The plane lands in sunny California. I grab my carrying ons and walk to the luggage pick up. There was a man about a few years older than me in a suit holding a sign that said my name. What the hell? I don’t know anyone here, I’m here for early admission for college, not to make friends.
My bags come out and I grab them and start to advance towards the man with the sign in his hand.
“Kaylee Andrews?” The man asks.
“Umm, who are you?” I ask him back with a little bit of attitude.
“I’m Brandon. I got a call from someone that said you would need to be picked up when your flight landed.”
“Who?”
“I’m sorry, I am not allowed to say. They asked me not to say anything. The only thing I am allowed to say is they want you to consider it a favor.” The man says as he picks up my suitcase and duffle bag and carries it to the car.
When we get there, parked in front of me was a limo. Okay. I really need to know who sent this for me. I need to repay them somehow.
~*~*~*~*~
The limo pulls up in front of UCLA and the man opens the door for me and helps me out. He takes my bags out of the trunk and hands me my guitar and my backpack. He follows me the the checkin table, so he can take my bags up to my dorm room.
“Hello, welcome to campus! What is your name?” The girl at the front desk was so peppy and full of energy I wanted to punch her in the face.
I’m not one of those girls who are happy about everything. Even if I was head cheerleader, I’m not peppy all day, every day.
“Andrews.”
“Oh, Kaylee?”
“Yes.”
“Consider yourself lucky. Your roommate isn’t starting for another two weeks. For now you have your own room.”
“Cool. Can I have my key?”
“Yes, you may.”
“Thanks.” She hands me my key and I walk away without any acknowledgment towards her.
~*~*~*~*~*
Brandon follows me upstairs to my dorm. It is not extremely small but not ridiculously big. It’s a good size for me.
There was a bed on each side of the room, a desk and dresser for each roommate. Since it was only me for now, I moved all the other furniture that I didn’t need into the corner on the wall I wasn’t using.
I placed my guitar and my backpack on the bed while Brandon sets my duffel and suitcase on the desk.
“Do you need any help?”
“No thank you, I think I got it.” He looks really familiar but I’m not sure where I know him from.
He heads for the door. Walking out, not turning back to look at anything.
“Brandon!”
“Yes?”
“Thanks. I don’t make friends very easily so thank you for putting up with me.”
“You are most welcome. To be honest it was nice to spend some time with someone close to me.”
What was he talking about. I have never met him before now. I mean he looks familiar but no one I know. I don’t think.
“The person who sent me to come get you would like to meet you for coffee tomorrow at noon.”
“Great. How will I know who it is?”
“They will be wearing red sneakers, and they will have a rose.”
“Tell them, I can’t wait.”
With that Brandon walked out the door after saying goodbye.
Once he leaves I put my clothes away and set up my room how I want it. I take my guitar out of the case and start to sing and strum to the tune of Lego House by Ed Sheeran.
I'm out of touch, I'm out of love
I'll pick you up when you're getting down
And out of all these things I've done I think I love you better now
I'm out of sight, I'm out of mind
I'll do it all for you in time
And out of all these things I've done I think I love you better now
Not even ten seconds into my “strumming session” some fake, barbie-like chick barges into my room.
“Could you, like, not do that!”
“Who are you?”
“Umm, excuse me? Who am I? I’m Rebecca.”
“Okay, Rebecca? What the hell are you doing in my room!” I yell at her as she twirls her hair.
“Well, I was going to be nice and ask you to please keep it down, but then I saw you walk in with Brandon.”
“Brandon? How do you know him?” I question her.
“He is like the hottest senior at UCLA. Duh, everyone knows this.” She smacks her gum obnoxiously.
“Well, I’m sorry. I didn’t know he went here. He picked me up from the airport today.”
She looked at me as if I were the luckiest girl on earth.
“Whatever, I doubt that but you know whatever makes you feel wanted, but seriously if I hear that next door again. Watch out.”
She walks out of my room and down the hall to her room, which lucky me, the wicked bitch of the west is my neighbor.
OKAY, SO I AM NOT GOING TO WRITE ANY MORE OF THIS STORY UNTIL I FINISH MY ONE DIRECTION ONE. IF YOU WANT TO READ THAT ONE TO KEEP YOU OCCUPIED THEN I WOULD LOVE THAT! BUT IF NOT THEN IM SORRY. I HAVE EVERY CHAPTER WRITTEN SO FAR, I WILL TRY TO POST THESE CHAPTERS EVER WEEK OR SO ONCE I FINISH THE OTHER STORY. BUT LOVE YOU GUYS!
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