Chapter 1 The First Day
It was Misha’s first day at Stanford University and he was excited.
He had hopes that along with preparing for his career, he might meet new people and make new friends.
His roommate wasn’t there when he got to the dorm.
Misha sat his stuff down on a neatly made bed; he assumed the bed to be his since the other beds sheets where all over the place.
He decided to look around the room and get an idea as to how he would set up his things and maybe what kind of roommate he would be spending the next few years with.
Three pictures lay scattered on a desk; one appeared to be a family portrait.
Misha smiled at this. “Nice looking family.”
The other looked like a young couple, so maybe his roommate had a girlfriend.
Third was a basketball picture, so his roommate must be a basketball player.
Misha picked the picture up between his fingers to get a better look. “I wish I had muscles like that,” he said under his breath before returning the photo back to the desk.
Also on the desk was a pizza box laying open with just a few pieces of crust staring him in the face.
It was a long ride to the university from his home back in Boston and all he had eaten over the course of his drive to California was a few snacks here and there and the occasional drive through meal.
It didn’t help that he had skipped breakfast and lunch today.
He pulled his cell phone out of his coat pocket and seen that the battery was down to twenty percent.
Still, he was hungry and he needed to find a place to eat.
He knew his friend Mark had started coming to the university the year before and maybe could help him find somewhere to eat.
He selected his name in his phone to compose a new text.
I made it; can we meet somewhere to go eat?
I feel like I’m going to starve.
He stuffed his phone back down in his pocket.
Not wanting his cell phone’s battery to die before he got a reply, he pulled one of his bags off of the pile that now sat on his bed.
He unzipped his bag and started feeling around for his charger.
“Pack of pencils, erasers.”
He couldn’t feel his charger. “Oh no, please don’t tell me I left it in Boston.”
He unzipped all of the compartments on his bag and started pulling things out, enlarging the pile on his bed.
When he didn’t find his charger, he twisted his fingertips into his messy black hair. “Damn it, I can’t believe I left it in Boston.”
He shook his head and started for the door. “I guess now I’ll have to use my car charger.”
He took off in a jog down the stairs and to his car.
He grabbed his door handle and jerked back only to have the joint behind his elbow hurt from hyper extension.
He pressed his face against the glass and looked inside the car.
He could see the shine on his keys that still hung by the steering wheel.
His hands shot up by his head shakingly.
He squeezed his eyes shut and clamped his teeth together.
He blinked his eyes open and started taking in his breath to try to stay calm.
Maybe he had a wire hanger in one of his bags.
Back up the stairs to his dorm he went.
Luckily a pair of his roommate’s jeans had jammed the door open because the first thing he noticed when he got there was his dorm key still on the desk.
He rolled his eyes picking up his key and stuffing it down into his pocket.
Digging around in his bags, he found a sweater on a wire hanger.
Back out the door he went, reshaping the hanger the whole way to his car.
He was just about to try to push the hanger between two doors when he felt his phone vibrate.
Come find me in the parking lot I have a friend with me.
The message was from Mark
Misha stopped trying to get into his car and started looking around.
“Misha, Turn around!”
Misha recognized the accent.
Mark was behind him, along with a taller guy with spikey brown hair and hazel green eyes.
“Mark!” Misha smiled excitedly.
“Mark, I left my phone charger at home and my keys are locked in the car.”
“Were you expecting to drive back home and get your charger?” Mark asked with sarcasm.
“I was hoping I could use my car charger until I could buy a new one.”
“I got something for this,” the spikey haired one said.
Mark pointed a thumb toward his spikey haired friend.
“That’s Jensen Ackles, we share a dorm.”
Misha set his eyes on Jensen. “He can get my car opened?”
“I have a slim-jim in my room,” Jensen said pointing back toward the building, “I can get your car open with a breeze.”
Misha held his hand over his stomach as it started to rumble.
“Ah, thanks. I’ll pay for your meal if you want to come with us.”
Jensen shrugged. “Can’t turn down free food.”
