Chapter One694Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡV4mEeT86PB
It might have been the scariest day of my life. The day that Toren and I moved out of our tiny hometown in Aumsville, Oregon to New York. We had achieved our dream of going to an out of state University and landed in Queens College, City University of New York. Toren had been my best friend since the third grade. In all honesty, he has been my only friend. Other kids thought I was weird, because apparently when you’re a genius at five years old you are doomed to be ostracized for your whole life. That is, until Toren decided to give me a makeover in eighth grade. He is the king of style, and I never even thought about my clothes. So, I got a haircut that Toren helped me pick out from one of those fashion magazines- something called a high top fade. Anyways, it’s longer on the top and short at the sides. He got me new glasses that were black and square, along with some new clothes that he trained me to choose right. In short, I never realized how little I knew about looking good and was amazed to find out that I am apparently, what Toren deems, a Chick Magnet.
All that aside, Toren is a Music Major with art as his secondary. I, however, am a Journalism Major with psychology as my secondary. We are no more alike than water and wine. Our last year of high school I got into baseball, and Toren was the DJ for almost every party we heard about. Suffice to say, we were a little popular and now we had to start all over. I was scared.
“Geeze, Gus, you look like you’re going to throw up. What’s up, Brotha?” Toren glanced at me from his place in our new van, the morning sun glinting off his jade green eyes. We had been working our butts off all summer to have enough cash to get a new car when our flight landed. Since our scholarships gave us an almost free ride, we were well off and I felt safe knowing we wouldn’t starve our way through college. I sighed and ran my fingers through my windswept, dark hair.
“We’re starting over, Toren. None of our friends will be there. We have to make new friends. And we are all the way across the country. I’m just feeling a bit overwhelmed and homesick.” It was easy to talk to him, always had been.
He nodded, “I feel ya; but hey tons of new people mean a fresh start and a lot of new memories. You just gotta stay positive.” He shot me a side glance, “Also, there will be tons of ladies… maybe you’ll find the one!”
My cheeks heated, “Maybe.” He was always trying to hook me up in high school, and it never worked out really. Girls thought I was cute, but a lot of the time they weren’t into the nerdy bookworm as much as the toned jock. I had gone on dates, but I had only one relationship. It only lasted about a month, and I don’t talk about it. He knew it had been a horrible month, and that I called off dating until I knew who the right girl would be.
“How long until we get to the Airport?” I ask, changing the subject.
He glances at the time, “I’d say about half an hour or so.”
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