yours and only yours.

1. orientation

a/n: thank you so much for wanting to read yours and only yours!! enjoy lovelies! 💗
the university of rhode island was the new place you called home. you were accepted the 30th of july, immediately calling your best friend miley to let her know. usually, you would be calling your parents, but your relationship was destroyed when they chose drugs and alcohol over you. miley was exstatic when you told her the news.

"morgan i fucking told you! i knew you would get in!" she says, sitting across from you, as you tell her the good news.

you beam, "i just hope that i get good professors, because if i don't then that's gonna suck."

"you aren't gonna like all your professors, but i'm sure you'll have one you click with."

you sip your lukewarm coffee, and run your fingers through your brown curly hair. the bell rings, to signify someone walking in. you look who it is. a tall, muscular woman with brown, straight hair. she wears a tank top, and jean shorts, which shows a couple tattoos on her arms and legs. she raises her sunglasses, and places an order for a large black coffee, with no room for cream.

"ooo, girl i see you." miley says, turning around.

the woman looks over, and notices you looking at her. you refocus your attention back to miley, praying the woman didn't notice. the barista brings over another coffee for you, and when you say it isn't yours, she looks at you with a warm smile.

"that woman over there bought it for you." she says, pointing to the same woman, who sits alone at a table.

you thank the young girl, and she goes back behind the counter. you look at miley, confused.

"girl she wants you. she's lowkey bad as fuck too."

you stare at her, "no-no i couldn't pull her."

"well what are you doing!! go get her number!! at least thank her!!" miley says, whispering.

"okay, okay, jeez." you say, getting up. "do i look okay?!"

"yes yes!!"

you sigh, fixing your hair as you walk over to the table. "hi, are-are you the one who bought me the coffee?"

you watch as the woman takes out her airpod, and rest it on the table. "oh-yeah that was me-i hope that was alright."

you sit down across the woman, and smile. "of course. thank you so much."

"i hope i got your order right."

"you did, perfectly."

"i'm karissa. karissa bardsley."

"i'm morgan, nice to meet you karissa!" you say, blushing. "you read whitman?"

"morgan's a beautiful name. it's just a little light reading."

"light?" you say, smiling.

karissa laughs, "yeah. you seem really sweet, morgan. do you think i could get your number? maybe we could go book shopping together sometime?"

you blush and smile, "of course." you say, giving karissa your number.

she saves it as "morgan 🤍" as you say goodbye, and walk back to your table. you smile, as miley looks up at you for the details. "she asked for my number!!" you say, loudly. "fuck that was loud."

"so?! tell me all about it!!"

"i just thanked her for the coffee, and we talked about books. she wants to take me out book shopping."

"girl she wants you." miley says, watching karissa from across the cafe.