Golden Boys

Chapter One: Finally You Dream Reality

It was an accident the way we meet. At least that's what I'd tell everyone when they ask how we actually met.

That doesn't matter right now because the second time we meet Calum doesn't remember my name .

The third time we meet he finds me in an ocean of bodies and screams it.

That's what matters to me.

      College is a mess. It is a place where a bunch of overgrown children go to learn how to be adults and it doesn't always work. Luke is a third year and he's still not sure if it's working for him yet. At least he's stopped ordering take-out whenever the cafeteria decided to serve crap with a side of shit (which was every other day) and learned how to cook for himself. Anyway, what makes college an even bigger mess are the parties and the easily accessible alcohol. Someone around you can get you what you want and someone else can get it for cheaper. Luke learned that quickly enough in his first year.

     Now, as a third year, the parties lost their glitz and glamour. Which wasn't hard because most college parties were just a mess of bodies getting sweaty off cheap beer, vomit and bad music. Luke has formulated the perfect way to survive any college with minimal emotional and physical damage.

Know your limit.If you want to get trash let a friend know so they can watch out for you.Always have your phone on you.Don't drink anything you haven't poured yourself.Drink that fucking water.Have some fries before bed.

    He learned his formula the hard way after his first year and half of his second year. He's gotten much wiser since then or maybe his alcohol capacity had grown over the years (his liver probably hates him). Anyway, this essentially meant there were fewer killer hangovers and fewer mornings waking up in a stranger's bed with no recollection of the night before.

     The French fries rule came after he spent the better part of a crazy night of drinking in a McDonald's eating fries like it was his fucking job with his friends. The following day he miraculously woke up with no hangover.

      "Hey, you're still coming tonight right?" a voice called out form his phone as it laid on his dresser. Luke was in the middle of picking out clothes for the night.

     "No, I think I'll just stay in and watch the Notebook again and order an extra-large pepperoni. You know the usual Saturday night for eligible bachelor Luke Hemmings" He muses as he decides over a plain black button up and red silky one. He already had on a pair of black leather pants. Something his younger self probably would have balked at if he saw them. Yet, Luke liked to think that with age not only did he become wiser about his alcohol consumption but his style choices as well.

      "Ha-Ha Luke you're so funny you should really drop out now and pursue a career in comedy." Luke rolled his eyes and slipped on the silky red shirt. He loved the way that material felt so smooth and cool over his skin every single time. It was like just a tiny little taste of luxury.

      "Thanks for the great life advice Ash, I'll be sure to drop by my advisor's office and let them know that I'm no longer going to be a music major instead I'm hitting comedy central. I'll have a Netflix special in no time" He buttoned up the shirt but left the first two or three undone. The rose-red complimented his pale chest nicely. The phone in front of him cackled with a familiar laugh. Luke smirked to himself before he pushed his blond curls behind his ears. After the quiff had run its course Luke had let his hair grow out and let his curls remain. Maybe he had grown too lazy to straighten them every day or maybe he liked the way they looked on him. He liked the way the golden ringlets looked each time they fell from behind his ears. They looked pretty and Luke liked pretty things.