Tigers and Tattoos

Chapter 2.

"This is all you are taking?" My mom asked as I threw my duffle bag in the trunk of the car. "Yeah, I brought some money that I have been saving up for the dorm and stuff, and I can get a job to pay for things for food and other needs." I hopped in the back seat, my brother got to sit up front because he is older (of course). I plugged in my earphones and put on Mumford and Sons. We had quite a drive and I need to destress a little before I say my final goodbyes.

When we arrived I was somewhat surprised. The college looked... nicer than on the brochures. A woman who looked like a young teen handed greeted us.

"Hello! Welcome to Sum Springs! Tell me your name so that I can give you your room number."

"Um uh I-" I stuttered and my mom nudged me.

"Phil Lester." She said and gave me a "listen here you get your act straight I raised you better" look. I guess you could say my mom is a little too serious. Okay, a LOT too serious. She raised me in a house where you stand up straight and walk with confidence. The girl gave us our key with the dorm number on it and we were on our way.

We walked up many steps, took a couple elevators and we were finally there. Inserted the key and opened the door. There was a boy who was dressed in a My Chemical Romance T-shirt and ripped black skinny jeans who was sitting in a bean bag chair and reading a magazine with half naked women on the front. When he saw me, he stood up and stuck out his hand. "Hey, I'm Dan." I accepted the kind gesture and reached my hand out as well "Phil Lester." My mom couldn't believe her eyes. She kept looking him up and down, gasping at his tattoos. It was almost as if his body was a canvas and the tattoos were the paintings, I mean, he was absolutely covered in them! My brother just stood there with his arms crossed and a wide grin on his face. "Well, I should head out, I ordered some Chinese food. Do you want anything Phil?" He asked while grabbing his coat. "Nah, I'm good, thanks." I said but before I finished he had slammed the door. "Phil, you shouldn't be rooming with that.. that punk." My mom said, spitting out the 'punk'. "Mom, I'm an adult now, I can handle this myself." I said, giving her a reassuring smile. "Okay, well, we better head out. I love you Phil! Have fun, be safe, and keep in contact with me." She said kissing my cheek and heading out the door. "See you later, meathead." My brother said and closed the door behind him. I grabbed my iMac and logged onto Tumblr. Finally, some alone time.