“Hey what’s up man?” I heard a voice ask. Oh shit it was…. that guy. He’d caught my eye once or twice walking back from class. We also appeared to share some mutual friends. My roommates (in a brief, somewhat curt manner) said they knew him but didn’t have much else to say about it… Oh well.
The world seemed different after being straight. Colors are a little brighter, managing one's emotions became a little trickier and ordinary things like people sitting on public benches giving you the appearance that they were minding their own business and the smell of cigarette smoke seem to pop out a little more. I got the impression that whoever he was, he’d noticed me once or twice as well.
“So what’s your story man?” White Mike asked after taking a pull of some of most disgusting vodka I’ve ever encountered.
“Babe, I’m… I’m cold.” She whispered.