Ross Lynch Imagines

College Kids

Whether you're a college student or not, it's just an imagine. Also, I'm choosing Stanford University in Cali.

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It's your second day at Stanford University, although classes don't begin for another week. Your parents dropped you off two days ago, helping you get your room key to your dorm, get a map of the campus, and unpack most of your things on your side of the dorm. It was a tearful goodbye, mostly on your father's part, surprisingly. You were sad to see them go, realizing that you are now officially on your own with a bunch of new people.

Nevertheless, you had just finally settled in, you met your roommate, Phoebe who isn't a crazy bitch, exactly, and you explored the general area of campus you're located. Stanford is great, really. Although, you realize you have a lot of adjusting to do. High school was hell, for most people, but college is brand new. It's open door, an entrance awaiting new adventures, relationships, heartaches, and hardships, but it's all so thrilling and exciting. High school was the four years of adolescent teenagers focusing on nothing but reputation, social media followers, and Drake's new songs, and setting trends. College is the next four years of breaking out of your shell, maturing, growing, gaining, and finding your way in life.

And now here you're, laying on your somewhat stiff single bed pushed up against the wall on your side of the room, overthinking all the opportunities and "what if's" of your freshman undergraduate year at Stanford. It's incredible to think just eight months ago you were a senior in high school, applying to colleges around in California. But, you know you shouldn't be dwelling on the possibilities, and instead making them real. You could almost hear your mother's voice ringing in your head, "don't close yourself up like you did in high school, go make yourself available. Plant your seeds and grow your vines." Of course, the gardening analogy was a common thing used by your mom.

"Y/N?" You hear Phoebe's high-pitched, somewhat irritating voice say your name.

You roll your eyes at the wall before turning over in your bed, glancing over at her. Phoebe is seated on her bed with her legs crossed, her dyed ebony hair crimped and white short-shorts blending in with her duvet on her bed. There's an open notebook on her lap, with scribbled etches like some kind of list of names lining the page.

"Yeah?" You respond, attempting to disguise your pissed off tone.

"So...there's a party tonight," she states, holding a pink glittery pen and chewing on the tip. "It's held at the biggest frat house on campus. They have it every year, welcoming the freshmen. It's a party, not really a "hey freshmen, wanna be buddies?" kind of thing. It's more of a way to advertise and persuade more people to join the fraternity's, besides the partying, of course."

You nod, "And your asking...?"

"Would you want to come?" She inquires, the streaming fairy lights she pinned on the wall above her bed reflecting hues of light on her hair. "I know partying may not be your thing, but it'd be a good way to meet people and gain allies."

"Thanks for offering," you force a smile. "But I think I'll pass. I have to start organizing and planning for my classes."

"Can't it wait?" Phoebe blurts, covering her mouth after she says that. "Sorry, I didn't mean to sound blunt. What I meant was...usually all freshmen roommates attend this party together. I don't know why, it's just a tradition type of thing. But um, if you don't go, I'll be the only one going without my roommate."

"They don't have to know that," you point out.

"They have a list," Phoebe says, holding up the notebook she had in her lap, revealing a list of names. There's two names beside each other going down the list, and you spot Phoebe & Y/N. "I got it from one of the frat guys."