Your support makes Blue Moon possible (Patreon)As the sun settled over the scattered residential buildings that made up one of the borders of the campus, a great many of the students were starting to wake up and get about their days. With so many people living here it would only be natural for several of them to be thinking the same thing. After all, they all attended school here, were in similar age groups, and in many cases had similar interests and hobbies. It was how social circles were formed, and how relationships grew and fizzled away, passions rising and falling, young men and women getting to know each other and themselves.
In this case, however, the reason for the alignment of thought was not merely random coincidence or the fallacy of infinite monkeys at infinite typewriters. The reason three young men were thinking the same thing at the moment was primarily two fold. One, because they’d grown up together and had become fast friends; the differences in their backgrounds and many of their interests only seemed to bond them together more. The three musketeers, they’d been called by some.
And two, because of the one very common interest that was about to draw them even closer together and push them apart in some ways, as the same sentence went through all of their minds, albeit with some minor variance and for different reasons.
It’s too early in the morning for this shit.
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While that was a common thought in the mind of Shawn Lewis at this time of day, it did not deter him as he continued to pull himself up on the bar in the gym; one of the many things on campus that was open 24/7. A benefit of going to such a large institution, and as the sweat poured down his body he grunted with effort; one way or another he was finishing this set, even as he had determined he’d only go another few minutes.
Pullups, crunches, a bit of time on the bike, and then a shower. A routine that Shawn was constantly adapting and making his own, since he hadn’t decided which teams he’d try out for yet. Shawn hadn’t made it on a scholarship, but he was determined to be a walk-on and make one of the teams - be it football or basketball - if for no other reason than to give structure to his drive to improve his body.
He was a jock, all right, but as the tall, fit blonde ran his hand through his hair, he couldn’t help but wonder what she would think of his workout routine, and so at about 7:30 she’d get a message from him.
Just finished my workout, about to shower. Lmk what your schedule is like today. And if u need a workout partner
Not that her figure needed the help, but now that they were out of their neighborhood and in the freedom of post secondary life, Shawn wondered if he could finally make a move on her…
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But he wasn’t the only one thinking that, or about it being too early for this shit. In this case, however, it was his own fault, and the moan that came out was muffled by the pillow on top of his head.
Matthew Young had stayed up most of the previous night playing online poker. He hadn’t planned on it, but he had started to win, and the whimsical young man was nothing if not a slave to the moment; a reason several portraits had been begun and laid unfinished, stacked up in a corner of his cramped dorm room. But now his body and brain was telling him that having two hours sleep today was going to make it suck, and despite him being a young man he knew that this couldn’t become a common habit.
Not without a tangible reward aside from a few hundred bucks, anyways. So the wiry brown haired male yawned and headed over to the pitiful excuse the dorm room had for a kitchen, shuffling around in the cupboard for coffee before seeing that there was none left. Someone had left the box of keurigs in there without any in there. Fuck. He scratched his head, hoping a quick shower would wake him up.
It didn’t, but he had time for a coffee before class…smiling to himself as he grabbed his phone. Matthew had thrown on a dark green jacket, blue jeans, and grey shirt, a typical lazy university student outfit for any weather as he quickly tapped out a message.
Hey there - grabbing coffee before class. You want to join me?
He couldn’t remember how much she liked coffee, but apparently you couldn’t survive University without it.
********
The last of the three musketeers had already gotten up, a habitually early riser even as he’d been known to enjoy a few late nights himself for different reasons. Yannick Roy was the most reclusive of the three of them; a bit shyer, more drawn to individual pursuits and things many people would call ‘geeky’. A gamer, computer builder, a nerd at heart, he’d been up working on a computer build for one of his other friends; a guy he’d met a few days ago. Yannick was a typical nice guy to many, which was often a code for ‘shy’ or ‘eager to please’.
Still, he’d at least had the presence of mind to set his classes for later in the day and to stack them together so that his time was used efficiently; unlike Matthew who had to go in for a 8 AM class, and Shawn who’s classes were spaced out so badly that he had to go in at 9:30 AM on Tuesday/Thursday and then not have another class on those days until 3:30, Yannick had everything precisely laid out. It was easy to do things on a computer, or at a distance.
What wasn’t easy was dealing with his emotions or the raging hormones, and so the last message she would get that morning would be the easiest of the three to put aside for later as a popular young woman like her could easily do. That, and it also came the latest of the three, shortly after 8:30 Am, perhaps the only one of the three guys to consider that she might be trying to get her beauty sleep.
Hey, hope you have a good day. Hope to see you around on campus if we don’t have any classes together. I’ll help you study if you want…
Yannick paused before finishing the message, letting out a sigh before adding the last part.
…we don’t have to have any classes together. I’m happy to help.
