Oceanspray

Chapter Nine

A/N: FINAL CHAPTER. GUYS ARE READY TO CRY WITH ME. TT^TT

Thank you so much for reading this short story though. c: It really means a lot to me. If you really liked it, make sure you're voting and commenting and stuff. It gives me an idea of what to write in the future~

Also, off to the side is Adrian's plushie and what I deemed to be Neros and Adrian's song. :3

Chapter song: Rise by Hundredth.

Chapter Nine

Adrian

I got into almost all of my universities, which was a huge relief to my parents. My mom was worried about the ones I would get into. She tried to reassure me that I could always go to community college for two years before transferring. I argued that I would do better just going to a four-year university for both academic and social reasons.

Once I had all of my acceptance letters before me, I instantly knew which university I wanted to go to.

Packing only took me a few days. I carried a lot of my things in totes that I would later use for laundry and in various bags that I thought would be useful one I got to the university. Cleaning my already spotless room did little to distract me, and you could only pack so many things with you to go to university, especially when we were planning to drive there.

My mom and dad both took time off to take me down to San Diego. I chose University of San Diego for rather stupid reasons, but I didn’t bother telling my parents them. I told them vague pros to choosing this university.

When we drove up to the dorms, my mom started crying in the passenger seat.

“Oh, sweetie, you’re going to be here for a whole four months all by yourself. Are you sure you’re okay with that?”

“Yes, Mum. I’ll be fine.”

She continued to blabber on about me leaving and how alone she was going to be at home now. My dad did his best to console her, but I doubt anything could really console a crying mother who was giving her only baby to a university.

It took about an hour to get all of my orientation stuff completed, which included getting my ID picture taken and receiving my dorm and mail box key. It hurt taking my picture. Smiling was completely something foreign to me now, and using those muscles after so many months of negligence was something of a pain.

Once all of that was settled, we walked back to my dorm room to put my stuff in its place. My roommate came in about half an hour after us, and we introduced ourselves to the other. He was friendly enough, definitely more outgoing than me, but I couldn’t imagine us being very close friends.

Cleaning up our room took about two hours. I was surprised at the amount of storage the little dorm room had. I definitely wasn’t expecting all of my stuff to fit in the room—not that I had a lot of stuff, just that I heard rumors of people not having enough storage space in their dorm rooms.

The whole moving in thing and settling in was a bit of a pain, but I somehow managed to survive it. The whole thing felt odd to me, but I just went with it. I felt more at home than I was expecting to, but it still didn’t ease the feeling in my chest that I wasn’t truly home.

Sometimes, as ashamed as I was to say, I would cry silently with my back towards my already sleeping roommate. I heard that crying relieved the feeling of stress, but for me, all it did was clog my nose.

For the first few weeks, I buried myself in any coursework that I could. I took extra notes, and I diligently attended classes. It took some adjusting to the different schedule, but it was nothing too bad. I would sometimes even get to class too early and just pull out a book for me to read.