Can You Free Me?

I Know You Want Me To Feel Your Pain

Someone opens my door. But two people walk in. I know one of them is Rachael. "There you are. We can arrange things." I hear her say. "Valery has had this room to herself for about a year, so she's taken up a lot of space. Hopefully you two can get along." I open my eyes and see a boy. "If you need anything call me." I see Rachael give me a dirty look before she walks out.

The boy just stands there. He's good looking. His hair is black and slightly long. It looks like he had it cut, and it grew out a lot, and all he does to brush it is run his hands through it. He has grey eyes. His lips are always in a somewhat pucker. He's skinny. He still just stands there.

I don't know what to do. I haven't had a roommate in a year. I didn't have anything to say so I closed my eyes again.

"Where should I put my stuff?" He asks. His voice is deep. But not too deep.

"Wherever you want. This is your place now." I say.

"You mind helping me out please?" He asked while he unzipped his suitcase.

"Yes. I mind. Let me sleep."

"Wow. You're nice." He mumbled.

"I'm sorry. Were you expecting a nice roommate?" I laughed with sarcasm. "You chose the wrong room." I grinned. This kid was gonna be fun to push around.

"Oh trust me, if they let me choose, I wouldn't even have considered this room."

"Why don't you leave if you hate me so much?" I ask.

"Look princess, point is, this isn't your cave anymore. There's this little thing called sharing. You're gonna have to learn about it sooner or later. You might as well learn it now." He looked at his open suitcase and looked at my drawers, then back at me. "We'll start here." He opens my drawers and moves all my clothes to one side.

"What are you doing?" I ask.

"Unless you want to make this room smaller than it already is by buying another dresser, I am moving your clothes to one side, so mine can be on the other." He says with a smart tone.

I roll my eyes. "Whatever." I go back to sleep. I don't know for how long, but I could hear the boy's voice. I don't know if he was talking to me, or himself, but I knew it was his voice.

"...So I thought it would be cool to start fresh. As friends."

I groan. "We'll never be friends."

"Can you at least tell me a little about yourself?" He pleaded.

"Ugh. My name is Valery Thomson and I'm fifteen."

"That's a start. I'm Adam Davidson. I'm fifteen. When's your birthday?"

"Today." I simply say.

"May 9th. I am...about a month-a little less than a month older than you."

"April 15th?" I ask.

He shakes his head. "Lower."

"12th?"

"11th." He said. "What's your favorite color?"

"Black."

"That's a boring color."

"Ok Mr. Fun, what's yours?"

"Green."

"Ew."

He shrugs. "Favorite food."

"Sushi." Mazy used to always bring me some. She used to walk to the market on the way to school and buy me some.