Tired of Dreaming (Original Roommates Revision)

Moving Truck and Master Bedroom

We wait for the moving truck for a few hours. Late. Late. Late, and we realize this when they finally decide to grace us with a phone call explaining that they are "stuck in traffic." Sure, buddy, and that they won't be here for another hour or so.

After an extensive rant from Alanna and an existential crisis from Clair, we decide to head upstairs and decide the bedrooms. To the left of the top of the stairs is a small landing/space where you'd put a pool or ping-pong table or something like that, with a banister so you can look over the living room. After the stairs is a hallway, with 4 bedrooms. The back left is the master. The upstairs bathroom is off the little game area thing.

"Well, who's going to make the most?" I ask.

"Cassidy," everyone replies at once.

"Okay, who's most likely to get a job?"

"Still Cassidy."

"Who is the most likely to pick up hot guys or girls?"

Silence.

"Well," Alanna says. "probably none of us."

"True, okay, well, I think all of us, except Cassidy, agree that Cassidy should get the master."

"Aw, thanks guys," Cassidy says, grinning, before rolling her suitcase down to her room.

"So, who get's what room?" Clair says, asking the questions that matter.

"I just want desk space, so I can write," Alanna says.

"I like having a big window," I add.

"Well, I need bookshelf room," Clair replies. "So, let's perform a search and we'll figure out who's more suited for what.

After much extensive argumentation and precise measurements about what will fit Alanna's desk and debating about which window was the biggest, WE FIGURED IT OUT. I got the room to the left of Cassidy, Alanna got the room across from me, and Clair got the room across from Cassidy.

I was sitting in my room, watching the road out front, and, as the sun was setting, the moving truck rolled up. Took them long enough.