Love isn't always on time

Just so you know (it's getting hard to be around you)

  When it's too hard to handle, count to ten and then do what needs to be done

                  

One.

College. That's a word you've had to get used to. Not that you didn't see yourself actually going to college, but now when you're here it seems so abstract. So far away even though you are literally standing right in front of the building, the one with a door with your name on it. Maybe it's the same for everyone, just something to get used to. Besides, it's not a big deal. You've been handling your shit on your own since you were sixteen, so this isn't anything different.

It's just, totally different.

You move in, set up your stuff and install your music equipment in your room. Everything is fine. There's more space than you thought there would be and it's better soundproofed than your old place, you can barely hear the sound of your new neighbours moving their stuff in too. How well the actually apartment is soundproofed though is questionable considering that there seems to be relatively thin walls.

You meet your roommate when she burst through the door with a cute little smile all over her flushed face, she introduces herself as Clarke Griffin. She's the same height as you, constantly smiling even though she struggles to get through the door with a stack of books covering her view. You help out to get everything set and she ends up sitting on your bed while you introduce her to your music. She says that she loves it and that she won't mind you sharing your work with her. As long as it isn't three am in the morning, every night. She then tells you about that one time she tried to sing in a talent show and her mother burst into tears laughing so hard. She ends up throwing your own pillow at you when you smile a little too big at her story.

The two of you share a pizza that first night and talk about school, where you come from and what you strive to become. She's different. Nothing about her reminds you of you. She's cute, funny and open minded. You were sceptic to the whole sharing an apartment with another person thing, but after a few hours she has you changing your mind. She's easy to talk to, and listen to as well. Which is one of the things you find yourself doing quite a lot and well into the late hours. She's passionate about doing something good in this world and plans on following in the footsteps of her father, who you realize isn't a part of her life anymore. Her non-stop fiddling with that bracelet of hers when she talks about him gives her away. You don't ask about it, mostly because you've practically just met but also because you know how it feels to miss someone. You recognize that look in her eye all too well, the same look you've seen in the mirror for the past seven years.

You end up falling asleep on the couch, one at each end, her legs intertwined with yours and the TV still on.

The sunlight sneaks in at six am and brightens up the room with shimmering light. You wake to the sound of cursing which is quickly followed by the sound of at least two pans meeting the floor with an awful noise. You grunt and turn on to your back, your hands cover your face and you feel the dull ache in your back from sleeping on this couch. Something you promise to never put yourself through again. After a few more curse words being thrown out into the air from the kitchen you sit up.

"Do you need help?", you shout back at her when she lets out a deep fuck.

You smile tiredly and go to check what she's up to. By the sound of it it's nothing good. You find her standing with her back to you, stirring in something on the stove wearing only her white long t-shirt from the night before.

"Need some help?".

She turns with a jerk and wide eyes. "Oh shit, you scared me". You smile and look surprised at the cup standing on the counter, next to another one, both steaming with freshly brewed coffee. "It's for you", she says as if she can read your thoughts.