Falling For The Roommate (girlxgirl)

Chapter Eight

Have you ever dreamed about someone one you're friends with, but didn't dream about them the way a friend should? And then when you see said friend, it's hard to look at them the same? Yeah, I was having that problem right now. After dreaming of Lily in a totally not just friends way I was having a hard time looking at her the same way I did before.



Every time she looked at me all I could think of and picture, was her in that towel with the scent of her shampoo surrounding me, out lips so close to touching before I was woken up by my alarm.



It wasn't even just the fact that I'd had the dream, it was more sort of the fact that I didn't hate the dream. I kind if enjoyed it, which just confused me even more.



I was sitting at the kitchen counter, a cup of coffee in my hand. I was sort of just staring into the coffee cup, trying to make sense of stuff going on in my brain while I waited for Lily to finish getting ready. I was driving us there.



"Okay, I'm ready!" she announced to me as she bounced out of her bedroom.



"Alright, let's go!" We both left the apartment, Lily locking the door behind us.



"I'm so glad we have our first class together. At least that will make it a good start to the first day," I told her.



"Yeah, that is pretty great! Do you get nervous on your first day? Are you nervous now?"



"Yes to both questions," I told her truthfully.



She smiled at me. "Well, don't be! It'll be fine."



"Easy for you to say. You easily make friends, but for me it's not so easy. And I don't even know anybody."


She puts her hand on my knee and I tense up. If she wants me to focus on driving and not crashing and killing us she should probably avoid touching my bare skin. Especially after I just had a totally inappropriate dream of her just a few hours before.




"Bree, it'll be fine! Just stop worrying."



I look over at her and smile. "I'll try my best."



She grins widely. "Awesome."



I pull into the parking lot of our college and park near the school. We both get out, Lily looking confident and maybe a little nervous. I probably look like a nervous wreck, I know I sure feel like one.



We walk side by side to our first class together, English Literature. We sit beside each other at 2 desks in the middle of the class. We're a bit early but there are still a few other people in here with us.




Until the class begins Lily and I just sit and talk. Lily talks about her other classes and how she's excited to take them. I say how I'm excited that English is my first period class because English has always been my best subject.





A few minutes later we hear the chatter in the room increase. The girls start to giggle and gush, whispering quietly. Lily and I both turn our attention to the front of the class and see a young guy standing there. He writes his name on the white board. Mr. Peterson. I'm guessing he's our professor.



He looks about 25, give or take a couple years. He has brown hair, not too long but just the right length. He's definitely hot. This class just got better.



"He's pretty hot," I say to Lily.



She gives me a blank look. "I guess."



"You don't think so?"


She gives me a secretive smile, making me curious about what she's smiling about. "He's not really my type."



I'm about to ask her what her type is when Mr. Peterson introduces himself. I consider talking over him to ask her but don't want to get in trouble or make a bad first impression so I shut my mouth and face the front.



The class drags on. Over summer break I forgot how much I hate the chairs they make you sit on in school. I was hoping going to college would change and they would supply us with padded chairs but no such luck. The chairs are wooden and uncomfortable, making me shift and change positions all the time because I'm so uncomfortable sitting in them.

Mr. Peterson finally dismisses us and I heave a sigh of relief, happily getting out of the wooden chair and stretching. I glance over at Lily so we can walk out of the class together and see her gaze glued to my stomach. I look down and see that my shirt had risen up and a strip of my skin was showing, and the lace from the top of my underwear was also peeking out of my jeans.

"Oops," I say as I pull my shirt back down over my stomach.

Her gaze flicks back up to my face and there's an odd look in her eyes. I don't have time to figure out what it is because she smiles hesitantly and stands up from her chair. "Jeez, those seats are no better than sitting on concrete."

I chuckle as we walk toward the classroom door. "I know right? I can barely feel my ass."

She laughs. "Well I have to go to bio now. I'll see you during psychology!"

"See you then."

She doesn't leave, she just stands in the same spot giving me a weird look. I'm about to ask her why she's looking at me like that when she grabs my shoulders and pulls me into a hug. I'm stunned for half a second before I automatically wrap my arms around her slim waist. I like the way her body feels against my own and I'm not sure what that means.

She pulls back and blushes. I've never seen Lily blush before and it makes me wonder why she's blushing.

"Sorry, you just looked so nervous," she explains.

Oh, so she was only hugging me to comfort me. I don't know why I feel so disappointed by that. "Thanks," I tell her, smiling. "I'll see you after next class!"

"See you then!" This time she does walk away, walking in the opposite direction. I turn around and walk towards where my American History class is supposed to be.

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Okay so I finally finished this chapter! I'm sorry it took so long I was working on a different story that was due for my English course!

Hope you enjoy this :)