roommates ¡ v.m

eight

Wenesday. 4 days until we left for Christmas break.

We finished our last final at the same time. It was creative writing; our favourite class. I know for sure that Van wrote out all the lyrics that were swimming in his head. I wrote a collection of poems about him.

We got back to our dorm at 4, so we had to hurry to make out 5 o'clock dinner reservations.

"McCann, what should I wear?" I shouted from inside the closet. I had no clue where he was taking me.

"Something fancy Gilmore, I'm taking you somewhere nice!" Van screamed from the bathroom. I guess he was having a shower.

I didn't put a lot of effort into my outfit; it was just a dark green bodycon dress and black pumps. Van however, looked the best I'd ever seen him. He ditched his 'lucky' sweater for a black button down, and he had on brown suede boots. He looked sharp.

The walk to the restaurant was filled with giggles from Van and shivers from me. I had forgotten a jacket and was freezing. Without warning, Van took his leather jacket and wrapped it around my shoulders. It was comforting knowing that he cared about me.

Van grabbed my shoulders to keep me from walking past the restaurant. "Slow down love," he chuckled. I looked at the sign and realized we were at the fanciest restaurant near campus. I looked at Van and gasped, "What the fuck McCann?"

Not sorry for the cliffhanger at all xx Happy holidays
- cal