University

Damn it, Tristan! I just realized I have to drive you all the way back by myself. It will be a long 3 hours back, why couldn't you learn how to damn drive already. Tristan grins back at me. Well, it's okay I guess it gives me time to think about decorating my room. Anyways Tristan, are you going to be okay back at home since I'm not there to save you from your parents. 

"I should be okay, I think but if anything I will just call you to pick me up" 

Umm. HELL NO! Unless your gonna pay for my gas going to pick you up and drop you off. I'll just maybe think about it. Tristan sighs and looks at Ian.

"Whatever,  you know you like it when I'm around." 

It's okay sometimes not when you gonna make me pick you up and drop your ass off to Timbuktu with how far I'm driving you. As I'm changing the radio station it plays a love song. This is a weird song to be playing with Tristan when it's about love. I should maybe change the station. Some hip hop should be better. I check my phone to see how far are we from the University. About another 2 hours till we get there. Tristan why don't you take a nap and I'll make you carry all the heavy stuff when we get there. 

I laugh as Tristan pouts and closes his eyes and relaxes a bit. I change the sound setting on my radio play on the left side to keep me awake. So I don't wake up Tristan. While driving I decide to stop at a gas station for some gas and coffee. It was kinda cold as well so a hot coffee sounded really nice and I'm gonna need the caffeine for later as I'm already drained from just driving. As I come back to the car and I see Tristan sound asleep. He looks all happy and adorable. I always wonder why his parents are always mean to him. But anyway's I should really get back on the road and get there before its night. I still need to drop Tristan back home later. His parents would kill him for sleeping over especially if it's so far. 

As I continue on driving I hear Tristan whimpering. I quickly pulled over, so I don't get us in an accident. I shake him gently and turn him over so I can look at what's wrong. But was shocked to see that Tristan was tearing up and shaking. I quickly hugged him and pat his back to comfort him. He quickly wiped his tears and sat up. 

"Thanks, Ian. But I'm fine. No need to hug me"

I was shocked and confused about that. Are you sure Tristan?

"Yeah, I'm fine. Just drive so we can get there and unload already."

Umm okay. I get back on the freeway and continue driving for another hour. It was just quiet, just music playing for the whole way. 

We arrive at the University and gosh damn. It was in the middle of forest-covered valley, a bit misty. It was really beautiful. Tristan was funny with the way he looked at everything with his mouth wide open and all I hear under his breath is. 

"wow"

Hey Tristan. Can you please grab the papers that are in the compartment? So I can figure out where my room is. Tristan opens the compartment and hands the papers. I look at the paper and the room number says J12. I believe from the description, 1 building has 5 floors from the letters A-Z in sets of 5. So I need to go to Building F and I believe my room is on the top floor 3rd from the back. Damn, That means we have to go up and down for my stuff. This is gonna suck. As I drive to building F I notice there were many nice little shops from burger shops, sushi, and boba. Maybe I should check it out sometime when I ever get a chance as if I would leave my room. 

As we reach Building F I park at the front and next to a truck with a guy in the driver seat. How can a guy with his image make it into this University? He must be maybe meeting with someone who goes to this school. Once I get out of the car I see he has stuff in the back of the truck and carries it inside. He winks at me and smiles at me. I must be imaging things for him to be in this school and why did he wink at me even worse my building. Tristan gets out of the car so we can get this done already. 

Tristan gets out of the car slamming my car door. "Fine, what do you want me to do?"

Okay well, first of all, don't slam my door like that, and second of all drop the attitude. If you're mad at me for just being there for you then. Fine, then you can walk your ass home after you have done helping me. Which one do you want to do Tristan?

Tristan sighs and just walks over and opens the back and carries a box. 

Thanks. Now let's hurry so we can get some lunch. I think we are hungry and tired from the long drive. Can you carry that box? Be careful it's my stuff from my desk. I got my bedding haha. Let's go inside. As we walk I look at the truck and see a bunch of stuff of sports stuff, workout equipment, and a lot of books. It has me questioning that guy a bit. But still, why is a guy like him doing here and how? We enter and go to the front desk. I see a nice lady up front with blue eyes, black hair, and somewhat tall. I ask. My name is Ian Torres and these are my papers. It says I'll be in the room J12. The lady smiles and hands me the keys and gives me back my paperwork. Have a nice moving day. 

We both turn around and enter the elevator behind us. And press the button to the 5th floor. We both look at the elevator and just laugh at how nice this elevator is. It's and it's amazing how this is just an elevator. We get to the 5th floor and walk down a nicely lit led hallway to the very end. We see all the numbers from 1-10 on the left side of the hallway. So the room is the 2nd on the right at the very end. We head over to J12 but are stopped at the door being already opened. I slowly push it open and sees that guy from outside. I yell.

"WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE!