Scene IV

All day my thoughts revolved around Max. His dark brown hair, his emerald green eyes, and a body that a model would do some terrible things for. He seemed like the kind of guy that liked to have little flings on the side, but nothing too serious, because he wasn't ready for any sort of comittment. Maybe he was just accepting some of the offers that I was sure he got every second of the day. Who wouldn't want someone that hot, that could make the best coffee I've ever had, and was rumored to own a motorcycle? For me, that was the bermuda triangle of hot guys. How could it get any better than eye candy, along with someone who seemed to be very intelligent and thoughtful? I felt like I was at the portion of this particular train of thought where someone should step in and tell me that he was just gonna break my heart and make living with him extremely difficult. Unfortunately, I was fresh out of good advice at the moment.

Finally, the time arrived for me to meet up with Chase, so that he and I could meet up with Max. I'm not gonna lie, I had been packing my stuff between classes.Even if this roomate thing didn't work out, I would be moving out  I don't think I brought half of that crap with me when I moved out of Dylan and Thomas's apartment from my mom's house, much less my dorm.

I had told Chase which building, and which dorm room I lived in, so when I heard his voice throgh the door, I only jummped a little but. I grabbed my coat, hat and scarf in an attempt to ward off the cold Washington air, took one last look at the state of my dorm, and I opened the door to find Chase standing there with enough coffee to keep me awake for another few hours. He took in my frazzled state, and said, "You look like you have had the day from hell. Is there anything that I can do?"

Oh my goodness! Chase wasn't as hot as Max (he was definitely close though), but he made up for it by being an awesome person. I mean, we had just met today and he had bought me coffee, and offered to let me move in. This was either the best opprotunity ever, or the beginning of a low-budget horror movie. I looked into hisa zure blue eyes and said, "Well, it's my first day of college, I have a terrible roommate, and I've found some things in here that are somewhat radioactive. You might want to watch where you step, because it would be a pity if something in here ate one of us. There isn't anything that you can do in here, but if you don't want that delicious-looking cup of coffee, I am totally willing to take it off your hands."

He laughed, and his laugh was beautiful. It was rich and deep; almost musical, and it warmed me to the tips of my toes. He handed me the coffee and said, "I brought that for you. Max was finishing his shift, and he always makes he and I a huge cup of coffee before he leaves. He said that he would love to have someone as beautiful as you living with him, and I definitely agree, so it didn't take any convincing at all to add you to our tradition."

I smiled at him, "Well, I really do appreciate the coffee. I think if I could, I would carry around an IV with coffee in it. I don't know how people live without it. Are you ready to meet Max at the Quad?"

"Sure, he said he would meet us at his favorite spot to discuss a rent payment we can all agree on, and then got to the apartment together. Does that sound good to you?" he lookeed so hopeful, but kind of unsure too. It was almost like he was scared  that I was going to say no.

"Sounds great! I'm guessing that you would know where the previously mentioned 'favorite spot' might be," we walked out the door and I heard the automatic lock click. I felt inside my pocket for the key and felt a sigh of relief when I found it there.

"'Course I do! Kind of, I mean, he didn't exactly tell me where his favorite spot was, but I'm pretty sure that I can find it. Don't worry, Ronnie. I got this," he offered me his arm. I took it, and we were on our way. We walked mostly in silence. Occassionally, Chase would ask me if I liked my coffee, or if I saw Max anywhere.

We finally found Max perched on a bench, nursing a cup of coffee, and staring out into space. He looked up when he heard Chasie and I approaching, smiled a dazzzling smile and said, "Hey you guys! You look great, Ronnie. Are you ready to go see the apartment?"

I smiled back at him, "That sounds awesome. Thanks so much for letting me move in! I know it's not finalized yet, but I cannot even begin to tell you how excited I am. By the way Max, yuo make the best cups of coffee that I have ever had. Thanks so much for making this for me," I held up my cup in a sort of salute.

He nodded, and hopped off his bench. I then realized how incedibly tall he was. I guess to me, everyone seems tall, but he had to be at least 6'4", and Case wasn't too far behind at about 6'2".