I swing open the door to my dorm. I set down my backpack by the end of my bed and check the time. 1:25 PM. "Seriously?" I jump. "You didn't even notice your best friend was back?" The voice of my roommate teases me. I whip around and stare at Oakley Gardler. He grins and stands up from his position of being sprawled on his bed. I pull him into a quick embrace. "I didn't think you'd be back till tomorrow?" I question, smiling in return. "Nah, I got done early. I get the results back next month."
Oakley went to a coding competition in California at the begining of the month. His team wasn't expected to do very well, and the Computers teacher expected them back within the week, heads hanging in shame from their defeat.
He's a real positive guy.
Instead, their team ranked highest and proceeded to the next level. And the next. Before you knew it, I was getting a text from Oakley telling me that he had been made team captain and asked to do an individual test. He stayed for another week, after the rest of the team went home. They were to come back around the middle of the school year to compete in the championship tournament.
We catch up, and then I start getting ready for my date. Er, study session? I don't know what to call it, and Oakley finds no shortage of jokes about my nerves. I were a grey hoodie with a blue stripe down the chest and some black jeans, paired with my black Chuck Taylors. My hair is messy, as usual, and I just bother brushing it enough to be decently presentable.
(This is the hairstyle Brandon has, but shorter & messier with less lighter tones.)
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(Thanks Joey Graceffa XD)
I grab my phone from where it was laying on my bed, charging. I swing my backpack over my shoulder. It's time to go. I wave off Oakley and begin my walk across the campus. I send a text to Allison.
Brandon- leaving rn. see you in a few.
Allison- cool! only problem is that it might rain tonight ?
Brandon- oh. i didn't check. it's fine if you wanna do it another night.
Allison- no no no! i'm still down if you are. not like imma melt if it rains on me ;P
I knock on her door. Anxiety crashes through me as it swings open to reveal... a random girl? Huh? I immediately apologize and my face flushes red. "I'm so sorry!" I stutter. "I was looking for Allison?" The girl blocking the doorway is petite and has curly red hair. "And why the hell do you need her?" She says very aggressively. She crosses her arms and raises an eyebrow. "Um.. we were going to study tonight..." I stutter, my voice getting quieter with every word. She bursts out laughing. I step back, confused by her sudden change of moods. "I'm totally kidding! Allison's in here." Oh thank god. I offer a small smile and step into the doorway. "Allison told me you were like the nicest person ever, so I had to make sure." She explains, flopping onto a twin bed. "My name's Rose, I'm Al's roommate."
"I'm Brandon. Nice to meet you." I smile at her. She's wearing gray joggers and a dusty pink hoodie with the words "I SUPPORT EQUALITY" across the front. Her hair is waist length, curly and with fluffy bangs. Their dorm room is about the size of mine and Oakley's. Both sides have a desk and a twin bed. Across from the doorway, where I am currently standing awkwardly, is a door. I assume it leads to the bathroom.
"So, Brandon," Rose starts, and is cut off by the bathroom door swinging open. Allison steps out, grinning at me. "Sorry Brandon! I didn't realize you were going to be here so soon!" I return her grin. "Don't worry! I understand that you had to brew all of your potions, and I don't mean to rush you..." I trail off jokingly. She sticks out her tongue. "I assume you've already met Rose." "Oh yeah, she's great." Rose smirks at Allison. "You were right." Rose tells Allison.
"He really is a nice lil bean."
Allison bursts out laughing. I grin.
She's wearing black leggings, a yellow shirt and a jean jacket. Her blonde, chest length hair is in braids and underneath a floppy braided gray beanie. She walks over to the doorway where I'm standing and brushes my arm with her shoulder as she bends down and selects a pair of shoes. Black high-tops, same as mine. "Don't worry Brandon. She doesn't really mean that."
"Hey!" I exclaim, mocking offense.
Y'all I'm ALIVE!!! and i have way to much history to do aghhhh
