Okay, I'll admit it; the more I see Alice the more I see how beautiful she is. Also she's super nice, always waiting outside the room if Porsche and I aren't in and never coming in without permission.
Sometimes I would come back from class, she'd be sprawled out on Porsche's bed with Porsche rooting through her closet looking for the right outfit to wear when they were going out.
Admittedly, I was yet to go out anywhere, or eat anything that wasn't in my secret boxes under my bed.
"Hey," Alice would say to me, whenever she saw me.
"Hey, roomie," Porsche would say right after, just realising I was back.
I would say hi to them both and quickly get comfortable on my own bed, with my laptop, waiting for them to leave so I could keep going with Double As.
Still not used to having....not quite friends yet, more like acquaintances in the room with me while I write, even if I know they have way better things to do than peek at my laptop.
There was always the option to call Megan, but she was probably out socialising and anyway she had her roommate Elizabeth to take care of her.
And Trent and Jake, they would be up for driving over, but I didn't feel like bothering them.
Finally Porsche headed out with Alice following, with the latter calling out a "later" as she shut the door behind her.
..........
"So, do you actually eat anything other than what's under your bed?" Porsche asked me one day.
A rare occasion where she had nothing to do, Alice was working and she didn't have class.
"I don't know where the dining hall is," I replied honestly.
Porsche was silent for a moment, then burst out laughing. I didn't look away from my laptop screen and the MSN website in front of me.
"You've been living here for how long now? And you don't know where it is?"
"I just.....Ugh, I don't know."
Porsche snorted. "Okay, I'm sorry. It's okay, I was the same when I first came here. God, Alice would come by every day, like she still does to this very day, and help me out because apparently she's friends with a lot of the teachers that go down to the cafe on lunch break."
I looked over at my roommate. "So your best friend helped you out?"
She nodded. "Yep. And now, I'm passing on my knowledge to you, because I might not be friends with teachers but I do now know where the dining hall is."
I was hesitant at first.
"Also, Alice broke into one of your boxes and stole some of the chocolate," Porsche added.
"And why didn't you stop her?" I asked, shutting my laptop.
"Because she was saving you from herself," she said, like it was obvious. "Now get your shoes on and let's go."
I was starving, and desperate for something that wasn't chocolate, so I went with her.
The dining hall had a queue of people waiting to be served by a small group of lunch ladies behind the counter.
Porsche grabbed herself a tray and passed me one.
"Just grab whatever looks good, or see if anything's been made today you might look. I know it's terrifying to begin with but you do get used to it," she informed me.
I got myself a cup of soup, because this is the kind of place serving soup in cups, and a plastic spoon and for whatever reason, a small bit of cake.
But Porsche on the other hand grabbed a bacon roll, a cup of soup, another cup but this one was filled with coffee, and a panini.
"You know for someone who thinks I need help with eating, you certainly eat a lot. No offence," I commented.
She waved it off. "None taken, and I just like eating. People can think what they want, I don't really care."
She's weird, confident, and has a best friend I think I'm falling for.
My roommate, ladies and gentlemen and people who don't associate with a gender.
Porsche also made finding a table look easy; plonking down at the first table she finds with some empty seats left, not even acknowledging the others sitting there.
I did love my soup, it was delicious. I wondered why I didn't leave my room sooner.
"Porsche, can I ask you something?"
"Uh huh," she muttered as she ate her own soup.
"How are you so confident?"
She took a moment, and stirred her plastic spoon round her cup of soup as she spoke.
"I had a pretty good childhood, my mother and Alice made things amazing. And yeah, I knew her even back then," she explained. "I was just.....raised to ignore other's opinions unless they were constructive and something I needed to hear. Alice told me to never believe anything bad that is said to me."
Porsche paused to have some more of her soup. "She was the first person I came out to, that I was bisexual. Now I don't care if people call me attention seeking or call it a phase or something, because now I know....how to stick my middle finger in their face."
The unexpected ending made me laugh a little bit, I will admit that.
She smiled. "Yep. A sweet caring mother and a best friend who's had my back for years."
"Awesome," I said.
"Yeah, it is really awesome."
