Precious Virtue ✓

Chapter 1: A Couple Of Music Geeks

Precious Virtue

Chapter I: A Couple Of Music Geeks

[Preston's POV]

Dad and I arrived at the university campus bright and early at eight-thirty in the morning, where we had been shown to where the parking lot was for Elizabeth Hall, the residence building I would be moving into. We had gotten up bright and early at five am, giving us an hour to shower, get dressed, and load up all my stuff into the trunk and back seat of Dad's car. Then, when six am hit, we were on the road.

The whole trip to campus had taken us two hours, including the time we stopped to grab breakfast from a random coffee shop in the middle of a town I've never been in before. Needless to say, I was fucking tired and no amount of coffee could wake me up. But at the same time, I was excited to be moving into my residence dorm today.

It was busy. Despite it being early in the morning, there were already many first-year students and their families helping them move into residence. Though I was glad I was given the morning slot to move in, because I knew for a fact that it would only get busier later in the day, and by then, I would already be moved in. I picked up my residence keys from the resident desk, which was in a separate building considering Elizabeth hall was made up of a community of townhouse-style residence buildings, with each townhouse holding four to six students.

Now, I was helping Dad bring all of my stuff into my townhouse dorm, up the stairs to the second floor where my room was located. I helped him bring in my suitcases with my clothes, my bins of kitchen supplies, all my toiletries, etc. What was great about this residence, was that I got a full-sized kitchen with a fridge and stove to cook on, and my own bathroom that I had to share with only one other person. Oh, and a single room. Despite it being one of the most expensive out of all the buildings, I thought it was worth it.

"Fuck, you have a lot of stuff, Preston," Dad huffed, placing the last of my bins down on the floor in my dorm room. I glanced over at him and chuckled.

"Well, I am going to be living here for the next six months."

"Yeah, no kidding," He shook his head, the ghost of a smile on his face, "I'm going to miss you, ya know that?"

"Yeah..." I sighed, briefly glancing around at all my stuff on the floor, then back up at my dad, "I'll miss you too. And Kodey. But I'll be back for reading week next month—and Christmas, and the reading week after that..."

"Quit rambling and come give your old man a hug, would ya?" He said. I smiled crookedly at him, and when I walked over, Dad pulled me into his arms in a tight hug and patted my back. I hugged him back, and we stayed like that for a moment before he let go of me.

We got to unpacking. Dad helped me put on the mattress topper over my bed, before he made my bed, throwing on the sheets along with my comforter and my pillows. While he did that, I unpacked my suitcase, putting all of my clothes and shoes into the wardrobe. After I did that, I unpacked my laptop and school supplies, which I organized on my desk, and in the corner of my room, I put down my guitar.

It took me nearly two hours to unpack everything, but once I did, my room looked much more like a room, and it finally started to sink in that I was actually here, a freshman, majoring in neuroscience at the University of Leighton, the number one school I had been wanting to get into.

It was still crazy to think about, but it was an exciting fresh start that I couldn't wait to embark on.

I said goodbye to Dad. We gave me another one of his warm hugs, and this time, when he let go, he had tears in his eyes. I've rarely ever seen my dad cry, so the fact that he was tearing up now, just as he was about to leave, made it hard for me not to tear up as well.