The Ghost Of My Dreams

Chapter 1: Before

First years in college are made for blossoming friendships. They're made for new experiences and they're to make memories to last forever. Many students in this time experience Romance and heartbreak but the story on everyone's lips lives in the walls of University of Florida.

Clay was only 19 when he moved into the halls of the university. His green artifacts and memorabilia sprinkled across the room with joy in his new found independence. Memories pinned to the wall alongside posters and calendar dates. The rather tall blonde boy, curled up in a neon green hoodie, was practically camouflaged against his room. The only thing that wasn't just a little bit green was a white circle sticker that hid in the corner of everything. It was cute. A brand almost.

His grass green eyes trailed every wire in his computer as he began to set up the monitors, waiting for his unknown roommate to arrive. The excitement made his fingers shiver with joy.

George stood at the door to the building, arms clutching the five suitcases he brought with him. White plastic glasses scanned his perimeter as he messaged his mother for the last time. The British transfer student held nerves in every breath, letting them dance with his feet as he walked forward. The hazing heat felt rather unhelpful as he pushed open the door and desperately clicked an elevator door.

George was starting his first year in computer sciences a few years later than most, not due to his choice but rather his family. Although the thought was shoved into one ear and out the other as the elevator dinged to the correct floor in record time. He could barely think as he dragged the mountains of luggage to the room, pushing the new key in hesitantly and opening the door to his new life.

Neither of the boys expected one another, but as George's chocolate brown eyes landed onto Clay's football field circles the flame in their stomachs burst. George gulped and let a clammy hand reach out to the younger.

"H-hello! I'm George, sorry I didn't knock" George stuttered out, his thick English accent tying Clay's tongue into a knot.

"A-Ah! H-hi! My name is Clay it's nice to meet you" The tallest stood up, knocking his head on the desk before reaching his full height. The small knock only gave a slight zing of pain but his bright red face and jittered movements could hide everything but the way he felt about the guy in front of him.

Clay reached forward and grabbed three of George's suitcases, pulling them in the room with ease.

"You don't have to do that! I've got it" George tried to grab the bags, reaching across Clay's body. Clay only smirked and dropped the bags onto the empty bed.

"Oh do ya?" He chucked, leaning back only a small amount to let George fall in front of him. George stumbled, his face pushing close to Clay's chest.

A bright red flush bloomed across his cheeks as he looked up to Clay, daggers in his eyes. Clay only smirked with joy.

"Yes I've got it, no need to be a dick" George hissed, a playful tone hidden under the harshness.

Clay's interest was peaked by the smaller British guy, and teasing him seemed much more fun.

"Whoever said I was being a dick? I was being helpful" he smugly smiled at George, revelling in George's reactions.