The burden of a nice guy was that he was always eager to help even if he got nothing in return. But he was a young adult now, a man who could set his own path. If his living situation could change - and as he stole a glance at his crappy little dorm room, grateful he at least lived on his own - perhaps other things could, too.
In this case, however, the reason for the alignment of thought was not merely random coincidence or the fallacy of infinite monkeys at infinite typewriters. The reason three young men were thinking the same thing at the moment was primarily two fold. One, because they’d grown up together and had become fast friends; the differences in their backgrounds and many of their interests only seemed to bond them together more. The three musketeers, they’d been called by some.
And two, because of the one very common interest that was about to draw them even closer together and push them apart in some ways, as the same sentence went through all of their minds, albeit with some minor variance and for different reasons.
It’s too early in the morning for this shit.
********
While that was a common thought in the mind of Shawn Lewis at this time of day, it did not deter him as he continued to pull himself up on the bar in the gym; one of the many things on campus that was open 24/7. A benefit of going to such a large institution, and as the sweat poured down his body he grunted with effort; one way or another he was finishing this set, even as he had determined he’d only go another few minutes.
Pullups, crunches, a bit of time on the bike, and then a shower. A routine that Shawn was constantly adapting and making his own, since he hadn’t decided which teams he’d try out for yet. Shawn hadn’t made it on a scholarship, but he was determined to be a walk-on and make one of the teams - be it football or basketball - if for no other reason than to give structure to his drive to improve his body.
He was a jock, all right, but as the tall, fit blonde ran his hand through his hair, he couldn’t help but wonder what she would think of his workout routine, and so at about 7:30 she’d get a message from him.
Just finished my workout, about to shower. Lmk what your schedule is like today. And if u need a workout partner
Not that her figure needed the help, but now that they were out of their neighborhood and in the freedom of post secondary life, Shawn wondered if he could finally make a move on her…
********
But he wasn’t the only one thinking that, or about it being too early for this shit. In this case, however, it was his own fault, and the moan that came out was muffled by the pillow on top of his head.
Matthew Young had stayed up most of the previous night playing online poker. He hadn’t planned on it, but he had started to win, and the whimsical young man was nothing if not a slave to the moment; a reason several portraits had been begun and laid unfinished, stacked up in a corner of his cramped dorm room. But now his body and brain was telling him that having two hours sleep today was going to make it suck, and despite him being a young man he knew that this couldn’t become a common habit.
Not without a tangible reward aside from a few hundred bucks, anyways. So the wiry brown haired male yawned and headed over to the pitiful excuse the dorm room had for a kitchen, shuffling around in the cupboard for coffee before seeing that there was none left. Someone had left the box of keurigs in there without any in there. Fuck. He scratched his head, hoping a quick shower would wake him up.
It didn’t, but he had time for a coffee before class…smiling to himself as he grabbed his phone. Matthew had thrown on a dark green jacket, blue jeans, and grey shirt, a typical lazy university student outfit for any weather as he quickly tapped out a message.
Hey there - grabbing coffee before class. You want to join me?
He couldn’t remember how much she liked coffee, but apparently you couldn’t survive University without it.
********
The last of the three musketeers had already gotten up, a habitually early riser even as he’d been known to enjoy a few late nights himself for different reasons. Yannick Roy was the most reclusive of the three of them; a bit shyer, more drawn to individual pursuits and things many people would call ‘geeky’. A gamer, computer builder, a nerd at heart, he’d been up working on a computer build for one of his other friends; a guy he’d met a few days ago. Yannick was a typical nice guy to many, which was often a code for ‘shy’ or ‘eager to please’.
Still, he’d at least had the presence of mind to set his classes for later in the day and to stack them together so that his time was used efficiently; unlike Matthew who had to go in for a 8 AM class, and Shawn who’s classes were spaced out so badly that he had to go in at 9:30 AM on Tuesday/Thursday and then not have another class on those days until 3:30, Yannick had everything precisely laid out. It was easy to do things on a computer, or at a distance.
What wasn’t easy was dealing with his emotions or the raging hormones, and so the last message she would get that morning would be the easiest of the three to put aside for later as a popular young woman like her could easily do. That, and it also came the latest of the three, shortly after 8:30 Am, perhaps the only one of the three guys to consider that she might be trying to get her beauty sleep.
Hey, hope you have a good day
. Hope to see you around on campus if we don’t have any classes together. I’ll help you study if you want…Yannick paused before finishing the message, letting out a sigh before adding the last part.
…we don’t have to have any classes together. I’m happy to help.
The burden of a nice guy was that he was always eager to help even if he got nothing in return. But he was a young adult now, a man who could set his own path. If his living situation could change - and as he stole a glance at his crappy little dorm room, grateful he at least lived on his own - perhaps other things could, too.
