Jamie O'Dell was Chris' roommate. He had bright red hair and bright green eyes so he looked like a leprechaun. For the most part, Chris couldn't complain about who his roommate was, except for the fact that Jamie constantly ate all of their food and he was a horny little leprechaun.

"Man, so she goes off like a fuckin Roman candle, and she was like oh God, oh God--"

"So there were fireworks?" Chris asked innocently and distractedly. He was trying to come up with an idea for supper.

"Not REAL fireworks, Chambers, I'm just trying to explain what it was like."

"I don't want to know what it was like," Chris said in an easy-going tone. He jumped onto the counter to check for hidden food in the highest cupboard.

"Anyway, as I was saying, Hannah and me, we're goin at it like fuckin rabbits, man--"

"Jamie," Chris said. "Did you forget about how I don't care about your sex life and don't particularly take please out of our discussions about your sex life?"

"Well, excuse me, I thought you'd care."

"Nobody cares, Jamie," he laughed. "Goddammit, did you eat all my spaghetti?"

"That was your spaghetti?"

"Was it YOUR spaghetti?"

"Well, I didn't pay for it, I know that."

"Then, gee, could it have been MY spaghetti?"

"There is a high possibility." Jamie gave him a look. "Fuck, Chris, you're extra bitchy today."

"Did you just call me 'bitchy?'"

"Why, yes I did." He dropped his voice to a stage whisper. "Do you have feminine problems I'm unaware of?"

"No, but I have a girl problem that involves an actual girl."

Jamie sat down on the counter. "I told you that you're not getting laid enough."

"That's not the problem," Chris told him, smiling.

"Okay. Pretend I'm your sex therapist. Are you addicted to sex? Does your girlfriend make you uncomfortable with her bondage fetishes?"

"It has nothing to do with sex." Chris raised an eyebrow at him. "Is that all you think about?"

"Isn't it all you think about?" Jamie grinned mischievously. "Anyway. Sorry. What's on your mind, buddy?"

Chris sighed. "Back home, I had a girlfriend that broke up with me before we graduated because she didn't feel like I felt the same way she did. But I really did love her--still do."

"This is a disgusting story, Chris," Jamie interrupted. "But go on."

"Thank you for your approval, Jamie. Anyway, my best friend Gordie from Castle Rock called today when you were showering, and he told me that Ren tried to kill herself. And she took off some place but he said he couldn't tell me where."

"Fuck," Jamie muttered. "So she was pretty messed up, eh?"

"No," Chris replied immediately and then stopped to reconsider. She wasn't here; he didn't need to protect her anymore. But he couldn't help it. "She's just sad. And she thinks that no one cared about her. I walked away from her and let her believe that I didn't think she was the greatest chick I'd ever met."

"She sounds nuts to me."

"The thing is," Chris said slowly. "Ren gave up everything to be with me."

"How noble."

Chris shook his head. "You should see her, man."

"Hot?"

"Like you wouldn't believe."

"Exact measurements? Come on, inquiring minds need to know."

Chris just grinned. "You wish, Jamie."

"Legs up to her neck?"

"You'll never know."

"You're killin me man," Jamie whined. "Hey, can you freeze beer?"

"Nope. It turns moldy."

"You know this from experience?"

"No, I just know," he said, somewhat defensively. "I don't drink."

"Damn. I made ice cubes the other day and I was hoping I could make some beer cubes today. Hey, what about pickle juice? Does it freeze?"

"Uhh…I wouldn't know." He grumbled and closed the cupboard door. "I need to eat."

"You also need to shave. The rugged look works on people such as myself, but on you, not so much."

"Go get us something to eat."

"I made ice cubes, remember?"

"That's nice. I refuse to eat ice for supper." He gave him an endearing look. "We need to eat."

"Fine. I'll go get Chinese or something. I might have to stop at Hannah's on the way to the restaurant, so you might have to deal with hunger pains for about three to four hours."

"More like three to four minutes," Chris shot back.

Jamie winced. "Ouch." He grabbed his jacket, disappeared into a bedroom, and came back out with some crumpled bills in his hand. "I just borrowed some cash from your money stash that you don't know I know about."

"Goddammit, Jamie, now I have to find a new hiding place."

"Go right ahead." He grinned. "I like looking for it." Someone knocked on the door and his eyes lit up. "Hahahaha could that be Hannah? Oh baby."

"Oh God," Chris muttered.

Jamie threw open their door. "HELLO," he said. "I hope you're here to see me."

"Um, no, I'm sorry to disappoint you…" a soft voice said from the entrance. "I'm here to see Chris. Is this his room?"

"You're in luck. Go on in, he's lurking in the kitchen." Jamie gave her a smile and brushed past her.

"Chris?"

[Author's Note: I'm sorry for the crudeness of Jamie hahaha…I find boys with raging hormones waaaaay too funny for my own good…]