Jamie didn't know why he was at the dorm. Some girl had given him the address. Last night. When he went to some Frat mixer.
Honestly, he knew he wouldn't join. He wasn't even sure if he liked her. But there he was, just because.
It was something to do.
Seriously, he wasn't even sure he could remember her face. But she was blond. Someone like her kind, had never really noticed him.
Now, he felt a little sad about it. She was probably not interested in him, anyway.
And then... when he opened the stairwell. There SHE was.
It was like looking at himself.
Was that odd?
No. No, he'd felt laughter, deep inside of him. It didn't seem real, at first. Perhaps, an out of body experience. But he'd gone on to help her and her brother.
"I think she's Japanese." He sighed as he watched his mom make his lunch, a whole wheat sandwich with mayo, bacon, turkey, lettuce, tomato and a dill pickle on the side.
She stopped what she was doing and looked him in the eye.
"Japanese?" She was ever so cold. "What were YOU doing in the dorm?" She made it sound as if he was in the wrong place, all along, but he didn't think so.
"What's wrong with that?" Jamie looked at her innocently enough. She sliced the sandwich ever so angry as if she'd stab that girl if she met her. She put the sandwich on the kitchen bar.
"Aw, Mom." Jamie festered a small frown. "You'd never..never make me go out..with.." Would she really want to make his life miserable? "You never ..you never arranged for Ducky to go out with anyone."
"He's gay." His mother snapped. She crossed her arms, as if this was different.
Before Jamie could even savor the sandwich, he promised. "I'll probably never ever see that girl again, anyway."