I take a good look at my new room. It's a little messy and unorganized, but I just moved in, so cut me some slack. My bed sits horizontally across the wall from the door; the headboard is pushed against the left wall. My bed has black sheets with a gray comforter. A nightstand with a lamp and a teddy bear sits next to it.
There is no desk, dresser, or anything like that yet. I need to go shopping. For now, my stuff sits in boxes, awaiting a saviour. I'll eventually get around to it and make this room represent me and everything about me.
Nathan is cool. He's around six feet tall and has a slender body. His shaggy brown hair matches his baggy clothes. I'll be honest, he's a little cute. He was kind enough to lend me a cigarette, I'll have to make up for it and get him a new pack.
I walk out of my room and into the hallway. Nate woke up from his nap twenty-ish minutes ago and left the apartment to do who knows what. I have the place to myself.
The time is four in the afternoon, so Nate and I should be going for drinks soon. I asked him because I figured it'd be good for us to get more comfortable with each other, but it's also a chance for me to get shit-faced.
The thought of alcohol sends a jolt of excitement through my entire body. I shake my head and tell myself to wait for later. I've been trying to gain some control over my alcohol consumption, but it can be tricky. The joys of being an alcoholic.
I flop down on my bed and look at the clock on my bedside table. The red light bleeds onto my face, reading the same time as before. Nate needs to hurry the hell up.
My mind wanders as I stare up at the ceiling. It's covered in little white bumps, I think they call it popcorn ceiling? It reminds me of the room I had at my parent's house. I take a deep breath. The air has a hint of cigarettes and weed in it. I giggle at the idea of Nate smoking pot.
Maybe I should ask him to smoke weed sometime, he'd probably be really fun while high. I've never smoked weed before, so perhaps I should ask him about it.
I put that thought in the back of my head for later. Just then, the front door opens, Nathan's home.
"Nora, you ready to go?" Nate shouts from the front door.
"Yeah, yeah, I'm coming." I sit up in my bed and rub my eyes. I yawn and swing my legs to the side of the bed, pushing myself off and up onto my feet. I glance at my mirror to make sure I look okay and waltz out of my room.
I turn to the front door and see Nathan standing there. He's wearing blue jeans and a plain black hoodie. He's wearing Vans skate shoes—he's got good taste. His fluffy brown hair is messy, probably from the wind.
"Where'd you go?" I ask as I slip my shoes on.
"I ran to the store for a pack of cigs, you had my last one." I can't tell if he's upset at me for bumming a cigarette off of him.
"Ah... Sorry about that." I look down at my feet and fiddle with my hands. I was going to buy you some, but I guess you beat me to it." His stoic expression softens, and he grins.
"Don't worry about it." He reaches into his pocket, pulls out another carton, and tosses it to me. "You said you forgot yours, so I got you some, too. Consider it a welcome gift."
"Nathan! You didn't have to do that, you dummy. Now I feel bad!" Him buying me something wasn't expected at all. "Are you serious, Nate? Are you sure you want to give me these?" I want to make sure this is what he wants.
"Yeah, they're yours. If you don't accept it, I'll be offended and shit in your bed or something while you're out." He says this with a completely straight face.
