My Best Friend's Roommate: (Justin Bieber Fan Fic)

One | Moving In

"Dana Mendes you're in dorm 235. What's your name again, sir?" the woman at the front desk asked my best friend.

"Ryan Young." he responded.

We were in the main building of our new college. I looked around at the pictures on the walls of people who graduated from here and became big time music artists. I wanted to become a singer and Ryan wanted to become a producer so we decided to go to the California College for Music. Usually everyone who graduates from here turns out to be someone huge in the music industry.

"Ryan, you're in dorm 715." She looked from me to Ryan. Then back to me. "Guys are not allowed in female dorms after nine o'clock." She handed both of us a sheet of paper. "These are your schedules for the semester. Try to arrive to your classes on time. Any additional time is free for you to do what you like. I strongly recommend you study in your free time if you want to keep your grades at an A and B average. Go ahead and find your dorms so you won't be late for your first class."

I tucked my schedule in my back pocket and lifted both of my overly packed suitcases from the ground. I exited the building with Ryan by my side. To the right were the female dorms the left, guys.

"Should I walk you first?" Ryan asked. Judging the sweat dripping from his for head and the four suitcases that he had, I knew I should've walked him first.

"I'll walk you." I say.

"But I'm all the way on the seventh floor. Yours is just on the second."

I shrugged. "It's okay. Besides, you have four suitcases that probably weigh a ton."

Ryan nodded. "That is true." He takes his I.D. from his pocket and swipes us into his building. Entering, I see guys everywhere. Most of them were freshman like us, trying to find there way around. Others were smiling ridiculously too hard while fist pounding their buddies, obviously glad to see them for another year. One guy was staring at me as if I were a ghost. He didn't even bother looking away like most people. You know when you're staring at someone hot (not saying he thinks I'm hot) and they finally look your way so you quickly focus on something else so they don't think you're a creep? Yeah well, staring guy wasn't taking his eyes off of me. He even brushed his shaggy sand colored bangs from his sky blue eyes to look even more.

"Come on Dana, this elevator is free!" Ryan pulled my arm and yanked me onto the elevator. He has this thing about not wanting to share elevators with rowdy people because he thinks it'll get stuck and he'll have a panic attack. He hits Close Doors like a billion times and takes a step back when they finally do. "Are you excited?" he asked.

I nodded. "Yeah. I can't wait to see who's in my vocal class."

"Same." he nods. "I mean, I'd like to see who I'll be making music with."

The elevator stopped on the seventh floor as we stepped off. There were doors with small erase boards of people's names who shared the dorms. It didn't take long for Ryan to find his room because he was the fifteenth door. When we reached his room, the erase board was still clean.

"Looks like you made it first." I pointed out.

Ryan swipes his I.D. again. "Looks like it."

We open the door to two full size mattresses and bare walls.

"Hope he's okay with me taking the bed closest to the window." he throws one of his suitcases onto the mattress and the other three he lets drop to the floor. I watch him as he examines the walls. "Okay. I guess my posters and stuff can go on this side of the room. The rest is his." He starts pulling out different posters, spreading them across his bed. "I don't know if I'd like this one right over my head or over there. Dana what do you think?" Ryan holds up a poster with a quote that says: Music expresses that which cannot be put into words and that which cannot remain silent - Victor Hugo.

"Over your head." I suggested.

Ryan frowned. "Ew, no. I think it'll look better on the wall over there."

I rolled my eyes and grinned. That's another thing about Ryan. He'll ask for your opinion but still goes with what he thinks is best. I stand another ten minutes waiting for Ryan to get his room together. I take my schedule from my pocket and check what time my first class starts. It said:

Vocal Music - 12:55 pm

That was twenty minutes from now.

"Ryan, I'm gonna go to my room and put my things down. I have class in twenty minutes." I spoke.

He's so busy trying to decide which posters to put up, he doesn't even hear me. I picked up my suitcases and left his room instead of trying to get his attention. I was literally speeding down the hallway trying to get to get to the other side of the campus. When I hit the corner, I come in contact with someone. It's Staring Boy. I didn't have time to stop and wait for that whole apology thing.

"My bad!" I call out, still running for the elevator. I could feel his eyes still on me.

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"Hey, I'm Beverly." a small girl with really long, wavy bleach blond hair greets me when I enter my room. I look around to see that she already had everything set up. Her bed was set with a black cover, black sheets, and black pillow cases. She had different posters of instruments which only made me think she's here for instrumental music. She had all of her clothes in one of the two closets we had. (Thank god for that)

"Dana." I said dropping my suitcases. I checked my phone to see that I only had ten minutes to get to class. I went to the front camera on my phone. My eyeliner was still perfect under my dark brown eyes. I finger combed my straight dark brown hair and applied just a little more lip balm to my lips. Grabbing my music binder I headed for the door.

"Guess I'll see you later." Beverly called.

I paused for a brief second. "Yeah."

I jetted down the hall and out of the building. I now had to look for Building A which wasn't hard because it was only five minutes away from my dorm. My legs hurt from how fast I was walking. Being late on the first day wouldn't be cool at all. As I reach for the door, someone else does the same. Only you wouldn't even guess who it was. Staring Boy. Again. Was he stalking me or something?

"My bad." I murmur. I move my hand and let him open it.

"Go ahead." He finally decides to speak. His voice was low and raspy. He shakes his bangs from his eyes and waits for me to enter.

"Thanks." I said looking down at the black binder he held tightly in his hand. It read: Mark's Music Binder. All the way at the bottom in small print read: Touch and you'll fucking die.

"So you're in vocal too?" I decided to ask as we made our way down the hall trying to now find the room number.

Mark nods.

I nod back.

We enter the class just as the instructor is about to begin. She's tall with glasses. Her dark brown hair was in a neat bun. She looked our way and smiled. "Find a seat."

I sit closer to the front. The closer you are the more you learn, in my opinion. Mark decided to sit next to me.

"I am Debbie Wagner. You can call me Mrs. Wagner or just plain old Wagner works. Trust me when I tell you that you'll learn a lot from me this semester and many other semesters to come. We'll have as much fun as possible in an educational way. I want to start today by hearing all of your voices. Your names will be chosen at random to sing so that I know where you guys are. Have your piano pieces out and ready." Mrs. Wagner pulls a sheet of paper from her desk and reads it. "Dana Mendes, you're up first."

Of course.

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Okay so look, I changed the character Bailey to look like GiGi Hadid instead of Sasha P. (Cant spell the llast name) but in upcoming chapters you'll see Sasha as the casted character instead of GiGi because Im too lazy to go back every chapter and change it. So yeah, lol!!!