Throughout The Worlds

The Meeting of The Roomates

Michelle: This isn't easy. Leaving my parents to go to a college that I can't afford. To live abroad in a country I've never been to. I can't do this. I've never really left my family, huh it's kind of weird calling them that. Sure, they raised, provided for me, cared for me, but could I say the same? No. cause I don't have a family. I don't have someone or something that gets me. Understands me. it's just me. Well I guess it's time for me to introduce myself. I'm Michelle, I come from a divorced and broken family with no siblings and tons of drama. I'm from a small, poor town named Trythebia. I know it's a weird name. My town is blooming with culture whether it's Latin or Asian. We may not have money but we have ourselves. I was offered to go to the university of Mylain. This is the biggest and most popular place in the world. Business is booming and the city never sleeps. My roommate is a girl named Abby. Apparently she's from Mylain herself. I'll have to ask her to show me around. But chances are, if she lives in Mylain she knows the most expensive places in town. Places I could never dream to afford. 

Time skip~

Okay, I'm finally here. I can see Abby's stuff is here but I don't see her anywhere. Then I hear the door open. As I turn around I see this goddess of a woman with short black hair and beautiful emerald eyes staring at me in a towel that's almost too short. "Do I know you?" God even her voice sounds like angels singing.

"Oh yea, sorry I'm Michelle. Your new roommate." She glances up and down my body, analyzing me. I can't move. I'm afraid that any misstep could lead to her judging me. Which is the last thing I want.

"I love your hair!" She says as her expression softens and her nose crinkles. The freckles on her face show hints of red as we continue talking. God I'm lucky, going to an amazing school, and I share a dorm with a hot roommate. College couldn't get any better.

Abby: Alright, college. I don't know why I'm so nervous. I already live alone so what difference should this make? I'm just going to finish freshening up so I can't get dressed and meet this michelle girl. I hope she's nice. Everyone I meet just wants me for money and benefits around town. Hopefully she will be different. An actual friend. As I head back up I see a decently short girl standing in the middle of my room. She's not who I pictured Michelle to be. I ask her if I know her as she turns around. She is quite cute. She seems a little feisty. Maybe I can have some fun messing with her. Getting her all hot and bothered. "You're kinda shorter than I was imagining. I feel like I have to bend down to make eye contact with you."

"First of all, I'm not that short. Second of all at least I can wear a towel without my ass about to be shown."

"By the looks of how red you are I don't think you should be complaining or commenting on my towel length."

"Yeah you kinda got a point." I say while eyeing the open slit of her towel that shows her upper thigh.

"Hey eyes up here." Now I'm the one getting hot and flustered.