My American Obsession

Logan's POV

I drove up to the school in awe. It's so freaking huge! And I see so many people just walking around in groups like they've known them their whole life and that may be true! Anyways I call down a guy who helps move in the boxes. I'm alone of course. Yes there is a reason, and yes I will tell you, just now now. I grab one box and the guy puts the rest on a cart to carry into the dorm room.
   " Hi, I'm Liam. You sure this is it? It's not much at all. " he says.
   " Yeah, this is it. I don't need much. Just bare essentials and stuff that will remind me of good times. " I answer. And it's true. I didn't have many boxes, I didn't bring much stuff, but I knew I would be very comfortable here. I look at him and he's staring at me, with a confused look in his eyes.
   " Something wrong? " I ask. I was confused as well.
   " Was that real? " he asks. I had to think for a little bit. Then, it hit me. My accent. I'm from America, this guy probably has never had a simple conversation with an American. I felt honored.
   " Yeah it's real I'm from America. " I answer back and start walking slightly ahead. I knew it looked rude but I just had a feeling that he would ask " Why did you move to England? " and answering that question would bring out something I'm not exactly ready to talk about yet.
  We keep walking until we reach the door. I open it because after all he's got the cart full of my stuff so it was only obvious. I walked in and it smelled like... Not normal. It wasn't bad it was just different. Anyways my dorm was on the 4th floor which I was okay with. Liam and I managed to squeeze ourselves, the boxes, and the cart into the tiny elevator. Now... CUE THE CRICKETS! Gosh it was so awkward the whole way up. When I heard the *ding* I let out a breath of relief. I let him go first again because of the cart, and I looked at every room number looking for 410, until I found it.
   "Here we are!" I say and take my key and unlock the door. The room was definitely small but for myself it would do. I saw a desk, a bed, a bathroom, a closet, normal stuff. I set down my one box on the bed and watched as Liam struggled to get the cart through the door. Once he was in, he set the boxes all around us until the cart was empty.
   "Anything else?" Liam asks leaning on the desk with one hand.
   "Nope! I think that's it!" I say and smile.
   "You've got a great smile. Your name is?" He asks me standing straight up.
   "Aww thanks! I'm Logan." I say smiling. He just smiles, leaves a paper on the desk, and walks out with the cart. I look around at the boxes, not at all in the mood to unpack. So, I decide to explore. Find my own group of British friends. I can do it! I leave the room, not forgetting the key, and deciding to go to the Student Community Center, because there's gotta be people there! Then I look down. My toes are horrid. So of course I run back, grab some nail polish from my bathroom box, and starting my trek down to the SCC.

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