Sorority Boy
Chapter 21

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Disclaimer:
This is a work of fiction. There should be no way that these characters are like anyone else, but if that isn’t the case, it has definitely been unintentional. Also, if you happen to find that your life is represented in these pages, I’ll be impressed.
 
 
I was almost done with my final draft of my English paper and was getting ready to start studying for my Women’s Studies Midterm. There were a lot of dates and names I would need to remember and that sometimes caused me trouble. I just wanted to make sure I passed everything and went into the Fall Break on an up note. I sipped more of my mocha and went back to the textbook. There had been a lot more into that class than I had expected but it was certainly interesting and enlightening.

“Excuse me?” A male voice broke into my thoughts and I looked up, rather surprised.

The guy in front of me looked familiar and then everything clicked. “Paul?”

He grinned at me and seemed happy to see me. “I thought it was you Caitlin. How is your semester going?”

I gestured invitingly to a chair as I answered. “Not too bad. Rush is going great and I am doing pretty well in my classes as far as I know. Nothing crazier than normal is going on. What about you?”

He took the proffered seat and replied, “Not too bad. I’ve just staying really busy between the Frat and school.”

He chuckled a little and smiled as that. I grinned and asked, “Is that a good thing or a bad thing?”

“Yes.” I understood his answer as it was true for me as well. While part of me would have appreciated no doing things, the busy meant I was learning something, or at least that was how I took it. I am sure other people’s mileage might vary.

“That’s nice I guess.” I did like Paul and if things hadn’t been working out with Meredith who knew where that might have gone. He made my head spin in a way that was confusing and delightful. Not exactly good for me as there were enough internal questions about who I was.

I was about to say something else to him when a movement behind him caught my eye. My eyes widened in recognition and my heart sped up as a vision right out of one of my nightmares was walking this way. A familiar Quarterback was moving towards us, Thomas Fairbanks and my fight or flight kicked off really hard. I tried to think of something, anything that would hide me and only one thing came to mind. I grabbed Paul, pulled him in close, and whispered quickly, “Kiss me!”

He complied without hesitation, our kiss deepening out of necessity and just a bit of desire. Again, it was making me light headed and I was afraid of swooning in his arms. My arms were around his neck pulling him into me or me into him, I wasn’t sure. My attention was partially split between following Thomas and getting lost in the kiss. Damn Paul kissed well.

After a few minutes, he let me go and we both were panting slightly from the experience. He quirked an eyebrow at me and I could feel myself blush. “Uhm… thanks.”

“No complaints here. So what brought that on?” He was laughing at me. Not on the outside but it was clear that inside he was laughing at me.

It was a fair question even though I was a bit embarrassed to answer it. “A nightmare.”

“Hunh?” Paul could be so erudite sometimes.

“Okay… I have had this nightmare a few times of this asshole jock from high school catching me here and bad things ensued. Really bad things ensued.” The explanation was kind of weak but it was fine. I hoped. I really didn’t want to go into more detail if I didn’t have to.

“And this nightmare scared you so much that when you saw him here all you wanted to do was kiss me?” Paul looked a touch amused and confused which didn’t help me.

“I wanted to run, but that would just draw attention to me. I figured that hiding from people by kissing someone else was a classic and just might work for me, since you were here.” I admitted, blushing furiously. I wanted to head back to the House and hide in my room, maybe even my closet for as long as I was on campus. Was that a bad plan?

“I can promise Caitlin that I wasn’t offended. Thank you for that by the way.” He smirked at me. “But I should let you know that I have a guy I am interested in.”

This perked me up. Good news that had nothing to do with me making myself look stupid. “Really?”

He grinned. “Really. He plays Rugby and is very hot.”

I chuckled some at that. “Like jocks, eh?”

Paul rolled his eyes playfully. “Whatever.”

He then looked at his watch and then frowned. “Oops, got to go. I have class soon. Take care Caitlin and if you need to hide some more just let me know.”

“You too Paul.” I watched him leave and smiled. I was happy for him. He found someone just like I did and that was a good thing in my book. Meredith had made a lot of things better for me and I was pretty okay with that. Life was good.

I collected my things and left as well. I saw no reason to tempt fate any more than I had to by remaining in the University Center. I made it out to my car with no sign of Fairbanks anywhere about and was happy about that. I needed to get out of here for a little bit, as that was way, way too close for my comfort. If I had been caught things could have gone very bad very quick.

Becca didn’t answer her phone, so that left her out. She was probably in class now that I thought about it. Meredith and Gwen were in classes. I called Alison to see if she were busy. She actually answered her phone which surprised me a bit. “What’s up Cait?”

“Not much. Just had the shit scared out of me by an apparition from my past over at the UC. Can I come over and hide for a while? I really don’t want to be even near campus.”

“Sure thing. Hustle on over. I was just getting ready to watch Lost Boys if you want to join me.” She sounded excited, which made it sound like a good plan to me. Besides watching a Goth movie with a Goth sounded like it might be really fun.

“Need me to pick anything up?” I asked, wanting to be a good friend.

“Oh… yeah. Could you grab some orange juice? I can make us some Fuzzy Navels. I even have some vodka if we want them a bit stronger. Parts of the movie are really fun when you are a bit tipsy. And if your day was crap it can’t hurt.” She sounded excited over that. Honestly, given what had just happened or rather not happened, it sounded good to me. Booze it is.

When I reached the store, I walked on in, planning on grabbing some of the good juice for this. There were some glass bottles of organic Valencia juice in the produce area and that just sounded like just the thing for Fuzzy Navels. I loved that juice anyway so how could adding alcohol be a bad thing? I grabbed a thing of that and spotted something else that made me grin huge. It was the perfect Orange Juice for Alison and I had to get it. It was a Need. There was really no question about it in my mind. She needed this like other people needed air. She needed this like I needed sanity. I grabbed some and took off.

