Making a Friend

Allen was happy to have graduated highschool. It was definitely a feeling of accomplishment to have finished finally and be starting College. 18 years old and ready to start life as a freshman at Saint John's University.

Allen didnt know a single soul at this university. He held that as a blessing because he was used to being bullied growing up. He attributed that to not joining any of the public functions. Well that was all going to change. Allen promised himself to get involved at Saint John's as best as he could.

Allen promised himself that this was a new start and to actually try to make some friends in this new world.

As his first day of classes progressed he felt comfortable that he was flying under the radar quite well. This made him happy he wasn't being harrassed but a bit sour about the fact that he wasn't making any new friends. It was only the 1st day but it was starting to seem like a repeat of his life.

However, it was obviously an improved enviorment as the university had just been freshly remodeled. In a way all the students felt it was a new school regardless if they have already taken classes.

The gymnasium had a brand new basketball court with a clean reflective wood floor. It was setup so with a push of a button the basketball nets would raise to the ceiling and a volleyball net would lower transforming the entire room. A brand new wing built for training the cheerleading squads. They won several championships so the funding was donated by fans.

The new "Red Storm" mascot replaced the offensive "Red Man" mascot after several violent protests. Native Americans angered that the university using a 'Red Man' as a sports mascot thought it made Indigenous people look violent. So several tribes decided to prove that they were not violent by setting fire to several buildings on campus and shooting arrows through the windows of the dorms. Luckily noone was killed but the university decided that a point was made so a public announcement was declared that Native Americans are "Not" violent and the mascot would be changed.

The first change was initiated when the 'Red Man' statue was dismantled and the 'Red Woman' statue was put in its place. The new statue depicted a woman yelling angerly as blood dripped down her legs as she held a box of tampons in the air.

Several Women's groups were not amused and protested. They chanted "Menstruation doesn't make Women Angry!" over and over marching around waving signs.

All was going well until they marched into the gender studies building and violented attacked faculty and students.

The University appeared on the local news again with a new statement. "We want to announce we were wrong. Menstruation doesn't make women angry it makes them into beautiful peaceful princesses. The mascot will be changed....again"

The next mascot "The Red Communist" didnt go over well with the locasl russian population. So again it was changed.

After several failed attempts they eventually went with the "Red Storm". Hoping the weather wouldnt be offended. Unfortunately a tornado occured a week later that killed over 100 people in the town but noone connected that event to the new name for the mascot so "Red Storm" was officially adopted.

The cafeteria was state of the art. Touchscreen menu ordering and touch screen drink fountains with a multitude of drink options available. Fresh fruit readily available and a hibachi grill chef that doubled as a sushi chef.

Allen selected the alfredo pasta with grilled chicken and found an occupied table. Quickly looking around **** for a friendly face he spotted a group of older boys casually glancing at him and and laughing. "Oh no" he thought. "This can't be good"

One of them walked over and Allen judged by his bulging muscles that he must be a bully.

The student was smiling and politely asked "Do you mind if i sit with you for lunch?"

Allen looked around nervously and simply nodded saying "that's fine by me"

The student sat smiling and extended his hand for a shake "My name is Luke"

Allen shook the boy's hand "Allen" he replied.

"Are you new here at Saint John's?" Luke asked taking an inventory of how Allen was dressed.

Allen kind of giggled at that "oh good i thought you were a bully but i see you checking me out so you must be a fag. Thank god"

Luke laughed hard and loud "That was a good one! You are very hilarious! Are you always so funny?"

Allen smiled relieved that Luke liked his joke. "I try but i admit i am intimidated. Why does a big muscle guy want to sit with a little twig like me?"

Luke smiled "You got me. I do have a secret agenda. My mom works for the food services and i want to introduce new students to the cafeteria options"

Allen got excited and blurted out "Cool! Can i fuck your mom?"

Luke's eyes lit up! " Of course you can! She has the body of a supermodel!" Luke looks down to size up Allen. "I see you got a body on you too"

Allen folded his arms nervously. He always knew he was on the small side but the fact that he had trouble finding pants that he could squeeze his bubble butt into made his scrawny frame more of an hour glass figure than he would of wanted. "I was born like this. its actually embarrassing" Allen admitted.

Luke grabbed Allen's hands and looked in his eyes " im really sorry for embarrassing you by bringing it up. i didn't mean it like that. i just meant if you were a girl you would never have trouble finding a date with a setup like that" he said eyeing Allen's body up.

Allen felt oddly comfortable holding Luke's hands. Could this be his very first true friendship. Strange how it seemed maybe Luke was gay because he kept commenting on how attractive he was but Luke was almost twice the size of Allen. A big muscular friend like this could prove extremely valuable. So what if it turned out Luke was gay? Its not like Allen was into that anyway. Besides, gay people had a bunch of female friends. Maybe this gay Luke guy can get him a girlfriend.

So after a moment's thought and calculating the situation Allen stared back into Luke's eyes and said "Thank you for the compliment. I don't mind if you think i have a sexy girl body. I'm not gay, but you have an attractive body yourself, as a guy i mean."

Luke smiled "your not gay and thats for sure. look at these nails?" turning over Allen's hands examining his nails.

Allen pulled his hands back. "What's wrong with my nails?"

Luke smirked "no offense ....but they are super gross. Nasty even. If I'm going to be your friend you are definitely going to have to get a manicure."

Allen wanted ......no ......he needed a friend......if getting a manicure was the only price to pay than it was settled. He would do it.

Allen smiled "Yea sure i'll try that. I'll take care of my nails. I'm sorry they are kinda gross"

The bell rang but before leaving Luke whispered in Allen's ear "Tons of manicure tutorials on You Tube."

So after school Allen searched frantically on youtube and he discovered Amanda Bellatoni's channel. He watched a couple of quick videos and took notes. He got on the internet and rush delivered a few items he would need.

Cottonballs, Acetone for nails, a chunky nail file, buffing cube, salt shaker, Bare Vanilla Heat Lotion from Victoria's Secret, a bottle of top coat and bottom coat polish from Morgan Taylor, and he even order the "Don't worry, Be Brilliant!" reddish orange Morgan Taylor polish.

He stared at his nails confidently and said out loud in his room "If getting better nails means Luke will like me better than i'm going to have the best damn nails he's ever seen!"

End of Part One