Brian and Bree, and Mitch Chapter 1

"Hey, so I'm going to be at Sarah's all night," Mitch said as he was walking out of the door, "Brian, it's Friday night. Get out and do something this time."

"Man, I had class all day, it's been a long week. I think I'm just going to call it an early night," Brian replied as he sat down on the couch with a beer, "Besides, I just know my boss is going to call me to go into work tomorrow. Just go and sex Sarah, I know she's been holding out on you until finals were over."

"Alright man," Mitch said chuckling, "Don't get into any trouble, I'll see you tomorrow." Mitch shut the door and locked the deadbolt from the outside out of habit. Mitch and Brian were roommates in the dorms at college, and have been roommates in this place for the past two years. Mitch and Sarah have been dating for over a year, Brian liked that he got the apartment to himself most of the time. Brian got up and went over the window, taking another sip of beer and looking out the blinds as Mitch drove off.

"They'll probably get married one day," Brian mused to himself as he finished his beer and went upstairs to his room. He didn't bother to shut the door any more when Mitch was gone, half of the time he said he was going to be gone for the night he was gone for two or three, Brian figured it was all the marathon sex his 23 year old roommate and his 21 year old girlfriend were having. Brian went to his nightstand and pulled a key out, then to his closet and his locking wardrobe. Living in a college town Mitch and Brian threw parties often at their apartment, and they both decided that having a locking cabinet in their own rooms was a good idea, it definitely worked to Brian's advantage. Brian is about 5'9 and slender, only weighing in at about 135 pounds. He kept his curly dark brown hair a bit longer than shoulder length and in a pony tail, he joked often with his guy friends that chicks loved to play with it, which usually kept him out of the butt of jokes. He took his hair out of the pony tail and shook it out, letting his curls fall to his shoulders. Admiring himself in the mirror, he brushes his hair, teasing the layers he has cut into it out into a nice flowing mane. If someone were to look at him from behind, they would definitely see the hair of a young girl.