All The Love

I

Make sure you call and text me everyday so I know you're alive, Carly," my mother ranted to me as I packed the rest of my belongings into my car. I smiled at her and gave her one last hug.

"Okay, okay! I love you, Mom. I've really have to get going now. Goodbye!"

Holding back tears, I climbed into my car and started the long journey to Ochoa University. Honestly, I wasn't ready for college. I wanted to go back and curl up in my bed with the latest YA novel, or sit with my best friend Harry as we talk about nothing and everything for hours. He is one of only a few people who I can call friend. He was the only person that was there for me when I wasn't able to get on my feet, and he's always ready to defend me at all costs.

Harry promised me that we would be those cliché best friends who never leave each other and do everything together. True to his word, we're now enrolled in the same University. I never thought our best friendship would make it past high school; Harry was popular with everyone, and he is quite the eye candy. But despite any doubts I had, I'm on my way right now to meet him up at Ochoa.

Everyone says that college is worth the long years of schooling and the tedious hours of studying so I hope I can choose a good major get into some good classes. And hopefully there will be some sort of adventure out there for me... Maybe even a potential boyfriend.

The ringing of my phone broke my thoughts as I watched the highway signs speed by. I knew right away it was Harry.

"Hey, Harry," I said cheerfully into the phone.

"Hello, Carles!" His deep voice came through. "Are you here yet? This place is huge! I kinda wish that we could have shared dorms, but I'm sharing one with this junior named Louis Tomlinson. He's pretty cool," Harry rambled on and on about his dorm and roommate. I let him finish his thought before I interrupted him.

I rolled my eyes and laughed at my dork of a best friend. "Sorry to cut the one-sided conversation off, but I'm almost here. I have to park now, and then-"

"You're here? Wait, don't hang up yet. I'll help you unpack, but right now you should come down to the coffee shop and meet some mates. I'll see you soon."

He doesn't even let me reply before he hangs up. I sighed and parked my car.

My dorm is a lot larger than I thought it would be for just two people. I still don't know who I'm rooming with, though.

"Hey there," a light voice broke me out of my thoughts. I walked into the kitchen, dragging my big suitcase. The voice belonged to a tall blonde. She is wearing a Fall Out Boy shirt and had a faint punk rock look going on. Oh great, she better not be one of those weird emos.

"Hi," I said shyly as I walked by and into the bedroom. Blondie leaned against the door frame as I dropped my suitcase and bags. I tried to ignore her burning gaze as I started to unpack a few things. She pushed herself off and flopped onto her bed. I looked over and watched as she grabbed a purple guitar and strummed a few chords out.

"You're a freshie, right?" She asked, not looking up as her fingers continued to pluck a tune out.

So far, I wasn't really sure if I liked her, but I decided to be nice anyway. "Yep. First year at college."

"Welcome to high school all over again. Be prepared for hangovers every other weekend and stress filled nights." She looked up at me. "I'm sorry. That was a bit much. What I meant to say is, my name is Grace."

"It's nice to meet you, Grace," I said with a tight lipped smile. It was quiet aside from Grace's occasional strum of her guitar until my phone started blowing up with texts from Harry.