Roommate

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Imagine:

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Imagine:

I walk through the halls with a cardboard box in my arms, looking for room 108. It was the only one available for international students, which meant I had to share the room with someone. But I didn't mind, as long as it wasn't a bitchy girl, or one of those awful jocks from American movies. I step into the already open door of my room and find a cluster of things everywhere, from clothes to underwear, but there's more musical items, like a keyboard, guitars and a set up mic. I scan the room over and my eyes rest on a figure who's sat leaning against a wardrobe. He's on his laptop but stops amidst his work to look at me. And I mean properly look at me. Is he really staring... at me? I want to check my hair but I can't with the box I'm carrying. I clear my throat.

"Hey, I'm Y/n, and uh, I think this is my room?"

He continues to stare at me, before breaking into a smile. Holy shizzz, I think I just died. Damn, his smile!

"What a pretty name! I'm Shawn. And I think you're the new student I got paired up with to show you around our campus."

I smile at him. I look around the room again and look for a way to reach my bed at the other side of the room. Shawn catches me looking around and blushes. "Whoops, sorry about the mess," he says quickly. He gets up and tries to chuck some of his clothes in a laundry basket.

I laugh at him. "Hey, don't worry about it. Gotta make use of an empty room before a girl arrives right?"

"And a cute one too," he mumbles quietly, but I catch the words he said.

"What?" I ask him.

He blushes again, but smiles. "I called you cute."

It's my turn to blush as I giggle at the compliment. "Thanks, but I'm not the only cute one here."

Shawn blushes and I notice how these two perfect, pink spots appear on his cheeks, where one has a small scar of some kind. His eyes crinkle a little at the edges as he laughs and smiles. My god am I already falling in love with his smile, and even more with him and we've only just met.

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