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him.
                  “Heck, yea!” he exclaims.
                  Andrew always makes me smile. Hailing from Lafayette, he has a Cajun accent. He speaks with a slight twang which would probably go unnoticed by people in his hometown, but I hear it as clear as a bell. 
                  “I will be right out of the shower,” I state. “Wanna join and wash my back?”
                  “Pfft,” replies Andrew. “Maybe next time, honey.”
                  Andrew emphasizes the word ‘honey’ as he quickly closes the door. I knew the answer would be no before I asked him. Any straight guy would probably jump at the chance to hop in the shower with a coed but Andrew is different. To put it frankly, I am the wrong gender to float Andrew’s boat. Which is a huge let down for Michelle. Andrew is handsome and takes great care to work out and dress nicely. His efforts are not for the ladies though which makes me feel comfortable around him. He is genuinely into being our friend with no ulterior motives. With him, we don’t have to contemplate what he is thinking. It did not matter because, most likely, his indecent thoughts are not about me or Michelle.
                  Quickly, I lather up and rinse off. I step out of the shower stopping to look at myself in the mirror. I scrutinize my body. Focusing on my best features first, I stare at my face. I love my long, blond hair and blue eyes. My eyes slip down to my belly and hips. Those always seem to be my trouble areas. I could see the definition on the outer parts of my abs. The center however is covered by a thin pudgy layer that betrays the beautiful abs I believe to be hiding underneath. I sigh as I avert my eyes and get back to the matter of drying off. I begin with my body working my way up to my hair. When I am satisfied, I wrap the towel around my body and walk into my dorm room.
                  Michelle and Andrew are sitting together on her bed talking. I smile. Andrew has become one of our dorm buddies. He lives right across the hall from us. Although he may technically live there, he spends a lot of time hanging out with us in our room. In any other situation, he would be overstepping boundaries diving way too far and too deeply into our personal lives but not in college.
                  You meet new friends quickly. College creates a situation where you are out of your element. The comforting surroundings of home and high school quickly dissolve and you are left to adapt to a new world with new faces. You are forced to make friends and make them fast. Michelle greets new people with open arms. Her warm friendly smile reaches out and no one is a stranger. I, on the other hand, smile warmly at them while I analyze them quietly deciding when to completely trust them. It takes me a little while to warm up to new people.
                  Of course, Michelle is so amiable that it forces me to want to be the same way. We mostly meet boys, but that seems to be what happens when two blondes walk around the dorms together. It’s as if we have bull’s eyes on our backs. Being recognizable allows us to meet new people like Andrew.
                  He calls us his ‘little boo’s’. It is a word I have only heard on movies and shows that portray the South. It makes me feel warm and welcome to know that he likes us enough to give us a nickname. I shoot one more glance over at him before I go to rummage through the drawers for jean shorts and a t-shirt. I get dressed in record time and am ready to go shopping.
                  “Let’s go!” I shout at the two lumps on Michelle’s bed all too excited for our shopping trip.
                  Like Michelle, I am in dire need of a new outfit for tonight.
     
                  Michelle and I walk up to The Dock bar and grill. The building itself perches on stilts. Underneath,