Jimmy Michaels smiled as he looked up at his new dorm building, Orange Hall at the University of Central Florida. He had dealt with an entire summer of football practice, and now he was about to begin college for the first time. He was not only a new UCF student, he was also the freshman quarterback for the UCF Knights football team. He had spent an entire summer of practice after graduating from New Trier High School in Winnetka, Illinois, and now football season was just around the corner.
"You ready, son?" His dad said to him while unloading the car.
"Yeah, sure, I just have to check in with the RA first."
Jimmy was awed by the new dorm he was in. Sure, he had stayed with the football team, but now that the school year was about to begin, he could enter the dorms and live with the other students.
"Okay, you're all set. Enjoy your room, and your time here in Orlando." His RA said.
"Thank you." Jimmy replied. He had brown hair, brown eyes, weighed about 200 lbs, and stood about 6'2''. His hair was medium length, with the back end of his hair going down to the nape of his neck. His face had an Irish look to it, considering his family was of Irish descent, but it did not look like the map of Ireland. Instead, it was somewhat slender. In terms of his build, he had the typical build of a quarterback. Not too big, not too small.
Jimmy was a hot prospect in high school. He was named the Chicago Sun-Times player of the year in 2007, which was his senior year in high school, and he had led the New Trier Trevians football team to their first state championship that same year, as well as being named an All-American. Among the schools that were trying to recruit the young quarterback were the University of Illinois, University of Southern California and other schools, but he chose UCF when those schools found other quarterbacks. The reason why he was so good was because of two reasons: One, he was smart. He could read opposing defenses like a book, and could get even the toughest play to work. Second, he had a good, strong and accurate throwing arm. However now, thanks to going down to Muck City, Florida on the weekends in summer, he was more elusive now. However, that will be detailed on later.
In terms of his personality, Jimmy was basically a guy who obeyed the Man Laws. He hated modern rap, emo and pop. He preferred Hard Rock and Metal. Zeppelin, G'n'R, AC/DC, Metallica, Slayer, Helloween, he loved those bands. He hated Britney Spears and didn't care much for her music. Pay attention to that, because that one is important. He was the kind of guy who didn't take crap from anybody and would stand up for himself. He loved football, as he had played it all his life.
It only took 3 hours for Jimmy's room to be set up. He had already obtained his books, so there was no need for him to go to the bookstore now. He said goodbye to his mom and dad.
"Are you going to come see me in action some time?" He asked them.
"Yeah, we'll try too. We hope you guy do good this year."
"Thanks, dad. We should." He gave his mom a hug, and his dad a handshake as they left. He was now alone, several thousand miles from home. But, college is a new beginning. He was excited about the football season. He had survived concussions, injuries, big scary linebackers, defensive lineman, even chasing rabbits in Muck City, but nothing could compare him for something even worse than all those thing put together: his roommate.
An hour after his parents left, the door to his room opened. Jimmy thought that his roommate would be a fellow UCF football player, but the person who stepped through the door made his jaw drop to the floor.
"Hellooooooooo, Orlando!" Said his new roommate. Jimmy was aghast at this person. If you want a description, here it is: He was practically a clone of Chris Crocker. In fact, if this story were to be made into a movie, Crocker would be the person playing Jimmy's roommate.
"Who the hell are you!?" Jimmy yelled, still aghast at his roommate.
"My, my, I didn't know my roommate was such a stud." Jimmy groaned. He tolerated homosexuals and he disliked homophobes, but he had a bad feeling this guy would test his patience.
"Back off buddy, I ain't gay." He said.
"Oh, well. I'm Taylor Robinson, I'm your roommate." Taylor said in his effeminate voice.
Great, why the hell couldn't I be sharing a room with the wide out, or linebacker? Jimmy thought. An entire school year of having to deal with this guy would drive him nuts.
"My, look at all these ugly guys." Taylor said, insulting Jimmy's rock posters, particularly his Metallica poster.
"Hey! What did you say!?" Jimmy shot back, with an offended tone. "Don't you dare insult any of these bands! Or it'll be the last thing you ever do!"
"Jeez, calm down." Taylor replied. "By the way, sailor, what's your name?"
"Name's Jimmy Michaels. I'm the freshman quarterback for the UCF football team. I'm from Winnetka, Illinois, which is just north of Chicago."
"Oh, you're a Chicagoan. I don't know anyone there. Are they all criminals?" If Taylor wasn't gay, Jimmy would have killed him right then and there out of sheer offense. "I'm from LA in case you're wondering."
"West Hollywood?" Jimmy replied, getting Taylor to raise his eyebrow.
"No, I'm from the San Fernando Valley."
"What the hell ever, I gotta read this play book."
"Ugh, football is barbaric." Taylor said. As he said that, Jimmy gave him one of the nastiest looks you have ever seen. If looks could kill, Jimmy would be charged with a hate crime. The two stopped talking as Taylor moved his stuff in. When he was done, he also said goodbye to his parents. Jimmy couldn't tell, but he suspected that Taylor's dad slightly resented his son's sexuality. Taylor put up his posters. Again, this giy is a Chris Crocker clone, so try and guess who the posters had on them. Jimmy groaned and rolled his eyes and flatly stated,
"Britney sucks." His comments made Taylor stop in his tracks and he in turn gave Jimmy a nasty look. Jimmy simply laughed and shook his head.
"Don't try to scare me, buddy, I've dealt with things MUCH scarier than a guy like you giving me a nasty look." He said.
"Like what?" Taylor asked.
"Well, for starters, I almost got hit by a car once, but mainly seeing opposing linebackers and defensive lineman coming right at me. And some of these guys are a lot bigger than me. You think you can scare with that? Ha!"
"Whatever. Britney is much better than what you like." Jimmy gave him a look.
"Britney Spears is processed, corporate bullshit. She is a sell-out, and the music she makes is fake. If you want to listen to some real music, here it is." He clicked on something on his computer. Slayer's "Raining Blood" began blaring from Jimmy's computer, and Taylor began holding his ears.
"Make it stop! Make it stop!" Taylor yelled. Jimmy just threw his head back and laughed. Suddenly, the music stopped, and his computer screen went blank. Jimmy looked at Taylor, who was holding the power cord for Jimmy's computer. Taylor suddenly realized that he had only three seconds or less before Jimmy killed him if he didn't run, so he did so. Jimmy only chased him to the doorway
"Yeah, that's right, you'd better run!" He laughed as he went back into his room and plugged his computer back in.