Jensen unlocked Misha’s car door and motioned his hand toward the inside of the car. “You may retrieve your keys.”
Misha smiled as he slipped into his seat and pulled his keys out.
His piercing blue eyes squinting as he rattled his keys.
They guys all laughed.
“How about we go find somewhere to eat now? Mark asked, “Maybe find a steak bar?”
“Sounds good,” Jensen said as he licked his lips.
“I could eat a dinosaur,” Misha said as he rubbed his stomach.
“Come on, I’ll drive since you have been driving all day,” Say Mark.
Misha tossed him the keys and walked around to the other side of his van.
Jensen stretched out across the back seat, crossed his arms, and kicked one foot over the other. “You got any good music in here?”
Misha grabbed his CD holder off of the dash and handed it back to Jensen. “Here, help yourself.”
“Awesome bro.” Jensen took the case from Misha and started going through the CDs.
“So, do you guys know anything about my roommate?” Misha asked, “He wasn’t in the room when I got there.”
“Oh, what room do you have?” Mark asked Misha.
Misha pulled his dorm key out of his pocket and looked at the number on it. “Looks like dorm 116.”
“Oh that’s Jared,” Jensen said. “You’ll like him, he’s cool. We used to hang out back in Texas.”
Jensen held out a Guns n’ Roses CD, “Here play this.”
“You don’t really look like a Texan.”
“What do you think I’m supposed to look like?”
Misha leaned in on his door. “I don’t know, boots and cowboy hats, not sweatbands and bicycle shorts.”
Jensen laughed until he fell out of the back seat. “I seem to have left my rodeo gear at home.”
He got up back in the seat and stretched out like before. “I still haven’t changed from the gym.” He then started singing along to the Guns n’ roses CD and continued to do so until they reached a steak house.
“You have a beautiful singing voice,” Misha told Jensen.
“Thanks,” Jensen replied while filling his mouth with steak.
Misha picked up his cup and looked over the edge of the glass as he sipped on the end.
“So tell me about my roommate,” Misha said setting his glass down, “What’s he like? You know hobbies and stuff.”
“Well he likes basketball,” Mark said while waving his fork around in a circle.
“Yeah, Stanford’s star player, we play together,” Jensen said, almost spitting his food out to speak.
“He’s on a date now,” Mark said, “With his girlfriend, Jenny.”
Misha nodded.
“He can also be very charitable,” Jensen added.
Misha smiled; he liked that his new roommate was charitable. “That’s great, it’s nice to show kindness.”
“Misha here wants to start a charity organization that supports everything,” Mark said as he pointed his thumb toward Misha.
Jensen raised an eyebrow. “An organization in support of…everything?”
Misha looked down awkwardly at his plate. “Yeah, I know it seems like a long shot but if I can do anything to help than I want to try. Maybe when I finish my schooling I can become someone and bring it all together.”
“What’s your major?” Jensen asked.
“Art,” Misha replied, “That’s what I really want to do. I’m also taking classes in politics in case art doesn’t go through.”
He stuffed his mouth with a bite of his potato and tilted his eyes back up at Jensen. “Do you guys think you can show me around campus? I don’t want to get lost, or at worse, bored.”
“No problem bumble bee, I know my way around pretty well.” Mark answered in a friendly tone.
The three of them walked around campus all day, sometimes getting distracted and spending long periods of time in one place.
They ended up playing ping pong when they had finished.
Misha beat Mark but then Jensen beat Misha.
They picked up pizza for supper and then they all went back to their dorms.
It was 11:45pm when Misha returned to his dorm.
Jared had already returned and was asleep stretched out on his bed in his boxers.
Misha didn’t want to disturb him.
He sat his pizza the desk, next to the boy left over from when he arrived.
He opened up one of his bags to find something more comfortable to sleep in.
He found a tank top with grey sweat pants and tossed them onto his pillow before stripping his clothes off.
After slipping into his sleep wear he pulled his bags off of his bed onto the floor.
He turned off the lamp on the desk and slid his feet around on the floor to feel his way back to his bed.
He curled up under the blankets on his side and shut his eyes.
