Posted Thu Jul 9, 2015 | 340 Words | Tagged story

“Hey bro, I’m Ry your room-mate”

“Thanks,” I said trying to pretend my happiness. Just from his voice I knew this wasn’t going to be good as these kinda of people were not good at all.

Later that evening once I had unpacked everything from the car, I sat down to read a book on my bunk. Thankfully it was the bottom one as I hated bunk beds.

I hear the door open and Ryan comes in, looking incredibly drunk already. I knew already this year was going to be hard. He stumbles towards the bed,

“Bro, look after this for me”

He placed his cap on my head and I nodded that I heard him over my headphones and he stumbles back out to join his friends.

I get up needing to use the bathroom and stretch a little. As I do, I stretched a lot and felt my muscles spasm a bit as I did. I put them down to my sides and walked towards the bathroom. I caught sight of myself in the mirror. I realised I was was still wearing Ryan’s cap.

I needed to stretch again and I did feeling all of my muscles stretch at the same time. I felt a bit hazy afterwards looked in the mirror. I had a tattoo on my neck which I thought was a bit odd as I would never do such a thing.

My mind feeling cloudy, strange thoughts came into my head. I couldn’t think so I went with them. I took off my jeans and underpants and then opened Ryan’s drawer and got a pair of red boxershorts out and gave them a sniff. Oh god you could smell him.

I put them on and then a pair of his shorts. Then I gave a final stretch and I felt it stretch my stomach. I felt a slight prickle on my arms and around the base of my neck.

I heard Ry open the door,

“Bro, looks like we’re gonna be good room-mates”

“Yeah bro”