I've always been a happy-go-lucky guy. Everyone who met me always said the same thing: Friendly. I prided myself on being able to smile no matter what. Even when my Mother left , I smiled that day as I watched her drive off leaving me and my siblings behind with Dad. I still offered to braid my sister's beautiful blonde hair. And told Dad to read me a bedtime story that night. Dad had hugged me tightly that night and told me everything would be okay and I'd hugged him back and told him the same thing . And Dad cried that night in my arms. I rubbed his back and kept telling him everything would be okay and then when he was done and left my room, I went to bed with a smile on my face. And from then on, my comfort words were "Everything will be okay" .I was used to comforting people.

My life was basically smooth because I never let anything weight me down. I was quick to let things go and always joked around, always ready to have a good time and it earned me lots of friends. I was also smart. I was a 3rd year student at NYU at the moment , studying Communication arts . I was happy with myself and life. My looks definitely made life better.

I had brown wavy hair that stopped at my nape and light brown eyes with a square jaw. I wasn't bulky in the muscle department and I didn't want to be. just lean muscles and defined abs. a fit body was what I had and the girls loved it so I was okay.

I stayed at a student apartment close to school. it was a building with 14 floors and I stayed on the 12th. I was just entering the building after a stressful day at school. I was going to throw myself on the bed immediately I got into my room. I saw a guy just about to enter the elevator. There was only one elevator in this building which meant that if the guy took the elevator , I would have to wait and i was absolutely too tired to even think of it

"Wait!!!! Hold the elevator!!!!!" I yelled just as the guy was about to enter and started jogging. The guy looked at me and entered the elevator. i got there just in time to see the elevator doors close. "Asshole!!!!" I yelled. What kind of a fucking dick was that guy??? I almost pulled my hair out in frustration. surprisingly the elevator stopped at the 12th floor "Would you look at that??" I said to myself. The guy was on my fucking floor. I waited for the elevator to come back down and slumped to the ground immediately I stepped in. I was so tired and I needed a massage badly. in fact, I needed to soak myself in a hot tub. just thinking about it made me sigh. The elevator got to my floor and I got out. I Wondered which of the closed doors that asshole was in. Or maybe he didn't stay here. maybe he came for a visit.

"You're an asshole , you elevator hogger!!!!!" I yelled in the hallway. at least if the asshole was in any of these rooms , he'd hear that. I smirked as I opened my door and stepped inside. I didn't bother with the lights and just headed straight to my room . I threw myself on the bed, clothes and all. I sighed in satisfaction before I dozed off.