Sam hurried out of the rain. He glanced furtively from side to side, making sure no one was around to see him scurry back to his dorm. It was 2 am, but still, the less people to worry about the better. There was night watchman somewhere. No one ever knew where he might be lurking or when, but everyone knew he could always be somewhere. The package snuggled tightly under his jacket was best left to his knowledge alone.
Inside, Sam closed and locked the door behind him. He paused, listening for sounds of life around him. This was already going to be tricky business. He lived in a college dorm, packed to the gills with students like him. He knew that a situation like this, a situation he had knowing and willingly put himself in, was going to have to be handled delicately.
Sam slowly took his coat off and placed the small crate down on the small table that, most of the time, he considered a "coffee table" of sorts. As he did this, he took a long hard look around the room. As if taking stock of its size and occupancy for the very first time.
It was by no means a large room. But it was his room. And that was the important part. The part that made him believe this whole crazy endeavor was possible in the first place. There was the futon, the "coffee table", a small desk with a mini fridge stuffed under it, a nightstand with two small drawers, and a bunk bed against one wall. The extra bunk being for if he was ever saddled with the dreaded roommate. At the time it had seemed like plenty of space. More than enough, - luxurious even. But now, he wasn't so sure.
Sam sat down on the futon and bit his lip. "No", he thought. "It's totally worth it". "I earned that 4,500 dollars. And it's a drop in the hat compared to what I pay for school and books, and I worked my ass off for that money. I deserve this. I need this." And with those thought in mind Sam bent down and finally allowed himself to peer into the contents of the crate.
Two glowing golden orbs stoically met his gaze in return.
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Honey, You're More Bear
General Fiction** I haven't written anything since my car accident on New Years 2012. I am stretching my writing wing again. I know its not the best. I also am new to the site :) Cut a newbie some slack When Sam, a junior in college decides to get a new pet to re...
