A Little Crazy, A Little Dreaming

A Little Crazy, A Little Dreaming - Oneshot

I was sort of hungry, but didn't feel like getting a full course meal.

My hands gripped the steering wheel tightly as I cruised steadily down the road. Passing cars, shining headlights, beeping horns, flashy storefront signs, and the cold nighttime air surrounded me. But assigned novels, stacks of worksheets, upcoming tests, extra-curricular activities, friendship worries, and family fights were what really engulfed my mind throughout the entire trip to my local café.

I ordered coffee. Just a freshly brewed cup of coffee. Bitter, but effective. I still needed to finish a biology project, and the due date was practically taunting me.

I never drank coffee before, never even had one dose of caffeine before the new semester started. I never thought I would have to drink it, either. My current circumstances proved otherwise. Now, this miracle drug was what kept me awake through each grueling day.
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I parked outside of my college campus's dorm building; its walls were almost obscure against the muted, starry background of darkness.

My hand pressed level 14 on the elevator. The silver doors sealed themselves. On my way up, I heard hoots and hollers of laughter and chanting. My chest heaved with a knowing sigh, another frat & sorority party was in full steam.

Ding. The doors allowed me an exit. I cautiously stepped out and looked around intently, not wanting to get swept up into the tornado of a foolish soirée. All clear. I crept stealthily against the red walls of my dorm floor. I slid through shadows, masked myself behind nearby objects. My heart thundered particularly fervently when a raging group of fraternity boys galloped violently through the hallway adjacent to the one I was hiding in.

After a few more turns, I was finally greeted by the comfortingly familiar gold numbers on a room door. 521. I fumbled blindly through my backpack until I felt the cool steeliness of my keys.

I quickly entered my isolated solace. The room itself was rather spacious at the moment. My three roommates were out mingling and partying and doing who knows what. They even asked me if I wanted to join them this time, but of course, I declined their offer. Instead, I pulled out my laptop and plopped a heavy textbook onto my bed. Then, I myself crawled under the chilled mattress sheets. I shivered. I hated January.
Still, I got to work. My tired arms flipped through chapters and chapters of biology. My aching fingers typed up paragraphs and paragraphs of notes. But just as I was about to start scanning the next section of the book, a thud on my dorm door greeted me, quite unexpectedly.

I sighed and heaved myself out of my now warm bed, walking over to the door while thinking it was probably my trio of wholly "responsible", adult roommates, coming back from their wild partying, and forgetting their keys.

When I opened the door, however, I was utterly taken aback when greeted by an unanticipated visitor.

"Hi hi hi! It's me, your fave, Jimiiiiin!" yelled a mysterious boy, in a singsong voice. He was wearing a pink hoodie, and black ripped jeans. His tousled hair was dyed black, and contrasted from his pale face nicely. His bright eyes were alight with exhilaration and enthusiasm. His hands flapped animatedly at his side. Probably intoxicated. I groaned inwardly; I didn't have time for this.

"Uh, no no no! It's called privacy, my fave, now leeeave!" I returned the verse, albeit a slightly modified version.

"Hahahahaha, you are funny! I like you already! Can I come in?" But Jimeen, or whatever his name was, didn't wait for an answer. He just barged straight through the door, and plopped right onto the nearest bed. I groused and seethed silently, of course it was mine.

"Agh, what are you doing here? I don't even know you and you don't know me, so what do you think gives you the right to charge uninvitedly into my room, and onto my bed?!" I shouted harshly at the boy, frustration heavily lacing each word. Despite my fury though, all Jimeen did was giggle. Okay, it was an adorable giggle, and didn't work well at all in my favor. He couldn't just get away with his abrupt, atrocious manner with a laugh!