Once at her apartment, I handed her the paper bag with the juice in it and I headed into the living room. If I had stayed in there with her I would have blown it, I was sure of it. I turned at the loud squeal and saw Alison sort of dancing, holding the thing of juice, hugging it off and on. She even kissed it once. She put it down and rushed into the room, leaping over the sofa and grabbing me into a fierce hug. “Thank you thank you thank you!!!”

She then surprised me with a kiss to my lips. My mind turned off, I was so stunned by her action and had no idea what to do. She hugged me and then bounded back to the kitchen. While I was trying to figure out what had just happened, I could hear her singing some sort of Cure song while she made the drinks. I blinked a few dozen times, trying to reboot my brain. She kissed me. Alison kissed me. She kissed me.

What the hell??

She? Me? Hunh?

Alison came back in, still sort of bouncing happily and sat down next to me, handing me the clear glass with the thick pulpy red juice in it. “Cheers!”

We clinked glasses and she started the movie, sipping happily from the drink. The drink was bitterer than I had ever had before, but not in a bad way. It was very tasty. The bitter juice balanced nicely with the hefty amount of Peach Schnapps she had added. I really, really needed this as my mind was whirling between seeing Thomas and Alley kissing me. Things did not make any sense, they really didn’t. Time to drink heavily, I thought. I mean, was that really a bad plan at this point?

By the end of the movie we were both fairly verschnockered, between the blood orange juice and the Valencia what had drunk. We both stood, sang along with Jim Morrison and danced around like we were both tripping hippies, which I guess wasn’t far from the truth. When that song ended, we collapsed back onto the couch and giggled. She turned to me and asked, “Wanna watch Lost Boys 2?”

“Any good?”

“Nope!” She grinned. “I’m hungry. I want some Lo Mein and Rice. What about you?”

Thinking back to the scene in the movie with the Chinese food I giggled. Chinese sounded like just the thing after Lost Boys. “Lo Mein sounds good. Garlic Chicken?”

She giggled and lightly slapped me on the arm, saying, “Silly woman, we can’t have Garlic Chicken. We’re Vampires.”

We both laughed some more at that and I then said, “Well, how about something Hunnan-y?”

“Like my Poonany?” She stumbled her way to the phone, laughing some more at her own expense.

“Your Poonany tastes all Hunnan-y?” I asked, tittering at the idea of anyone tasting like that naturally.

“Ssshhhhh! I’m ordering.” She struggled with not giggling at the person taking her order.

I didn’t pay attention to her ordering as I was now looking over her DVD’s to find something to watch next. I spotted something familiar and put it in the DVD player, chuckling over how great it would be to see Alley’s reaction. I turned off the TV so she wouldn’t figure out what it was until I started it, because it would be too perfect. She flumped down and I managed to focus enough to get the remotes to work.

When the My Little Pony movie came on she started laughing and we both tried to sing along with the theme song, slaughtering it horribly. A short while later there was a knock at the door, prompting us to pause the film and she went over to the door, paid for and brought in the food. We laid things out on the coffee table and munched a little of everything. We had Fried Wontons and Eggrolls as appetizers, then our noodles, rice and Hunnan Chicken for the meal itself. It was really good.

As we ate, sobriety began to return, which was a good thing in my opinion. The only downside is that I had to wonder what sort of crack I had been on to even put the My Little Pony movie in. I mean, the My Little Pony Movie? I had to have been seriously smashed for that choice to have made some sort of sense. We stopped it when we realized that it had stopped being funny and put something else in. That helped, as I wasn’t sure I could deal with more singing horses in pastel colors. Everyone had their limit and I had reached mine.

We both sat back on the couch, full of tasty Chinese food and content while we watched The Adams Family, floating in a nice haze of booze buzz and food pleasure. It was a much better film choice than the one I had made that was for sure. I sighed, “This is nice.”

“Yeah, it really is. So what happened today that freaked you out?” asked Alison, eating some more Lo Mein.

I told her about my close encounter of the Neanderthal kind earlier and the dream I had during Rush where the jackass had figured prominently. She nodded in understanding. “Well, your slight panic makes so much sense now. Has this helped you to calm down?”

“Yeah. I feel a lot better.” I sighed, there really was a weight that had lifted off of me. “This really did help.”

“Good. Then everything is taken care of for now. You ready for this weekend?” She asked, smiling.

“You mean the whole weekend thing ending with Initiation?” I clarified. I mean, sure, there could have been something else going on but I kind of doubted it. I was still a bit tipsy which was part of the problem.

“Yeah. I am excited. We made it this far, all in one piece, without losing anyone. I am stoked about this and I had signed up for this whole thing as a joke, to make fun of the perky bitches in all the other Houses. You really helped me to see a different side to this whole thing and for that I am really grateful. Thanks Caitlin.” Alison smiled at me.

I shrugged. “Well, I couldn’t just let you think that all of these Houses were the same. Our House has some amazing women in it and they are so accepting. I would never have imagined when I came here that I would actually be looking forward to being some sort of weird Sorority boy but I really am looking forward to becoming a Sister of the House. I am really excited and can’t wait. All of this has been worth it because of the awesome friends I have made.”

“Yeah. This has been a long strange trip Caitlin, but it has most certainly been worth it. Thank you for being my friend and making sure I stayed for the ride.” She hugged me and kissed me on the cheek.

Life was certainly good.

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To Be Continued...