Chapter #2Spencer encounters a fellow Southerner by: Zex   Created by fat_hiker
Spencer ducked his head instinctively as he carried the last boxes into the apartment. His was the room at the end of hallway, furthest from the kitchen/living room, a deliberate choice - because, while ambitious, Spencer knew he had to work hard for good marks, and furthest from the noise would help his studying. Originally from a small town in north Florida, Spencer's dad had made it big in trucking and moved them all to Miami. Spencer was the first of his family to go to college, and he was determined to become a lawyer - he'd watched his Dad pay high prices for 'consultations', and the lawyers he'd met all seemed well-off and driven - and Spencer wanted to be part of that. Plus, his Dad encouraged his ambitions - 'we got out of the swamp, boy, now you stay out of it!'
He looked around his three new roommates as he hauled his stuff in. A steroid ape - he knew that sort from high school, the whole football team back home had been on juice - a fat guy, and a pretty normal looking guy - on the short side, but from Spencer's lofty 6'7" perspective, nearly everyone was on the short side. The normal looking guy had claimed the room beside Spencer, while the fat guy was closest to the kitchen and the muscular jock had slotted in beside him, closest to the main door.
"How's it going?" said a voice from the door, in a soft southern accent. Spencer turned to see the short guy standing there, smiling.
"Good!" replied Spencer in his own educated southern accent. "Nice to meet a fellow southerner here. Where y'all from?"
"Baltimore."
"Well, that's still in the South," Spencer chuckled. He thrust out his hand. "Spencer."
"Wyatt."
"Well, Wyatt, are you here to study, to party, or to play?"
"Study - and party a little on weekends."
"Sounds like me. I'm aiming at law school, but there's a lot to do on the way."
"Chemistry for me - maybe biochemistry - or maybe biology. Don't know about our other two roommates - the Yank is a big one, isn't he?"
"You mean the fat guy? Sounds like he's from Boston."
"Yeah, somewhere there, though he says he's Italian."
The two walk down the hallway towards the kitchen. The muscular guy is hanging a photo of himself in a football jersey on the wall, while the fat guy is in the kitchen, stuffing food in the refrigerator. "Hi, I'm Dan," he says, straightening up from the fridge and offering a hand. "Just stocking some essentials."
"Spencer."
"Wyatt."
"We thought we'd go for a walk," says Spencer, and Wyatt doesn't disagree. "Wander around, find the library, the Quad, where the frosh stuff is."
"Sounds good!" replies Dan.  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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