I drop one of the last boxes on top on the stack. "Chelsea!" I yell
I take it all in. College. In New York City. Holy shit.
I walk through the small apartment/dorm room that I share with my best friend, Chelsea. I walk into our shared bedroom from the living room/kitchen to see she's already set everything up. Oh so that's what she was doing while i was lugging boxes. All the fun stuff. I walk into the bathroom and see the towels already folded over the racks. Of course, she took up the light stuff first.
I turn out of the room wondering where she was. Probably next door in Fern and Jemma's dorm. I have another box. Fuck it, she can do it.
I knock on the door and Jemma opens it pulling me in quickly
"Ah duck down!" She whisper shrieks and pulls me behind the couch. There are bowls full of water balloons.
Oh this is going to be fun.
"What's happening?" I laugh
"The boys across the hall hit me with a nerf gun." Fern pouts. She grabs a water balloon and squeezes it lightly. "So naturally, This means war." She says with an evil grin
Next thing we know, we hear the door creak open.
"Chelsea, have a look over the couch." Fern says
"I don't wanna do it, you do it." She whines
"Oh, just do it ya big baby." She say pushing her up.
She pears over the couch slightly before putting her head up all the way.
"All good g-" she's cut of by a water balloon hitting her square in the side of the face. "Ahh" she laughs grabbing a bowl of balloons and chases the boys and the girls join in as I sit in the ground laughing.
"I'll get the box then" I yell as Chelsea runs out the door screaming 'bonziac'
I trot down the stairs to the last box. Picking it up with a struggle. Holy shit this is heavy, probably Chelsea's make up. I laugh at my own joke before struggling up the stairs. Just as I get to the apartment, I lose my balance. I nearly fall straight on my ass but someone holds me up and another takes the box from my hands. I look up and I'm met with a set of beautiful set of green eyes.
"You right?" He says. Huh, Australian like me. Cool. He has vibrant red hair and an eyebrow piercing and small stretchers and some cool tattoos. The stubble and black skinny jeans make me want to fall back in his arms again. Oh my god he's hot, crap, be cool for once in your life.
"Yeah thanks" I laugh. I grab the box from the other boy. Nearly falling on my face as I put it on the ground. Yep, you blew it.
I hear one of them whisper dibs as I bend over.
I look up at the another boy. Tan skin and brown hair and brown eyes. Nice tattoos. What? wet blotches on
his shirt? Ohh he must have been one of the boys we were 'at war' against.
"You live across the hall?" I ask them
"Yeah I'm Calum and that's Michael." The brown haired one puts his hand out for me to shake and smiles warmly. Michael smirks at me when I look at him.
"Mia" I say
"Do you want any help with that?" Michael asks
"Err yeah please. Considering that I feel on two strangers last time I attempted to carry it." I laugh.
He picks up the boxes and I open the door for him.
"Not that, that's a bad thing." He says to me, turning around
Oh god he's hot. Fuck.
"What?" I laugh
"Having you on top of me." He says simply walking out and smirking
"You hitting on me?" I ask raising and eyebrow and leaning against the door frame watching him walk into his dorm.
"Eh, just something to think about." He smirks at me closing the door.
Damnit. He knows that's all I'll think about.
Chelsea strolls up to me from the girls' apartment, nearly completely soaked.
"Who's that? He's hot" she says
"Ha. Dibs." I say turning around into the apartment ignoring her groans of protest.
