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Jasmine's POV
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It was hard to say goodbye to my mom when she left campus. Now I was really alone here, and hadn't at all prepared for that feeling.

I don't know why I thought going to a college for the arts would help me make friends more easily. Nobody else who was moving into their dorm today had even glanced at me. To be fair, I was kind of avoiding having to talk to anyone, but still. I was so used to being confident enough to walk up to anyone and strike up a conversation about anything, but I felt different here. Intimidated is the right word I guess.

The hallway of the floor that my room was on was somewhat empty still. I could hear drums being moved around in one room and pretended not to see another girl sneaking a cat carrier into her room, but that was about it at the moment. I nudged open the door to my room that I had already started bringing stuff into with my mom's help and placed my last bag down.

I hadn't met my roommate just yet, but she had definitely already been here. Her side of the room was lined with posters and clothes that were strewn everywhere. I was sure that instead of unpacking she had just dumped her bags everywhere and dipped. I really hoped she wasn't always this messy. Because I desperately needed organization to help me focus.

I moved one of her shirts off of my chair and set up my desk, trying to distract myself from the lonely feeling that kicked in even more when hearing other people rushing down the hallway. I guess this was my punishment for not going to a community college when I didn't know if I'd even make it through a single semester. I should've listened to my friends at home when they begged me not to leave.

The door slammed open suddenly and I jumped, almost dropping my laptop. I huffed and looked towards the doorway, about to say something until I laid eyes on who I could only guess was my roommate.

Her black hair was pulled into a loose ponytail, one of her strangely done eyebrows raising as she tilted her head when laying her eyes on me. I felt uncomfortable, opening my mouth to say something. "Uh-"

"I was wondering when you'd get here." She smiled, walking over with one hand on her hip and her other stretched out. "I'm Bosco. We're roomies!"

"I'm Jasmine..." I slowly reached out and lightly shook her hand. It was cold in mine and I almost pulled away, but I didn't want to be rude.

"Jasmine. Cute." She had a teasing look in her eyes, one that made me question if what she said was serious or not. But there was also something else there. Something genuine and kind.

She pulled away and grabbed one of her shirts off the floor, tossing it onto her dresser. "Sorry about the mess. One of my bags ripped and got clothes everywhere."

How a single bag managed to get that many things everywhere, I'll never know. I nodded and set my laptop down on the desk, glancing back at Bosco who had started to clean up somewhat. Despite the edgy band posters and dark clothing, she lined her bed with fluffy pillows and stuffed animals. She hummed as she did, and soon stood up on the bed to hang up a flag that I knew all too well.

"You're okay with this, right?" Bosco sounded a little nervous as she turned to me, the lesbian flag now hanging behind her. "My last roommate wasn't. She said it ruined her hookups."

I shook my head quickly. If anything, knowing that she wasn't straight either made me feel a lot more comfortable around her. "Of course I'm okay with it. I'm not exactly straight either."

Bosco smiled. "I fucking knew it. The moment I looked at you I could tell you were one of us."

I giggled a bit at that, having to bite my tongue so I wouldn't start rambling on and on to her. I had just met her, there was no way I was going to make her suffer through my need to talk too much. I was about to respond when a loud sob was heard and the door to our room had slammed open once more.

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