The Roommate (shoey)

Joey's POV PROLOUGE

I rushed into the dorm room and slammed the door behind me. "AHHH how could I forget!!! Come on Joey!" I shouted to myself excitedly as I ran over to my bed. I began straightening out the sheets and aligning my pillows to make sure my bed looked neat and tidy.

No one had ever slept in the other bed, so all I had to do was wash the sheets, which I did last night. Then I grabbed the clothes out of the dryer. I started ironing my shirts like a madman, one after the other. When I finished, I folded/ placed my pants in my dresser drawer and hung my shirts.

After cleaning (which took about an hour) and a shower ( which took 10 minutes) I collapsed back on my bed, exhausted.

" God I'm stupid! I should have done this hours ago!!" I chuckled to myself.

I sat up. It was sure lonely in this dorm. I have been attending a four year art college. Since I got a scholarship to go here, my parents were willing to pay for a student dorm. I have only started school two months ago, and I already have got the hang of things around here and I know my daily schedule very well. Ever since I started school here, I have been staying in this empty dorm alone. But that will all change soon enough.

I walked over to my ancient desk I got from the thrift store and pulled out my sketchbook and a few pencils. ( My favorite pencil that I use all the time is F). I sat down on my bed, pondering what to draw. I felt really brain dead. After awhile, I decided not to draw at all. I looked up at the clock. "Three hours to spare. Won't hurt to go out for an hour and get some coffee." I said to myself.

I put on a black peacoat, White trainers, and a maroon scarf to face the chilly autumn. I also brought my shoulder bag to carry my phone, headphones, and laptop. With that and my wallet, I headed out into the autumn chill. The cold hit me like a brick wall. I pulled out my phone and earphones. I plugged the earphones in the phone, put them in my ears, and listened to my music, Second And Sebring (Of Mice And Men). Luckily, the college dorms were close to the small cafe, so it was only a mile walk.

10 minutes later, I arrived at the cafe. I ordered my usual, a tall french vanilla latte with a apple fritter. (I eat fritters with forks, don't judge). While I was waiting for my order, I noticed a man about my age sitting in the corner. He had a haircut like mine, but shorter. Also, his hair was more of a brown-red color. He was about my height. He was wearing a plaid red and white button down, black jeans, and black vans. He was ordering a plain black coffee; nothing else. As I was staring at him, examining him, someone tapped my shoulder.
"Umm, sir. Here's your latte and fritter." The man working at the counter said. I blushed, embarrassed that I had been oblivious. I chose my seat, the one by the window, and sat down. I pulled out my laptop and looked up ideas for my next project. I took a bite of my apple fritter and took in a sip of my latte with it. It was so good. Especially when it's cold outside.

I caught a glimpse of the guy who I saw walking in. He walked past me and sat in the seat behind me. We were back to back. He just sat there, reading a book. He looked lonely. I wanted to talk to him, but something held me back. I sighed and walked out of the cafe.

I caught a cab back to the dorm because I was just not in the mood to walk. When I got to my dorm room, I shed my coat. and collapsed on my bed. I grabbed my sketchbook and started drawing the mans face at the cafe, at least from the best of my memory. I don't know why, but I couldn't stop thinking about him. After I finished drawing, I looked up at the clock.

"OMG! He is going to be here any minute! Y U S! That's right! I, Joey Graceffa, am going to have a roommate!"

Then I stopped. What my new roommate be like? Would he be artistic? Silly? Serious? Funny? Quiet? Loud? Dumb? Smart? Athletic? Skinny? Fat?......

Gay?

"Joey, don't go thinking that!" I scolded myself. "Why would you even think about that?" I face palmed myself. it actually kind of hurt. "Just stop." I ran my hands through my hair, letting out a sigh. "I just hope he is understanding, kind, and not mean and judge mental like some people around here." I whispered. "I just hope that he will accept me for who I am and the fact that I'm...."

I stopped myself. I really don't need torment from myself right now. I decided, for the last hour, that I would watch tv. I clicked the tv on and browsed the many channels. There was nothing on I liked, so I just switched to Netflix. At first I was going to try and watch something I have not watched before, but I was just to tired, so I watched my favorite tv show, Catfish.
Just as Brooke was about to meet the guy she had been in a relationship for three years, there was a knock at the door. My roommate was finally here!I turned the tv off and straightened my clothes. Right before I opened the door, I whispered to myself, "I just hope that he will accept that I'm.......Gay.