Samuel J. Roland was 19 years old and the youngest in his family he had an older brother and an older sister. His sister Rose, 28, was in Europe doing 'charity work' which Sam and his older brother Toby knew was a code for having as much sex as possible. Toby who was 24 was currently dating a beautiful girl named Stacy. Sam, Stacy and Toby attended Yale University both boys on a scholarship and Stacy because her father was a rich alumni. The three of them shared a flat off campus together. Sam who had just gotten out of a three year relationship with his high school sweetheart was heartbroken and had been moping around the flat for days not paying attention to his flatmates. He had no idea that his current lethargy would change his life....forever.
Sam woke up on the couch where he had fallen asleep watching home videos again, the coffee table and floor were littered with beer cans and pizza boxes. Sam was a good looking young man with messy brown hair that wasn't short or long, his facial features would have been described by girls as outrageously good looking though his brown eyes were now red from lack of sleep and he had a messy stubble growing. He had an athlete's body due to him being the star quarterback of his high school football team. He was dressed in a stained white shirt with pajama bottoms and a fuzzy robe. Sam sat on the couch for a while rubbing his eyes and massaging his head. His brother Toby and his girlfriend Stacy walked into the living room.
"Sam?" Toby asked. Sam didn't respond oblivious to other sounds. Toby was an older version of Sam except with dirty blond hair and hazel eyes.
"He's delicate Toby, leave him be." Stacy said. Stacy could have been mistaken for Rachel Bilson. She looked almost exactly like her except with a somewhat leaner body and bigger breasts.
"Yeah I guess, it kills me to see him this way."
"You're a good brother." Stacy kissed his cheek.
"Well I better get to class."
"Go be a lawyer, hon. I'm going to take a shower."
