[Pandora]
I climbed the stairs of the sorority house, arms laden with a giant pile of posters, as Fletcher followed me with the last box.
"C'mon Fletch, just a few more steps." I encouraged.
"I know, I know. But that doesn't make this box any lighter. What's in it, anyway?"
"Whatever random crap that wouldn't fit in the other boxes."
Fletcher sighed.
"Thanks again for helping me, Fletch."
"No problem, babe. Isn't that why you keep me around? Heavy lifting?"
"Drat, you've figured it out."
He laughed. I pushed open the door to mine and Arabella's shared room. Arabella had moved in the day before, and I had been putting things away as each box came in. So, other than the pile of empty boxes, the room was almost clean.
He sat the box on the floor and collapsed on my bed. Arabella looked up from where she was lounging on her bed with her phone and stuck her tongue out at me.
"Hey again, looser." She greeted.
"Hi, mayonnaise egg." I replied, grabbing the tape to put up posters.
She rolled her eyes. Fletcher leaned up on his arm to watch me as I tapped up my periodic table poster. He eventually got up to start helping me.
"So where do you want the solar system?"
"Well, since I have you here, sir six-foot-three, the ceiling above my bed please."
"So, the frats are getting together to throw a big party to welcome all the new kids. Are you two in?" Fletcher asked.
"Sure. We'll get to know some of the other people on campus." Arabella replied.
"Yeah, maybe you'll find a boyfriend. Get laid." I told her.
"Sorry, not all of us have a highschool sweetheart to come to college with us."
I sighed as I stepped away from hanging my last poster.
"Yeah, and you can find a college sweetheart there."
The conversation didn't continue, as I then flopped on the bed next to Fletcher, who re-occupied it, and snuggled into his side.
A couple hours later, Arabella roused me to start getting ready for the party. Fletcher left shortly after then, because we were doing hair and makeup.
I changed into a tight black and green tube dress that came 3/4s the way down my thighs. It hugged my body, and had a diagonal divide from breast to leg to separate the fabric's colors. I wore gold pumps and a gold collar necklace, and had bright red lipstick and black eyeliner. Arabella had curled my hair and pinned it back from my face. I felt smashing.
