set in 2006
"okay, so..my dorm room is 243?" I'd ask the dorm counsellor, clutching my bag. "Yes, that's right. Do you know your schedule?" The counsellor asked as she led me to my room. I'd nod, considering I analysed the whole highschool before moving here. We'd get into a packed elevator filled with rotten smelling teens. Couldn't they put on deodorant? Eugh. "This is your room." The counsellor says, handing me the key. "Why's there two, on your keyring? It's the same print of the key! Am I..having a roommate?" I flooded her with these questions. "Yes. His name is Dallon. —he gets in trouble." She said, "I'm hoping his expressions don't rub onto you, you're a good kid. I've gotta go, though. I need to find Weekes, before he gets out of hand" she said, rushing off. Jeez, who's Weekes? I'd set up my bed and lay out my posters on the little desk we got. "I've always loved this band- panic at the disco. Their first album was so nice, and I can't wait for the second. I also have my Sony phone today! It takes such high quality pics for my MySpace page...i guess." I write in my diary, setting it down on my bed as I lay my head on my pillow as I'm reading my favorite book, New Moon.
I'd hear a knock on the door, "Hey, anyone in here?" A somewhat masculine voice said, before walking in. "Who are you?" I say, questioning the male walking into my room without anything in his hands. "I'm Dallon. Dallon Weekes. I should be your roommate." He says, sitting a crate from the outside onto his empty bed. "I am. Counsellor told me you were—" "—trouble?" He'd ask, "Right. Everyone thinks I'm a bad student because I kicked a teacher in the balls ONE TIME." he tosses his old tests in the trash. "RHS, right...? RHS sucks. Used to go there." I said, with a smirk on my face. Dallon would also unpack his things as I notice a poster in his box. "Panic!? You..like them too?" I hop out of bed with excitement as I stand next to him. "Not too close. But yes, I do.. I've never got your name?" He looked at me as I said my name. "Y/N, Huh.. Pretty name. Do you have MySpace?" I nodded. "It's only for the rawrs of my life!" he cringed at what I said. "Whatever, Dallon! You don't like the word rawr? I'll use it around even more now! RawrRawrRawrRawrRawrRawrRawrRaw-!" He shushed me. "Shut up! I'm trying to watch interviews." I rolled my eyes as I layed back in bed, I check the time on my laptop; 6:39 PM. "Hey, Dallon, do you wanna get some dinner?" He looked at me with a concerned look. "Dinner? What are we going on, a date? No." He said, shutting his laptop loudly. "N—No! Not a date! I literally just met you, dallon." He sighed as he followed me out. "Fine."
We'd be at McDonald's. "I got my meal, dallon! I'll meet you in the booth." I'd walk into a 4 seater booth, with my food as I waited for dallon.
from creator: Not much happened after this, but you can get a sneak peak for part 2!! <33
"Only if you knew" Dallon said, looking at the girl.
