The Place To Be//Lams, Jeffmads, Mullayette//

The Time My Roommate Turned Out To Be Really Hot

I don't think I was actually prepared for having a roommate. In everything I've read the roommate is kind of chill, and just gives the main character good ideas and advice. I wasn't prepared to have turtle guy as my roommate. I mean, don't know if it is him but by the turtle tank, pillow pet, and blanket I think it's safe to assume it is. What was his name again? Laurens? That's weird.

I threw my bags on the empty bed and began to unload the few items I had. I shoved my clothes inside the empty dresser, not really caring enough to, you know, fold them. I'll have to unfold them to wear them anyway, so what's the point? I quickly made my bed with the cheap sheets that I had bought the day before. I placed my books, laptop, and notebook beside my bed. Just as I was doing that, turtle guy came back in. He looked startled, but happy all the same. In his arms was the most screwed up turtle that I have ever seen. If Jabba The Hut and Franklin had a love child, it was this thing. It seemed to be glaring at me, which was the worst part about that ankle-looking creature.

"Hi! I'm John Laurens, and this is Crusty." He said, holding the turtle in the air to show it to me. "Alexander Hamilton, nice to meet you... and Crusty." He put Crusty back in his little enclosure, then sat on his bed, rubbing sweat off his brow. I sat on the edge of my bed. "So... what was that about with Crusty, Frenchie, and Bear?" It took him a minute to understand what I was getting at, and I could practically see the gears in his head moving. "Oh! Lafayette was talking about how good french turtle soup was, and when I went to feed Crusty, they grabbed him and ran out, shouting that they were going to eat him. I didn't believe that they would, but Laf tends to drop things so I don't trust them with my coffee, let alone a turtle. I sent Mulligan after them because he runs faster and they're dating so Mulligan could distract Laf for long enough for me to get Crusty back." I laughed lightly, and even though he was obviously exhausted, John started laughing almost hysterically. I joined him right after, and pretty soon we were both on the floor, crying because of a turtle.

That was the first time I really looked at him. His face was flushed, and he was still laughing, but God, did he look good. His dark hair was pulled back, but a lot of it was falling out or messy. He had tanned skin covered in freckles, and long eyelashes. He was wearing a pair of Adidas pants and a shirt that said "Save The Turtles" with a cartoon turtle eating a raspberry above it.

The door swung open, and in all of their glory, stood Lafayette, the turtle knapper themself. "Je suis desolee pour vol ton tourtue et courir." They said, sheepishly. John threw the pillow pet at them, which made Laf laugh. They came over and sat on the floor next to John. "Oh! You're the guy I ran into today! You okay?" They said, their thick french accent sounding odd with the english words. "Yep." I said, and leaned back against my bed. Just then the other guy, Mulligan, came in and flopped on John's bed. He held out a hand, did a peace sign to me, and then slid off the bed, laying next to Lafayette. "Squad's all here!" John yelled, then whooped.

I think I'm gonna like it here.