Stroke of Luck

Part One.

New short story that's been running through my head for a while now and finally decided it was time to write it down. It will only be around four parts like 'My Dear Brother', so keep in mind that it will go at a fast pace. Vote and comment, please? ... Thank you!
-Shax <3
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Part One.

Something that I will always remember is my mom telling me that once I entered college, that I would know who I really was. Mom would look at my skater style and sigh in hope that I would really change. I guess she really didn’t like that I was trying to grow dreadlocks or that I wanted to pierce every orifice on my face. She would always tell me that whatever I was into in middle school or high school would surely change once I was in college. I didn’t want to believe her, but truth be told, mothers tend to always be right.

She just didn’t know the amount of changes that would happen, and neither did I until it happened.

Ah, I remember that day I arrived at my dorm on my first day of college. The university had accepted me on a scholarship, which meant everything was paid but I had to work my ass off to not end up in the streets. Who would have thought that I would have a passion for science? Surely my mother didn’t because she still had huge hopes that I would become a lawyer or an accountant even after I told her I wanted to go into science.

‘A mother’s dream is for her child to do well in this world,’ she would tell me with a determined look in her eye.

Anyway, on my first day in college, I met my roommate; Louis. He looked like the geeky guy with glasses who would probably never get further than second base with a girl. Louis was around the same height as me (5’10”), had shaggy brown hair, black framed glasses, collar shirt with a vest on top, and worse of all, he used suspenders. All Louis needed was the pocket protector and the inhaler.

I didn’t care about looks much since I looked like the white version of Bob Marley, only shorter and skinnier, so I had no place for judgments. Louis and I clicked instantly even though we were complete opposites. I was loud, rough, and easy going. He was quiet, gentle, and emotional. But the more we talked during the following days; we realized that we liked many of the same things even when we were so different personality wise. It was funny how Louis was the quiet guy yet he could crack me up with just a single word or look at the right time.

We were polar opposites but in a matter of weeks, we became the best of friends.

We went through the first year without much going on. We had fun, studied together after classes, and on the weekends we would watch sappy movies and get drunk. I remember the first time I got Louis drunk, it was fucking hilarious! It turns out that when drunk, Louis tends to be very lovey-dovey and sillier than when sober. I had told him this and he would swear that he would get me back one day. Louis had become the best friend I never had back home, even when he acted like my mother and nagged me about the mess I had on my side of the room.

Summer break was fast approaching and I couldn’t wait to go home. Living in Boston for a year was making me homesick. I wanted to walk on the beach, feel the warm sand, and eat barbecue till I was close to exploding. I had asked Louis if he wanted to come with me for the summer break, but he denied and we said our goodbyes in the airport for the summer.

The moment the plane touched California ground, I felt tears of joy rushing down my cheeks. Before, I couldn’t wait to leave this place, and now I was crying out of pure happiness. I guess I was really homesick. When I got home, my mom hugged me tightly and told me how much she had missed me and then continued to tell me to cut off my dreadlocks. I laughed and shook my head, ignoring her following comments about my hair. People liked my hair back in Boston. Louis had complimented me multiple times cause of my dreadlocks. I wasn’t going to cut them off just because mom couldn’t handle them.