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A Risky Fantasy (Part 1.) (Request from /u/throwaway_982532)

EDIT: https://www.reddit.com/r/girlfartstories/comments/8pw0yl/a_risky_fantasy_part_1_request_from_uthrowaway/

Tristan tugged the zipper of his backpack closed, and then stood up from his chair, pulling the backpack over his shoulder. Orchestra practice had just ended, and students were filling the large room with chatter as they gathered their things and started filing out of the double doors on the far end. He picked up his clarinet case and turned to collect his sheet music with a scowl on his face. His binder tumbled from the music stand when he threw it shut a little too hard, and he sighed.

"Stupid binder," he muttered.

Most of the students had left the room by the time he had picked his binder up from the floor and reorganized all of his sheet music, as everyone was eager to get an earlier start to their long weekend. Tristan walked out of the rows of chairs that made up the woodwinds section and headed towards the doors, lightly kicking a chair that stood a little in his way as he grumbled to himself.

The cool evening air breezed through the trees lining the sidewalk, carrying a certain excitement across the campus that was reflected by all of the students greeting each other in the parking lot and in the small courtyard in front of the music building, but this feeling of excitement was lost on Tristan as he marched down the steps, his eyes trained on the ground in front of him. He crossed through the courtyard and started making his way down the sidewalk, his binder in one hand and his clarinet in the other. Usually he hummed to himself when he walked alone, but he wasn't in the mood to this evening.

Tristan's dorm was a short walk away from the music building, and he reached the front doors to his building having only walked for a few minutes. He pushed the large door open and stepped into the elevator room. The air was cooler inside, and he relaxed a little bit, noticing that the room must have been freshly cleaned. A small frown creased his forehead, however, when he spotted a couple next to the elevator doors, wrapped tightly in each others arms, and giggling to each other. He sighed and pulled out his phone.

The elevator doors dinged, and at the same moment, he got a text notification. He glanced up, watching the couple move into the elevator, and then looked at the text. His mood improved somewhat as he saw who it was from.

The contact name simply said Reagan, because he couldn't think of a funny name. She thought of funny names for him all the time, and seemed to come up with one every week. She would send him a screencap of his contact information everytime she did this, and he would feel a wonderful lightness in his chest for the next two days.

The message from Reagan said:

"What are you up to? Come over? :)"

Tristan replied "sure" and quickly marched out of the elevator room as the elevator doors slid closed. He had forgotten all about the couple that had entered the elevator and trotted out to the sidewalk, where he took a deep breath, realizing that he hadn't noticed how beautiful the evening was. Then he briskly made his way to Reagan's dorm building, which was just a block away.

He was a bit infatuated with Reagan. Just a bit. They had been friends since middle school, always doing things together, always making each other laugh. She was easily the most attractive girl he had ever seen in his life, with her silky dark brown hair and her large brown eyes. She was some kind of asian or pacific islander mixed with german or something, Tristan didn't really know. All he knew was that she was gorgeous. Her smile was toothy but in a cute way, with tiny dimples appearing by the corners of her mouth whenever her grin displayed her straight white teeth. Her goofy grin made his day whenever he saw it. Her laugh was amazing too, and sometimes she would snort, which never failed to melt Tristan's heart, but the best part about Reagan's smiles was that they reached her eyes like no one else's did. She could smile with her eyes just as much as with her mouth, and the combined effect made him feel like he could climb a mountain just to have her laugh at something he said.