me."