roommates ¡ v.m

four

Van drug me to skatepark. The fucking skatepark. Of all the places he could've taken me, he took me to the bottom of a graffiti lined bowl.

I was a little upset. We were missing the orientation to sit at the skatepark.

"You better have a good fucking reason for making me miss orientation," I quipped. "I dont, I just thought we could come here when it was quiet and get to know each other." He said with a shake in his voice, "You're free to leave if you want, I'm not going to stop you."

I would leave if I had a clue where we were. I guess I'm staying. "I'll stay." From the corner of my eye, I could tell he was happy from the way his eyes lit up.

There was a silence because neither of us knew who was going to speak first. He looked nervous, so I went first.

This was going to be awkward as fuck. "Um so you already know my name. I'm 18 and my birthday is November 22. I'm originally from Toronto, but my parents moved to California when I was 16. My dad has been taking me to indie concerts since I was 12. I love poetry a lot. I sleep with my mouth open because I can't breath through my nose. So that's me, now tell me about you." The last part came out as a whisper.

He started off hesitant. " I'm Van McCann. I'm from Llandudo, North Wales. I didn't move here at all; I'm just here for school. I'm 18. I play guitar and write my own songs. I always seem to stay up until 12, and I talk in my sleep." Our introductions were short and sweet, but I liked it.

Neither of us tried to go to orientation. We sat in that vandalism lined concrete bowl until I fell asleep on my roommate's chest.

Wheyhey cal can write!
I hope you're enjoying this story as much as I am! The plan is cute. Umm other than that, you can check out my ross farrelly short story if you want. That would be pretty sick.
Ps. There's going to be a bit of a time jump in the next chapter to speed things up a bit
- cal