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Jamie

I really wonder what kind of person my roommate will be. I'm getting so anxious waiting for her to show. What if something happened and I'll end up with the entire room to myself. That would be pretty cool but I'd get pretty lonely. For now I guess I just have to wait. In the meantime I'll just go grab the rest of my things.

In the half hour it takes me to get everything from my car and into the dorm, my roommate still hasn't showed. I'm a little nervous. Another 30 minutes passes and now I've decorated most of my side, the only thing left is setting up my computer desk and stocking up my bookshelf. My collection is honestly lacking. Most of my favorite books were two heavy to pack, they would've taken up too much space. At the end of the day at least I have my most favorite, An Imperial Afflictions.

"As the tide washed in, the Dutch Tulip Man faced the ocean: "Conjoiner rejoinder poisoner concealer revelator. Look at it, rising up and rising down, taking everything with it." Water. Peter Van Houten is one of the most amazing authors I've ever come across.

Running over the hem of the cover I slide it into its rightful place on the shelf. I'm somewhat proud of my half of the room right now. I just hope whoever my roommate is, is into cool things and not stuff that are dark and scary. Cool and collected.

It's already 10:30 so I decide to wait until tomorrow to start looking around campus. Hopefully my roommate will be here by the time I wake up. I fall asleep to Friends, the greatest show of all time, and drift off into a dream.

I'm suddenly woken up by keys jangling in the door and slight rattling. What? It's 3:00 AM what is going on.

The door flies open and before me stands a tall boy wearing black ripped jeans and a leather white v neck t-shirt. More like stumbles, is he drunk? What is he doing in here??

"Uhm excuse me, who are you?" I question him but he doesn't answer. Just who does he think he is. He brushes past me when I stand and plops himself down on the bed across from mine. No way, I must be dreaming. I ask again and this time he mumbles something before passing out. Unbelievable. Should I call campus security? He might get in big trouble because of it though, he is clearly drunk. I decide against it and try to think of what else to do. This can't be my roommate. I swear these dorms aren't co-ed. Right?

I tap his shoulder and try to wake him but nothing. He turns over and buries his face in the pillow, snoring lightly. Great, just great.

I pad over to my bed and weigh my options:

1) Call campus security

2) Continue trying to wake him up

3) Let him sleep and figure everything out later

Neither of which seems like great choices at this point. I go with number 2 and try to fall back asleep. It seems impossible right now. I can't sleep with this random guy in the room. I feel so panicked. I take a deep breath and push my headphones in turning the volume up to a medium tone. Sitting back, I relax and close my eyes. My alarm is set for 7:00 AM so hopefully I wake up before he does. At some point I drift off once again.

The alarm goes off right on schedule and I turn it off quickly. When I look over he's still there. He looks terrible. But not terrible in an ugly sense. He's actually quit attractive. He looks a little like Max to be honest. After several attempts to wake him up I finally give up. This isn't working. I'll just go head out to look around the campus and when I get back he should be gone, probably. I check my phone for the time and by the time I'm done getting ready, its 8:00. My hair is slicked back into a ponytail. I'm feeling very casual today and decided on a plane pair of light colored jeans and my favorite red "one punch man" long sleeve shirt. As I walk out of the room I check my phone once again and decide to call Mila. She answers after one ring.

"Hey oh my god I was just about to call you, you never called my last night I got worried! How is it? Did you get settled in? How's the roommate? Oh wow tell me everything!" I never noticed how much she rambles until this point and I chuckle.

"I know I know I'm sorry it was late and I was just getting settled in I didn't mean to worry you." We go on and on about everything, except for some reason I leave out the part about the random boy. I don't want to get her worked up. Soon enough we say our goodbyes and I come back to reality.

Oh a new text? It's from Max.

Hey Pia, It's Max, just wanted to see if you wanted to grab lunch with me?

My heart jumps, I didn't expect him to even text me. I thought he was just being nice when he offered his number.

I would love to :)

Really a smiley face... dumb. I mentally smack myself.

Great! I'll come by your dorm around 4 if that works for you?

I agree and I feel good. My first day seems to be going pretty well. I have the whole first half of the day to relax before lunch and I come to a decision. I need to go back to my dorm and get everything figured out with the mystery guy. As I walk back to the dorms I try to map out my plan. What am I even gonna say?? "Hey who are you and what are you doing it here. Why did you show up drunk and why do you have a key to this dorm room?" Maybe that's a bit much... I should probably start off a little more calm and collected despite the fact that i'm quite anxious.

The minute I enter the room a wave of relief washes over me. He's gone. Must have been a big misunderstanding.

"What are you doing?" A voice booms from behind me. Oh no. I turn around and I see him in the daylight. I don't even know what to say to him. He probably thinks I'm weird. I'm just standing in front of him looking absolutely ridiculous.

The only thing I can get out is, "What are YOU doing?" He scoffs and throws himself on the end for the second time.

"I really hope you're not an uptight bitch who complains about everything or ya being roommates with really fucking suck." Me and him, roommates? He must sense my dumbfounded expression.

"Relax, I'll barely ever be here anyways. But if I ever have a friend over don't be annoying about it." He stands and exits the room.

Before I can stop myself I'm chasing after him, gripping his arm when I finally catch up.

I say confidently before I give myself time to choke on my words, "Me and you being roommates isn't going to work." I let go quickly realizing that probably wasn't the best choice for me. He looks at me sideways and grabs my wrist swiftly.