Tomorrow would be a new day.
He had hopes that along with preparing for his career, he might meet new people and make new friends.
His roommate wasn’t there when he got to the dorm.
Misha sat his stuff down on a neatly made bed; he assumed the bed to be his since the other beds sheets where all over the place.
He decided to look around the room and get an idea as to how he would set up his things and maybe what kind of roommate he would be spending the next few years with.
Three pictures lay scattered on a desk; one appeared to be a family portrait.
Misha smiled at this. “Nice looking family.”
The other looked like a young couple, so maybe his roommate had a girlfriend.
Third was a basketball picture, so his roommate must be a basketball player.
Misha picked the picture up between his fingers to get a better look. “I wish I had muscles like that,” he said under his breath before returning the photo back to the desk.
Also on the desk was a pizza box laying open with just a few pieces of crust staring him in the face.
It was a long ride to the university from his home back in Boston and all he had eaten over the course of his drive to California was a few snacks here and there and the occasional drive through meal.
It didn’t help that he had skipped breakfast and lunch today.
He pulled his cell phone out of his coat pocket and seen that the battery was down to twenty percent.
Still, he was hungry and he needed to find a place to eat.
He knew his friend Mark had started coming to the university the year before and maybe could help him find somewhere to eat.
He selected his name in his phone to compose a new text.
I made it; can we meet somewhere to go eat?
I feel like I’m going to starve.
He stuffed his phone back down in his pocket.
Not wanting his cell phone’s battery to die before he got a reply, he pulled one of his bags off of the pile that now sat on his bed.
He unzipped his bag and started feeling around for his charger.
“Pack of pencils, erasers.”
He couldn’t feel his charger. “Oh no, please don’t tell me I left it in Boston.”
He unzipped all of the compartments on his bag and started pulling things out, enlarging the pile on his bed.
When he didn’t find his charger, he twisted his fingertips into his messy black hair. “Damn it, I can’t believe I left it in Boston.”
He shook his head and started for the door. “I guess now I’ll have to use my car charger.”
He took off in a jog down the stairs and to his car.
He grabbed his door handle and jerked back only to have the joint behind his elbow hurt from hyper extension.
He pressed his face against the glass and looked inside the car.
He could see the shine on his keys that still hung by the steering wheel.
His hands shot up by his head shakingly.
He squeezed his eyes shut and clamped his teeth together.
He blinked his eyes open and started taking in his breath to try to stay calm.
Maybe he had a wire hanger in one of his bags.
Back up the stairs to his dorm he went.
Luckily a pair of his roommate’s jeans had jammed the door open because the first thing he noticed when he got there was his dorm key still on the desk.
He rolled his eyes picking up his key and stuffing it down into his pocket.
Digging around in his bags, he found a sweater on a wire hanger.
Back out the door he went, reshaping the hanger the whole way to his car.
He was just about to try to push the hanger between two doors when he felt his phone vibrate.
Come find me in the parking lot I have a friend with me.
The message was from Mark
Misha stopped trying to get into his car and started looking around.
“Misha, Turn around!”
Misha recognized the accent.
Mark was behind him, along with a taller guy with spikey brown hair and hazel green eyes.
“Mark!” Misha smiled excitedly.
“Mark, I left my phone charger at home and my keys are locked in the car.”
“Were you expecting to drive back home and get your charger?” Mark asked with sarcasm.
“I was hoping I could use my car charger until I could buy a new one.”
“I got something for this,” the spikey haired one said.
Mark pointed a thumb toward his spikey haired friend.
“That’s Jensen Ackles, we share a dorm.”
Misha set his eyes on Jensen. “He can get my car opened?”
“I have a slim-jim in my room,” Jensen said pointing back toward the building, “I can get your car open with a breeze.”
Misha held his hand over his stomach as it started to rumble.
“Ah, thanks. I’ll pay for your meal if you want to come with us.”
Jensen shrugged. “Can’t turn down free food.”
Jensen unlocked Misha’s car door and motioned his hand toward the inside of the car. “You may retrieve your keys.”
