It was the year of 2005, it was your first year in Stanford University. A huge building but beautiful sight of the outside world.

You were walking around as you bump into someone taller then you but very stiff at the chest as you hit your face up against it, the boy had shaggy brown hair, light green eyes and his clothes seemed to be much as a 'cowboy in training' type of style

"Oh god I am so sorry, are you ok?" spoke Sam as he helped you up