Andy picked up the book that laid in front of his dorm. "Hmm? What's this?" The cover had pretty much melted away, but there was something telling him that he needed to pick it up. He stared blankly at the cover before taking it up with him to his dorm. He hesitated as he heard a loud boom on the other side.
"FUCK YEAH!" Tristan cheered as he slammed a football into the ground. "That's what I'm fuckin' talkin' about!"
Andy pushed forward. Whatever Tristian was happy about had to almost be over. He stepped inside to see Tristan and a couple of his friends sitting around his room playing some shooter. They all seemed to notice him walk in.
"SUP BRO!" Tristan nodded at Andy as he walked in. "Thought you were at the library all day."
"I was. It's 6pm now..." Andy glared.
"Wait for fuckin' real!?" Tristan and his friends jumped up. "No fuckin' way! Where'd the day go?"
The other two pushed their way past Andy while Tristan started rummaging around for something. Tristan stripped his shirt off right there. "Hey. No fuckin' lookin'." He glared. "I know I'm hot but this bod's for the ladies. Got it?"
"G-got it..." Andy turned around. He sat on his bed, looking the other way.
Tristan continued to get dressed and then sprayed an ungodly amount of cologne on his body. Andy couldn't help but cough at the powerful smell. "Fuckin' good. Right?" Tristan bragged. "But you better not jerk off to it when I leave..." He stuck an angry finger out at Andy.
"I won't," Andy answered. Though, there were still a couple of time that he had. Tristan was hot. He hated how much he thought so. The big handsome jock with a confident personality that went well into arrogance was somehow really really attractive.
"Good," Tristan stated. "I'll be out late with the boys. Matt's got a girl who's got a bunch of hotties that are coming to the frat house tonight. Don't wait up." He smirked as he left, slamming the door behind him.
"DoN't WaIt Up..." Andy snarked back. Like he would. Though, he couldn't deny that Tristan being gone on Friday nights was the best thing for him. Apart from the few times he'd stumbled in drunk, Tristan rarely came back at all on the weekends.
Instead, Andy turned to the book. There was just something negging me about it and I had to know what it was. I opened it up and strange elegant font started to appear, 'Think about what you would like to know... and then turn the page. When you have, feel free to make any changes to the text that you feel is right.'
Andy took a moment before doing as the book asked and thought about...