Prologue - Type

"I hate gays!"

This is what I say to every friend I have ever had from junior high to high school and even now that I amat college I will say the same thing. If someone asks me what I hate most they will always get the same answer: "I hate gays." Don't bother telling me I'm wrong because I won't listen. I'm not sexist! It has nothing to do with gender. "I will be fine as long as gays stay away from me and don't bother me." I don't understand why it been 6 months since I turned eighteen and there is always a homosexual who likes to mess around with my life. SHIT! Why can people not just say hello like normal people?

I don't understand why they have to have their bodies twisted like pretzels and also why do they feel the need to touch my arm? Don't you have your own arm? If you want to touch someone's arm go feel up your own. I can't help but get annoyed when someone brings up gays in front of me. Don't let me hear you mention homosexuals in front of me. I will get truly angry and then I will be scolded for being superficial, mean and timid. Hate is hate. Every friend I have has made fun of me and announces that if you are gay not to get close to me or to make your life simple and not let me know about it.

"If Type finds out he will not only cuss at you but he will fight you with fists and kicks." I just can't accept what being gay is about. Do you really blame me?

Now that I am at college, I begged my father to let me live off of campus and my life might be a tad easier. I wouldn't have the chance to share my room with a stranger but I would also have the opportunity to bring a girl home to do something fun with. Think about it. I would be completely satisfied in every way but my life was doomed. "Boys should live in school dormitories. You just need to learn to get along with others. Don't immerse yourself in your own work. Learn to communicate and walk around." He started to lecture me when I asked. "Do you know how to communicate with others? Live on campus this year and we will talk next year." So as my father instructed, I have to live in the dorms this year and next year I will beg at his feet for him to let me live off of campus. This is why I am nervous. What type of roommate am I going to have but in reality...

"Ai Type, this snack is free." My friend interrupts my train of thought. "It was given to me by the seniors." As I turn to look at him, I can't help but think how handsome he was. He is handsome from head to toe. Do you understand what I mean? He has the aura of the leading role in a movie and the itchy heart of a handsome man. A bedroom with this sort of guy and his handsomeness is completely overwhelming. OK, I think it's necessary for me to explain how handsome this guy is.

Ai Tharn studies a dual major of Art and Music. The rumours that I have heard say that he started studying music in high school. He is tall with a muscular physique; he looked like he should be a master drum major. His face is sharp and he has a good face. I think he is mixed-race because the bridge of his nose is sharp enough that it looks like he could poke my eyes out. He has milky white skin. He is paler than me and I will not admit how much that destroyed my morale. I can relax though because he is liked by women everywhere he goes, which means that those that men won't care about my butt! I definitely am going to score this year. Hooray!

He is going to be my wingman for sure. Before he turned to hang his school uniform up and change into his vest, I was looking at the big bag of snacks he had placed in the middle of the Japanese wooden table. OK, he looks good, but one thing I hate is that he is a generous person. Although Ai Tharn is handsome he is not arrogant with it. He moved in four days ago and since he has been sharing the big bags of snacks with me. Yesterday for example I basically crawled back from my classes welcome activities, and I was too tired and he was too lazy to find something to eat in the dorm so he bought food to share with me. He is very quiet. Every night he puts his headphones in and falls asleep. I didn't know if he was analysing the singer's voice so I didn't want to interrupt him.

I am really comfortable living with him. "I'm sorry, it's fine. I've been eating your snacks for a few days. I'm sorry." I said, turning to take off my pyjamas to get ready to climb into bed when I heard him laughing.

"I can't eat all of them all by myself." He told me. "Help me to relieve some." In fact, he only changed the honorific words Naai into pronouns Rao which we use among friends today. I feel more comfortable talking to him now.

"Hahaha, you have a lot of girls running after you." I joked, but I still didn't seem to know him very well. After changing my clothes, I turned around and found him staring at me, but as soon as my eyes met his, he grabbed his backpack nervously and left.

"I have to get to class." Did he just look at me strangely?

Techno thought that the idea of me hating gays was why he was acting weird. "Ai Type you are scaring him." He told me. I grabbed my bag and went to class not agreeing with him. God wouldn't curse me to spend a year with a fag. I didn't know God will curse me, anyway, and it's not going to be so simple!