It was sometime in the early 2000s. You were a 19 year old boy in college. You got a scholarship because you are in the marching band. You played the saxophone, and you are actually so good at playing the sax you got to have the big solo in this years marching show.

You didn't have much friends your whole life until we got in college, but before you knew it you and your roommate were best friends. His name was Andy. He was also in the marching band. He played the trombone. Even though he his a year ahead of, as he is 20, he is extremely kind to you, even if he's a little weird.

Andy is tall, slightly muscular, had think curly hair, and more body hair than most guys his age. He is gay, and you learned that by the things he told you and tried to do with you.

He knew you were am extremely anxious guy, and teases you a lot.

Currently, you were vomiting in the handicap stall because you got so dehydrated and over heated at band rehearsal. Andy volunteered to help you to the bathroom after you vomited that first time. He was now standing next to your hunched body on the floor. He wasn't saying anything, just watching you vomit. He found himself completely hard from watching you vomit. He had a thing for vomit, and you didn't know it.