Eddie Munson - One Shots II

015. College Girl Gone Bad.

"Well, I think that's the last of it." My mom said, placing a box on my bed, as I stared around the bare room that was going to be my bedroom.

"Oh, are you not bunking with anyone?" She asked, as I turned to her and shrugged.

"I guess not. But I'm not going to complain." I said, with a smile.

"The bathroom isn't far from you, just down the corridor. Woah. Hey, you're not bunking with anyone?"

I eyed my mom, and she chuckled softly.

"We literally just had this conversation, Ty." I said, as he smiled sheepishly.

"No, I guess I'm not bunking with anyone." I added, as he sighed.

"Good thing you bought your motivational posters and stuff." He said, looking around the room.

"It's like a cell." He added, as my mom and I groaned.

"Sorry. I'm just nervous that's all. You staying here, college girl. Me going back home." He said.

"I know you'll miss me. I'll miss you too. I'll be fine though." I said, as he chuckled softly.

"Of course you will." He said.

"Well, we'd better go, Ty. Let college girl here get settled in." My mom said.

"Alright Lainey, let's do it." He said, with a feigned heavy sigh.

"I'm gonna be fine." I said, with emphasis.

"I'll see you in a month." I added, with a grin.

My mom embraced me, and she then went out of the room, leaving me and Tyler to say our goodbyes.

"Study hard, stay out of trouble." He said, as we embraced.

"Will do, dad." I answered, as he chuckled.

We broke apart enough for him to peck me softly on the lips, before we released each other fully, and he waved me off as he walked out of the room.

"See you soon." He said, as I waved back.

"See you soon." I answered.

I slowly sank down on the bed, and sighed.
In all honesty, I had intended to break things off with Tyler.

We'd been together for around four years, and he was all I'd ever known.

He was the perfect gentleman, and I adored that about him, but there had been times where I'd wanted to progress our relationship, and well, I'd been turned down.

What made it worse, was that he had always been painfully kind about it.

I wasn't going to say that I was some horn-dog of a teenager, it was more that we often felt like best friends who held hands and kissed each other occasionally.

It felt very, middle-school.
Yet we were both eighteen.

Tyler wasn't going to college, he was going on to work with his dad, as we'd all expected.

As I unpacked the various boxes, finding a place for everything, I sighed loudly.

I should have ended things with him.
I should have.

But I hadn't.

"You know where room 828 is?"

I turned, a little startled, to find a lean, slender body, dressed in black, leaning against my doorframe.

My open door.

He had shaggy brown hair, that went a little past his shoulders, a chiseled jaw, and some real bad boy energy.