Comforting Souls

Chapter Four.

Not long after I had changed, Lana received a call from Natalie regarding Caitlyn coming close to being on America's next Most Wanted. She tried convincing me to go with her, even bribing me with us all going for milkshakes, just us girls, but I politely declined. I reassured her that I would be fine, and that I was going to Skype with Olivia.

She gradually caved in as I shoved her out of the door and wished her a good night with the girls. As much as I would have loved to hang out with them, I feel as though I've had enough excitement for one day, and I don't want to be sat discussing that jackass who caused all of this.

Leaning my back against the door, for the first time, I finally had a good look at what I would now call home. The walls were painted a pastel, olive green and warm beige whilst the window frame between both of our beds along with the furniture and door were a dark, mahogany colour.

Lana brightened her side of the room, covering it with her drawings and posters. It made it look more colourful and homey. My side, of course, was dull and dreary. I don't start classes for another week, so I may have just talked myself into livening up my side of the room to keep me busy and maybe have a look round campus and get to know where my classes will be so I won't get lost on my first day. Suppose it'll pay off to be prepared.

As for now, I yanked out my laptop, jumped onto my bed and logged into Skype. Seeing that Olivia was online, I dropped her a message.

Scarlett: Missing me much?

Olivia: What kind of question is that? Of course, I am! How's your first day been? What time is it over there?

Scarlett: Haha, good. I miss you too. My first day has been...interesting, to say the least. Looking at the time on the bottom right hand corner of my laptop, I sent it to her. And it's 18:07pm here.

Olivia: You're now five hours behind, I'm surprised you're not asleep. So what do you mean by interesting? What aren't you telling me?

I hesitated, debating whether or not to tell Olivia. It's not that I didn't want to tell her. I just didn't find it really important. I didn't find him important to talk about. Plus Olivia was the queen of over reacting, but I knew if I didn't spill, she would just nag me until I did. So I typed away, relaying today's events into a massive essay to her.

As I had already known, she over reacted, and I had to reassure her that everything was good on my end. And after that, the inappropriate questions would then be asked. Is he cute? On a scale of one to ten, how hot is he? The rumble from my stomach saved me from answering any of her questions.

Scarlett: Sorry Oli, I'm going to head off, I haven't eaten since arriving and I'm starved. Speak to you soon?

Olivia: Oh, I see what you're doing. This conversation isn't over, go have your food, but I still want to know every single detail in what happens with Mr Moody Hot Stuff.

The woman was relentless, but I knew she meant every word. Signing out, and closing my laptop shut, I hopped off my bed and put on some warmer clothing. I noticed there was a café close to campus on the drive in, so it saved me walking to the corner shop which I had noticed was further away. Making sure I had my phone and keys, I locked the door and headed out.

I prayed it was one of those late open coffee shops, and seeing the glow of lights and people sat inside as I rounded the corner showed that it certainly was. I smiled happily as I stepped inside. The walls were sunburnt orange and cream, causing a warmth vibe from the place. The tables and chairs were the same colour as the furniture in my dorm along with the bookshelf that was up near the back of the room. Small lamps with faded orange shades lit the room up beautifully, just like a fire would the night.