I was an extreme ball of nerves in my dorm room finishing putting away my things and waiting to meet my roommate. I have always been excited to go to college. All through basic education I was generally bored. I'm not a super brainiac, but I generally picked everything up pretty easily and all I cared about was robotics. Unfortunately, my small school didn't have any classes or programs that taught that - so I was mostly self-taught with no formal guidance. I had a normal amount of friends that I was fairly close with, but no one I'd call a best friend. I was average height, average weight, average looking - average parents in an average house. I wasn't a nerd, but not really popular.
I had made out with 2 different girls in high school at parties, but nothing else. I wasn't very interested in sex which often made me feel like an outsider when other guys talked about how bad they wanted to fuck or constantly talked about girls and body parts. I jerked off regularly, but I often just focused on the feeling and I didn't think about other people much or enjoy porn either. I know this was a bit atypical for an eighteen years old guy, but otherwise there was nothing particularly interesting about me or my life. I had always felt like I was just waiting for my life to start and for some reason, in my mind, it would start when I got to college.
I was staring at the bare bed in the room when my roomie appeared in the doorway. "Hey, I'm Trayvidian, everyone calls me Tray." He said with a huge smile of perfect teeth. He smiled with his whole face and it was pleasing. I smiled back.
"I'm Jayden, everyone calls me Jay." I said with more excitement than needed.
"Nice! I can't wait to get all my stuff in and get to the student union to see all the groups on campus. Do you want to come with me or have you already been?" He says while dropping several bags on the bare bed.
"I haven't been. I'd love to go. I'm mostly only interested in the Robotics Club, but it will be cool to see what all there is. Do you need help?" I replied.
"Nope. This is everything. I just have to unpack it. Just my laptop, clothes, bed clothes, hygiene stuff, some snacks, and of course my experiments." He said taking a few small spray bottles out of a Ziploc baggie and placing them carefully on the top shelf above his desk.
"You making meth?" I asked with a smile in an attempt to make a joke.
"Ha, no, a mind control aerosol. I'm a chemist. I have always loved it and my school didn't have a chemistry club. We had one course in chemistry and it was super basic, so I just experimented on my own. I can't wait to meet up with others - online communities just aren't the same as working on stuff in a lab with others." He said, still pulling his things out of bags and putting them away.
"Wow! I'm the exact same. I love robotics but my school didn't have anything for me. Maybe we team up and take over the world. I'll build a robot that can go anywhere undetected releasing a compound you create that lets us take over mind control of people. Total world domination." I just started nerding out so hard. I was sitting on the edge of my bed staring at him for approval.
"Haha, I think we are going to get along great, Jay. Just a pair of 18 year olds hellbent to take over the world. Don't tell anyone, but I'm also interested in domination." Tray said, pausing what he was doing and staring right back into my eyes.
Of course I was kidding about taking over the world, I'm sure Tray was also joking about domination too, but I was happy he was joking with me. Tray and I hung out all weekend before classes began Monday. He is completely awesome. He is super smart, kind, and incredibly attentive. Regardless of what I say, he always makes complete eye contact and seems to completely consider whatever I said. It sounds strange, but I don't know I've ever had someone seem so interested in my thoughts and ideas. Honestly, I am enamored with him. Everything he says is interesting or thoughtful. In just 2.5 days, I was already convinced he is my best friend ever. The few times we were apart, like when he went to the bathroom or showered, I almost felt like I missed him.
We woke up Monday for our first classes. We had a very similar schedule. Tray had an 8am, 10am, 11am, & 2pm Mondays & Wednesdays and an 8am Tuesdays & Thursdays. We had no courses together on Mondays & Wednesdays, but the same time schedule. We were in the same class on Tuesdays & Thursdays which was awesome because the more time I could be with him the better. I just felt like I had to be around him.
I didn't see him at our dorm cafeteria on lunch and after my last class I went to our room and just laid on my bed. I was excited about my classes, but having a hard time feeling disconnected from Tray for so long, almost nauseous. I'm not sure what compelled me to do it, but I got up and went to his bed, it smelled faintly like him. I felt better instantly. I laid down on his bed and felt much more at ease.
The door swung open and I was ecstatic to see Tray. "Yo. Your bed broken?" He asked with a smile.
