Finding Criss

Chapter 2

Hazily, I awoke to the startling ringing of my alarm. I creeped out of bed. Slowly, I chose a light milky colored sweater from my closet, then a pair of black tights, with black UGGS. I tied my golden blonde hair into a high pony, and walked into my kitchen. I toasted some bread, then spread peanut butter on the two slices. I grabbed a juice from my fridge, my car keys and phone on the counter, and my peanut butter toast. I opened the door and walked to my car. Today was the first day of sophomore year in college. My past teacher, Mr.Whitemore, had asked for an essay example for one of his new classes, so I brought that with me as well.

I backed out of my drive way and dialed up Ashley.

"Hey, Ash" I happily chirped , as I turned a corner.

"Hey, Criss, what's up?"

"Did you still want me to pick you up?"

"No, change of plans, Mikey is dropping me off. Sorry."

"It's fine" I say glumly. I hang up the phone and turn down another street corner. Soon, I could see Woodsworth University. I pull in to a small parking lot, and hurry to the courtyard. A light rain started showering, but quickly poured down harder. It was foolish of me not to bring a coat.

I rushed to Mr.Whitemore's classroom. I knocked on the door. No awnser. I knocked again, but still no awnser. Of course, his door was the only door with out a rain guard. I opened the door and stepped inside. Nothing, absolutely nothing! No desks, no chairs, only empty silence. Great, just great. He switched classrooms. I let out a frustrated sigh. I leave the room, and make my way to the front desk.

When I get there, I'm soaked. I shakily walk over to a lady wearing a dark green blazer and white button up. She looks up at me.

"Hello dear, how may I help you?"

"Where is Mr.Whitemore's classroom?" I ask, annoyance surrounding my words.

"8b Dear."

I walk out and back into the rain.

"8B,8B,8B" I whisper to myself, watching my feet as I step in small scattered puddles. I could feel the cold rain splashing my skin.

Halfway across the courtyard, the rain stops. I look up. My eyes are happily greeted by a black umbrella, shielding me from the rain. My eyes slowly scan downwards, until I see the hand holding my shield. I quickly turn around, my eyes adjusting to what I see.

The first thing I notice, is the color of his eyes. A golden shade, deep and crisp. Then his messy waves of carmel hair. He wore a very flirtatious smile.

"James!" I squealed. "James, its been so long! Why are you here?"

I chirped as he chuckled. " I'm going to college here. I moved into Indigo about a week ago."

"Why?" I question, failing to conceal my excitement. " Because, I missed you, silly" he grinned. I giggled, "I'm being serious, what happened?" I tried pulling a straight face, but failed at doing so.

"Well, my parents stopped supplying me money for college. So, I moved here, so I could work for my uncle at the retirement office. I run the front desk."

"Oh, well, I'm so happy you are here! I haven't seen you since junior year! how have you been?" I say as I take his arm, and pull him closer to me. We begin to walk. " Well, after you left, I kinda went down hill. You were my best friend you know. I had very few friends. I struggled through senior, but graduated. I found a college close by, and was funded for the first year by my parents. But then, as I said, they stopped, and so I moved here. What were you doing before I popped up?"

"What? Oh, right! I need to get to Mr.Whitemore's new class. He asked me to write an essay for his new classes, and I brought it with me today. "

"You always were an over achiever. Mind if I tag along? My first class is in about 30 minutes."

"I am not! I work hard, but I do not over achieve. In my world, there is no such thing", I reply trying to sound agitated. I slip the essay under 8b's door and walk back to James. "Well, you don't know how happy it makes me that you are here!" I exclaim, as I sneak my arm around his. "Glad you want me, Criss" he chuckles. "Anytime, James. You know I'm closer to you than to anyone else! " I smile widely. My best friend is home, and by home, I mean with me.