Here's another Chappie, this story is flowing through my head right now. So
review if you want mre though. I don't want to keep posting crap.
Chapter 3:
Tristan looked up to see a Hayden Christensen wannabe, or at least that's who he looked like, enter his dormroom. He was lugging two suitcases and had a friendly, yet wary smile.
"Hi." Tristan held his hand out. "Tristan Dugrey. I guessing you're AM?" He gestured to the post-ti with his initials on it.
The newcomer nodded and shook hands. "Andy McNair, pleased to meet you."
"So, Andy, where are you from?" Tristan shoved his hands in his pockets, trying to start a conversation with his new roommate.
"Here actually." Andy placed his stuff down on the bed that was vacant. "I've lived in New Haven all my life. So, have our other suitemates shown up, yet?"
"Nope, it's just you and me so far, Buddy." Tristan sat back. "So, New Haven all your life? You must really like this town."
"Not really." Andy shrugged. "I was planning on going to New York, with my girlfriend Ashley, but she broke up with me. We were together for all four years of highschool. I just couldn't watch her date other guys. One of my good friends and her brother, who I play football with, go here. So, I decided I needed Kasey's support and friendship more than anything right now, so I decided to play football for Yale."
"Ouch." Tristan winced. "That really bites."
"Yeah, but Kasey's been there for me ever since. She got dumped too, although, her boyfriend didn't do it as nicely. She went to see him off at the airport and he dumped her there, right after kissing her goodbye. He's a good friend, but a sucky boyfriend. Anyway, she was there for me throughout the entire summer, not even taking time to deal with her own pain." Andy grinned. "She became one of my best friends in Freshman year. She's a total Sweetheart, I'll introduce you later."
"Looking forward to it." Tristan nodded, smiling at his new friend's affection for his other friend. "She sounds like quite a girl."
"She is, believe me, she is." Andy sighed. "I've got to get the rest of my stuff. I'll be right back."
"Here, let me help." Tristan offered, following him out the door. "So, tell me about this Kasey chick, she hot?"
Andy laughed. "Very, she's got shoulder length golden brown hair and she recently had it styled in layers and gave it some body, according to her. She's got these amazing warm chocolate brown eyes."
"Sounds like someone has a crush." Tristan teased.
"Andy laughed again. "Not for a long time. I did when we first met, who wouldn't? She was the most popular girl then, head cheerleader and everything, but then she toned it down and broke up with her football star boyfriend, who was like Mr. Perfect. She quit cheerleading and just chilled with us. She remained friends with her ex, so we went ot the games. I was friends with him too. Then she went out with Mr. Bad Boy. He was the only other boyfriend. He treated her pretty well, up until the break up."
"So, she's into Bad Boys?" Tristan asked, a smirk crossing his face.
"Yes and no. Her first boyfriend was the one she was with the longest." Andy sighed. "Her second boyfriend, Kevin, was just too self concious of what everyone thought about him. That included his crowd's opinion of his girlfriend. Kasey can charm just about everyone, so she handled herself with his crowd quite well."
"She's sounds like she's perfect." Tristan took two suitcases out of the back of the truck, Andy stopped at. Andy grasped the other two.
"She's close enough." Andy agreed with a nod. "Yet, out of her two boyfriends, neither have been able to bring that special spark out of her eyes. I've only seen one guy do it and they never even dated. He turned out to be a jerk, but before that he really got her heart and he crushed it too."
"Really? That sucks, who was this jerk?" Tristan asked, not really knowing what to say. Although, this Kasey intrigued the hell out of him at the moment and he hasn't even met her.
His name was, Max Knightly." Andy stopped in his tracks, right outside their door. Tristan craned his head to look around him. There in the common room, was a tall, broad shouldered, extremely fit guy. He ranged about 6'3, he has dark brown, almost black hair and intense electric green eyes.
"Hello McNair, fancy seeing you here. I would have thought you would have gone running after Ms. Chase shot you down." The newcomer stated cruelly.
"Stuff Knightly, you know nothing about it!" Andy's jaw was clenched in anger, his eyes were cold and hard.
Max turned to Tristan. "Maxacvier Knightly." He held his hand out. "My parents wanted to be different, so instead of Maxwell, the just added Xacvier to the end of Max."
"Tristan Dugrey, I just look like a Tristan I guess." Tristan shook his hand. How ironic was it that Max would end up in there room? He knew there was going to be some serious tension between him and Andy.
"Andy!" A new voice said excitedly. All of them turned to see a petite, goldne brown haired vision. She was smiling happily. Behind her stood a angel, Tristan swore he'd never forget.
