Why Me? Chapter 1

***DISCLAIMER! This COMPLETELY FICTIONAL story!!!

Why Me? Chapter 1

This happened several years ago when I was 16 and in my freshman year of college, yes I know, the old clique, being smart and moved up grades. Well anyway this was true I was exceptionally smart for my age and had decided to advance 2 grades in high school and not to take a year break between high school and college. So there I was a wide eyed 16 year old fresh out of High school and at Florida State.

So I headed to the registry building to pick up my dorm assignment and key. After several minutes of asking around where the registry building was (pretty hard to head to it if you don’t know where it is), I was directed to a big brick building with beautiful stained-glass doors. Once inside I approached a heavy looking oak desk where there sat a rather old lady and a younger guy. I gave the lady, Mrs. Gribble, my info and then she told me that there had been a problem with my room, and that my dorm building was full, but lucky for me there was an opening in the upperclassmen’s dorm. I wasn’t to keen on the idea of me living with a bunch of MUCH older, especially given my age, guys. Plus the fact that I'm 5'4 and 115 lbs with blonde hair and hazel eyes and I kind of look boyish in the face, I’ll be the midget-nerd of the dorm, this would suck! 

Well I got a campus map and my key to my dorm, 132, in my upperclassmen dorm and I headed to my car. After driving to the dorm parking lot and taking some stuff on the first trip up (4th floor) I found my room at the end of the hall. I opened the door with the key and put that stuff on the empty bed at the left of the room, the other half of the room looked like it was occupied by a sewer rat. It was a mess of clothes, books and all sorts of food in stages of decay. God this is going to be horrible because one of my character flaws (or gifts) is that I’m a neat-freak! It has to be CLEAN CLEAN CLEAN! Just looking at it made me want to half vomit, and half get on my knees and start cleaning. I decided it would be best not to bother my roommate about the mess until I met him at least.

I went up and down getting stuff from my car and putting it into my room. Once that was all done I cleaned off a desk that was supposed to be mine, which the other roomy had used as a hamper/garbage disposal. I hooked up my computer and made sure it was working, I would have to see about internet connections later. Then I unpacked my clothes, another reminder of how small I was. I was finishing making my bed when I hear the door knob turning.

In walked this quite large guy (Man) about 6'4 and looked to be 240 lbs of muscle, brown hair and green eyes with a square cut jaw. I was clearly intimidated as he came up to me with his big "paw" out in front of him saying not to be scared, that he was my roomy and his name was Mike. I managed to mutter a "H-hi, I'm Jason."

"So I see you've made yourself at home." he said matter of factly.

"Well yeah, sorry if I messed with any of your stuff, I just needed that desk for my computer." I responded

I began to loosen up around him over the next hour as we talked about ourselves. He was a really nice guy, apparently he is on the football team here. (I HATE TO PLAY SPORTS!) He mentioned how I looked like I was 13 and that how could I be in college. I told him about my academic prowess and he seemed interested. 

After I took a short nap I was awoke by two gigantic hands shaking me furiously. "Little dude, wake up! I'm going to a party wanna come? I gotta go now!" Me not wanting to be a loser accepted and quickly threw on a Tommy outfit that I thought I looked great in and headed out the door with him. We got in his car and started to his friend’s house where the party was being held. He dwarfed me in this huge SUV, he rested his huge hand on my knee as we drove and I got kind of uncomfortable. He filled me in on the school and his major (which was Phys Ed) until we arrived at a set of apartment buildings and parked in a parking space near the center building. We got out of the car and went up to his friend’s apartment, when we got in I was immediately nervous; everyone in there, I later found out, was on his football team. So you can imagine the size difference between them and me.

He went over to his friend and traded greetings, I slowly inched in his direction till I was at his side. His friend looked down at me and with a husky voice said Hi, I replied with a "How do you do, I’m Jason" and I found out his name was Tim. Tim is a big fella...A little bigger than Mike, with blonde hair and brown eyes. 

"Want something to drink?" Tim directed at me and Mike.

"Sure" was my reply as well as Mike's

Tim left for the kitchenette and returned after grabbing two cans from the fridge.

"Here ya go." as he handed us each a can.
I stared at the can because it was beer and I was not of legal age and I really didn’t like the idea of getting drunk. Tim and Mike noticed my apprehension and told me no one would know other than the people in the room, so I popped the top and took a sip. I spit it out almost instantaneously. “This can, must be bad" I mentioned. They both laughed and told me how that’s the way it was supposed to taste.

"Well I'd rather not have anymore if that’s okay." I said

"Sure little dude." Tim replied WHATS WITH THESE GUYS! They see someone smaller than them and he becomes the "little dude".

Most of the guys were seated on the two sofas and various reclining chairs around the big screen TV. watching a game. Mike and Tim joined them and took the two last places on the sofa and I kind of just doodled my name in a puddle of something or other on the bar counter when Mike shouted "Come over here little dude" patting his lap. "Naw I'm okay here." I told him. He got up came over to me, picked me up easily and tucked me under his arm and made his way back to his seat. He sat down and sat me up on his lap, my back against the arm rest and my legs draped over his legs. "What was that for!?" I said a little aggravated. His only response was a "SHHH!" as he was concentrating on what was happening on the television. I just sat there kind of bored until Mike asked me if I could get him another beer.