Misha smiled as he slipped into his seat and pulled his keys out.
His piercing blue eyes squinting as he rattled his keys.
They guys all laughed.
“How about we go find somewhere to eat now? Mark asked, “Maybe find a steak bar?”
“Sounds good,” Jensen said as he licked his lips.
“I could eat a dinosaur,” Misha said as he rubbed his stomach.
“Come on, I’ll drive since you have been driving all day,” Say Mark.
Misha tossed him the keys and walked around to the other side of his van.
Jensen stretched out across the back seat, crossed his arms, and kicked one foot over the other. “You got any good music in here?”
Misha grabbed his CD holder off of the dash and handed it back to Jensen. “Here, help yourself.”
“Awesome bro.” Jensen took the case from Misha and started going through the CDs.
“So, do you guys know anything about my roommate?” Misha asked, “He wasn’t in the room when I got there.”
“Oh, what room do you have?” Mark asked Misha.
Misha pulled his dorm key out of his pocket and looked at the number on it. “Looks like dorm 116.”
“Oh that’s Jared,” Jensen said. “You’ll like him, he’s cool. We used to hang out back in Texas.”
Jensen held out a Guns n’ Roses CD, “Here play this.”
“You don’t really look like a Texan.”
“What do you think I’m supposed to look like?”
Misha leaned in on his door. “I don’t know, boots and cowboy hats, not sweatbands and bicycle shorts.”
Jensen laughed until he fell out of the back seat. “I seem to have left my rodeo gear at home.”
He got up back in the seat and stretched out like before. “I still haven’t changed from the gym.” He then started singing along to the Guns n’ roses CD and continued to do so until they reached a steak house.
“You have a beautiful singing voice,” Misha told Jensen.
“Thanks,” Jensen replied while filling his mouth with steak.
Misha picked up his cup and looked over the edge of the glass as he sipped on the end.
“So tell me about my roommate,” Misha said setting his glass down, “What’s he like? You know hobbies and stuff.”
“Well he likes basketball,” Mark said while waving his fork around in a circle.
“Yeah, Stanford’s star player, we play together,” Jensen said, almost spitting his food out to speak.
“He’s on a date now,” Mark said, “With his girlfriend, Jenny.”
Misha nodded.
“He can also be very charitable,” Jensen added.
Misha smiled; he liked that his new roommate was charitable. “That’s great, it’s nice to show kindness.”
“Misha here wants to start a charity organization that supports everything,” Mark said as he pointed his thumb toward Misha.
Jensen raised an eyebrow. “An organization in support of…everything?”
Misha looked down awkwardly at his plate. “Yeah, I know it seems like a long shot but if I can do anything to help than I want to try. Maybe when I finish my schooling I can become someone and bring it all together.”
“What’s your major?” Jensen asked.
“Art,” Misha replied, “That’s what I really want to do. I’m also taking classes in politics in case art doesn’t go through.”
He stuffed his mouth with a bite of his potato and tilted his eyes back up at Jensen. “Do you guys think you can show me around campus? I don’t want to get lost, or at worse, bored.”
“No problem bumble bee, I know my way around pretty well.” Mark answered in a friendly tone.
The three of them walked around campus all day, sometimes getting distracted and spending long periods of time in one place.
They ended up playing ping pong when they had finished.
Misha beat Mark but then Jensen beat Misha.
They picked up pizza for supper and then they all went back to their dorms.
It was 11:45pm when Misha returned to his dorm.
Jared had already returned and was asleep stretched out on his bed in his boxers.
Misha didn’t want to disturb him.
He sat his pizza the desk, next to the boy left over from when he arrived.
He opened up one of his bags to find something more comfortable to sleep in.
He found a tank top with grey sweat pants and tossed them onto his pillow before stripping his clothes off.
After slipping into his sleep wear he pulled his bags off of his bed onto the floor.
He turned off the lamp on the desk and slid his feet around on the floor to feel his way back to his bed.
He curled up under the blankets on his side and shut his eyes.
Tomorrow would be a new day.