"Mary?" His voice was tight. Oh great, just when he thought he had finally gotten over her.
Chapter 3:
Tristan looked up to see a Hayden Christensen wannabe, or at least that's who he looked like, enter his dormroom. He was lugging two suitcases and had a friendly, yet wary smile.
"Hi." Tristan held his hand out. "Tristan Dugrey. I guessing you're AM?" He gestured to the post-ti with his initials on it.
The newcomer nodded and shook hands. "Andy McNair, pleased to meet you."
"So, Andy, where are you from?" Tristan shoved his hands in his pockets, trying to start a conversation with his new roommate.
"Here actually." Andy placed his stuff down on the bed that was vacant. "I've lived in New Haven all my life. So, have our other suitemates shown up, yet?"
"Nope, it's just you and me so far, Buddy." Tristan sat back. "So, New Haven all your life? You must really like this town."
"Not really." Andy shrugged. "I was planning on going to New York, with my girlfriend Ashley, but she broke up with me. We were together for all four years of highschool. I just couldn't watch her date other guys. One of my good friends and her brother, who I play football with, go here. So, I decided I needed Kasey's support and friendship more than anything right now, so I decided to play football for Yale."
"Ouch." Tristan winced. "That really bites."
"Yeah, but Kasey's been there for me ever since. She got dumped too, although, her boyfriend didn't do it as nicely. She went to see him off at the airport and he dumped her there, right after kissing her goodbye. He's a good friend, but a sucky boyfriend. Anyway, she was there for me throughout the entire summer, not even taking time to deal with her own pain." Andy grinned. "She became one of my best friends in Freshman year. She's a total Sweetheart, I'll introduce you later."
"Looking forward to it." Tristan nodded, smiling at his new friend's affection for his other friend. "She sounds like quite a girl."
"She is, believe me, she is." Andy sighed. "I've got to get the rest of my stuff. I'll be right back."
"Here, let me help." Tristan offered, following him out the door. "So, tell me about this Kasey chick, she hot?"
Andy laughed. "Very, she's got shoulder length golden brown hair and she recently had it styled in layers and gave it some body, according to her. She's got these amazing warm chocolate brown eyes."
"Sounds like someone has a crush." Tristan teased.
"Andy laughed again. "Not for a long time. I did when we first met, who wouldn't? She was the most popular girl then, head cheerleader and everything, but then she toned it down and broke up with her football star boyfriend, who was like Mr. Perfect. She quit cheerleading and just chilled with us. She remained friends with her ex, so we went ot the games. I was friends with him too. Then she went out with Mr. Bad Boy. He was the only other boyfriend. He treated her pretty well, up until the break up."
"So, she's into Bad Boys?" Tristan asked, a smirk crossing his face.
"Yes and no. Her first boyfriend was the one she was with the longest." Andy sighed. "Her second boyfriend, Kevin, was just too self concious of what everyone thought about him. That included his crowd's opinion of his girlfriend. Kasey can charm just about everyone, so she handled herself with his crowd quite well."
"She's sounds like she's perfect." Tristan took two suitcases out of the back of the truck, Andy stopped at. Andy grasped the other two.
"She's close enough." Andy agreed with a nod. "Yet, out of her two boyfriends, neither have been able to bring that special spark out of her eyes. I've only seen one guy do it and they never even dated. He turned out to be a jerk, but before that he really got her heart and he crushed it too."
"Really? That sucks, who was this jerk?" Tristan asked, not really knowing what to say. Although, this Kasey intrigued the hell out of him at the moment and he hasn't even met her.
His name was, Max Knightly." Andy stopped in his tracks, right outside their door. Tristan craned his head to look around him. There in the common room, was a tall, broad shouldered, extremely fit guy. He ranged about 6'3, he has dark brown, almost black hair and intense electric green eyes.
"Hello McNair, fancy seeing you here. I would have thought you would have gone running after Ms. Chase shot you down." The newcomer stated cruelly.
"Stuff Knightly, you know nothing about it!" Andy's jaw was clenched in anger, his eyes were cold and hard.
Max turned to Tristan. "Maxacvier Knightly." He held his hand out. "My parents wanted to be different, so instead of Maxwell, the just added Xacvier to the end of Max."
"Tristan Dugrey, I just look like a Tristan I guess." Tristan shook his hand. How ironic was it that Max would end up in there room? He knew there was going to be some serious tension between him and Andy.
"Andy!" A new voice said excitedly. All of them turned to see a petite, goldne brown haired vision. She was smiling happily. Behind her stood a angel, Tristan swore he'd never forget.
"Mary?" His voice was tight. Oh great, just when he thought he had finally gotten over her.
