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Chapter 1- Settling in

_Red's POV_

I stepped into our room, spray can in hand, ready to make my mark. Literally. I began to decorate my side with bold, red swirls, imagining the vibrant colors dancing across the walls. I envisioned the room transforming into a reflection of my personality - bold, fearless, and unapologetic.

But, Chloe's voice cut through my creative flow like a knife. "Red, stop! You can't just spray paint the walls."

I turned, can poised, and raised an eyebrow. "Why not? It's my space. I want to make it mine. Make it feel like home."

Chloe frowned, her eyes pleading. "You could get in trouble. It's our first day. We don't know the rules yet. What if we get in trouble?"

I snorted, feeling a familiar defiance rise up. "Trouble? They'll kick me out for decorating my room? Please. I've done worse. I've broken rules, pushed boundaries. This is nothing."

Chloe's expression turned stern. "Expulsion, Red. You could get expelled. Is it really worth the risk? We just got here."

I hesitated, can still in hand. Expulsion wasn't worth the risk. Not now, not when I'd just started to...feel something. A spark of hope, maybe. A sense of belonging. I set the can down, feeling a pang of disappointment.

I searched for alternative decorations, digging through my bag. Ah, there they were – red pillows, a few familiar trinkets. But, something was off. Pink accents peeked out from beneath the red. My mom's doing, no doubt. Had she prepared these before...everything changed? I pushed the thought aside, focusing on making my space feel like home.

As I unpacked, I couldn't shake the feeling that something was different. That I was different. The pink accents seemed to mock me, a reminder of the changes I'd tried to escape. I shoved the thoughts away, determined to make this space mine, no matter what. It felt kinda nice though .

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_Chloe's POV_

I watched Red's creative explosion with a mix of amusement and concern. Her passion was infectious, but our school had rules. I couldn't let her risk expulsion on our first day.

"Red, stop! You can't just spray paint the walls," I said firmly, trying to reason with her.

Red's sarcastic remark made me cringe. "You think they'll kick me out for decorating?"

I sighed, feeling a familiar frustration. "Expulsion, Red. It's not worth it. We just got here."

Red's expression faltered, and she set the can down. I felt a pang of guilt but knew it was necessary. As she searched for alternative decorations, I noticed the pink accents among her red treasures. A change in her style? Or something more?

I wondered what had driven Red to be so reckless, so determined to make her mark. Was it just her personality, or was there something deeper going on? I made a mental note to ask her, to try to understand her better.

As we unpacked, I couldn't help but notice the differences between us. Red's bold, red decorations clashed with my more subdued, elegant style. But, somehow, it worked. Our room was starting to feel like a fusion of our personalities.

I smiled, feeling a sense of hope. Maybe this unlikely friendship would work out after all. Maybe we'd find common ground, despite our differences.

As we finished unpacking, Red stepped back to admire our room. I followed her gaze, taking in the eclectic mix of decorations. It was...interesting. Red's bold, red swirls and pink accents clashed with my more delicate, floral patterns. But, somehow, it worked.

Red turned to me, a mischievous glint in her eye. "What do you think? Our own little sanctuary."

I smiled, feeling a sense of belonging. "It's...unique. But, I like it."

Red grinned, seeming to relax for the first time since we'd arrived. "Good. I was worried you'd hate it."

I shook my head, laughing. "I think I'm starting to get used to your...style."

Red chuckled, flopping onto her bed. "Hey, watch it. My style is awesome."

I rolled my eyes, smiling. "Of course it is."

As we settled in, I realized that maybe, just maybe, this unlikely friendship would work out. We were opposites, but somehow, our differences seemed to complement each other.

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Red's POV

I flopped onto my bed, feeling a sense of relief wash over me. Our room was finally starting to feel like home. Chloe was still smiling at me, and I couldn't help but notice how her eyes crinkled at the corners. It was...distracting.

I looked away, focusing on my phone. But, I couldn't shake the feeling that Chloe was watching me. I glanced up, catching her gaze. She quickly looked away, but I'd seen the curiosity there.

I sighed, feeling a pang of unease. I wasn't used to people looking at me like that. Like they actually saw me.

Chloe broke the silence, her voice hesitant. "Hey, Red? Can I ask you something?"

I shrugged, trying to appear nonchalant. "Sure."

"What's with the pink accents? I thought you'd be all about the red."

I hesitated, unsure how much to reveal. But, something about Chloe's gentle tone put me at ease. "My mom. She added them. I think she was trying to...soften me up."

Chloe's expression softened. "I think it suits you."

I raised an eyebrow, surprised. "You do?"

Chloe nodded. "Yeah. It's like...you're not just one-dimensional. You're complex."

I felt a flutter in my chest, unsure how to process Chloe's words. No one had ever looked at me like that before. Like I was more than just a rebellious teenager.

I felt a flutter in my chest, unsure how to process Chloe's words. No one had ever looked at me like that before. Like I was more than just a rebellious teenager.

"Thanks, Chloe," I said, trying to sound casual despite the turmoil inside me.

Chloe smiled, seeming to sense my unease. "Hey, no problem. I just call it like I see it."

I nodded, feeling a sense of gratitude towards her. Maybe this unlikely friendship wouldn't be so bad after all.

As we settled in for the night, I couldn't help but steal glances at Chloe. She was reading a book, her brow furrowed in concentration. I noticed the way her hair fell in loose waves down her back, the way her eyes sparkled in the dim light.

I looked away, feeling a pang of guilt. What was I doing? Chloe was my roommate, not some crush.

But, as I drifted off to sleep, I couldn't shake the feeling that my life was about to get a lot more complicated.

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AN: I don't know if they were rushed out but sorry I'd there were errors . I was kinda rushing a bit.

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