The minute hand on his watch clicked, meeting the twelve and Colton let out a small breath he didn’t know he had been holding this whole time. He’s late, he thought to himself before silently shaking it from his head as if to forgot he thought that. It’s not that he was waiting for the boy or that the pair pureposely set up this time to meet each other. Since the beginning of the year, when they moved into the dormitories right next to each other, every morning they would take the elevator ride down together since both of their classes began at the same hour. So Preston’s appearance was expected. It was routine, and him not being on time that morning made Colton a little bit..should he say, worried. But he was always the type to jump to the worst conclusions. Taking one last look up the hallway in the direction of their dormitories, Colton pressed the down arrow, hearing the little beep and the thud of metal as the elevator ceased its movement on their floor and the mechanical doors slid open for the only passenger. Stepping inside, Colton then jabbed at the number on the wall trying to hurry up the process of the doors when he heard a small, “Wait for me,” and Preston slipped his way through the narrowly closing doors. Colton’s heart skipped a beat at his sudden arrival, the boy out of breath from his probable run to catch the ride down. Colton wanted to be smart and say you were late but instead he kept his mouth shut, not wanting to make a fool out of himself, something he was prone to do without thinking. Usually their rides together consisted of either two scenarios: Bracing the ride in awkward silence, or engaging in conversation of their sex life. Well, they talked about Preston’s sex life. The sex life that Colton was so lucky enough to hear most nights through the thin walls, the hot and heavy sounds one that lulliabied him to sleep. Colton didn’t have a sex life..he had stories. Lies that he made up upon their first encounter in order to look cooler than what he was. Here this boy came, so daring and charming, able to get whoever - whatever - he wanted so easily, and then there was Colton. Who came from vastly different backgrounds and who no one ever gave a second glance to. In his sophomore year of college and still hadn’t learned how to live a little, to get that full college experience. It was embarrassing. So Colton made up wild stories about the guys he slept with in order not to look like a big dweeb. Muttering a small greeting, Colton then turned forward as the doors shut close with a small clank, wondering which way their conversation was going to go today.
