After the guys had disappeared behind the corner, you fumbled in your pocket for your new keys. After finding your room, you struggled with the lock for a moment before opening your door to find out that your roomate was already there and mostly unpacked. You each had your own dressers and nightstands, which was nice.
"Hi," the girl said, turning around. Shit, you thought. This chick was hot. Her smooth, chestnut skin was totally pimple-free, her dark, perfectly curly hair hung down her back in a long, beautiful curtain, and her curves were in all the right places. Full, red lips smiled, complimented by wide, doe-like brown eyes. Her nose wasn't too pointy, wasn't too flat, wasn't too big, and wasn't too small. Her every feature was perfect. Your stomache dropped. Pretty people always ment one of two things. They were either aware, and flaunted it, making them arrogant or mean, or they were unaware or just modest, and that made them the sort of person who would see you as nothing more than a background feature. Not that made them rude, or they did that on purpose, but it just... seemed to happen.
"Hey, roomie," the pretty girl said, smiling. "My name's Peggy Schuyler. Nice to meet you!"
"Hi," you said. "I'm (Y/N)."
She came forward, for what you thought would be a handshake or fist bump, but instead, Peggy pulled you into a hug, her only excuse being, "I guess I'm just a hugger." Maybe she wouldn't be so bad after all.
"So, how're you liking the buildings so far?" she asked, going back to her suitcase and re-folding some clothes.
"It's okay," you said kind of quietly. You weren't sure what to think of Peggy yet. You threw your suitcase on your bed and began to unpack, scratching at the monster pimple on your chin that had insisted on sticking in plain sight for the past few months. "I got the wind knocked out of me on the way here, but I think I might've made a few friends because of it."
Peggy's brow creased, but her mouth folded into a smile. "What?" she laughed. You explained the events of the past fifteen minutes.
"No way," the pretty girl said, eyes wide. "Everyone normally just overlooks me. What's it like to be noticed?"
Her words shocked you. How could someone like her be overlooked? It didn't seem possible.
"Yeah, me too. I've always just sort of felt..."
"It feels like I'm always..."
"In the background." The two of you looked up, being surprised by your simultanious answer. It was like something out of a movie, and you both giggled at the cheesiness of it.
"I think we're going to be friends, (Y/N)."
You couldn't have agreed more.
