Careful [lesbian story]

Chapter One

"That's it," I pack up the last box in the back of my moms old Sudan.
"Okay. You're going to be fine, don't be nervous."
"I'm not nervous mom, you are"
"Okay okay. be safe. No drinking, no drugs." She lays down rules as she pats down my mousy straight brown hair and straightens my shirt.
"Mom." I take her hands and put them to her side to give her a hug. "I promise I'll be fine."
"I know, I know." She starts to tear up when my dad walks out.
"Got everything?"
"Yeah dad."
"Well alright, don't let me get a call saying you want to come home now."
"Robert!" My mom slaps him on the arm,
"I'm kidding baby doll. Have fun. But no sex." He says while he hugs me.
"Okay. I'm leaving." I said awkwardly, I give them both a hug and grab my backpack.
"I love you guys."
"We love you too sweetie, be careful!"
I give them a smile and hop into the drivers seat, and take a breath. College.
I turn the key and start out of the driveway.

College is going to be good to me, I have a fresh start. I broke things off with my boyfriend of 4 years, told my friends I'd keep in touch, but I don't want to.

I turn onto the campus and go to check in.
"Hi."
"Name?"
"Taryn Roewn"
"Uh k. Freshman, here's your dorm key, you're building C, hall 4, room 103.
"Okay."

I grab my key and a map. I get in my car and drive to building C. I park close, grab a few bags and hunt down the dorm.

"102,104, 103. Okay"
I put the key in and open it up. There's already another girl here.
I see stuff, but no person.

The dorm is relatively small, two twin beds, a dresser, microwave, small bathroom, and a closet. I lay down on my bed, I start to think when the closet door Bursts open.
"Boo!"
I scream.
"Jesus Christ."
"Hahaha, I'm geovina, but call me G."
"Yeah, hi. I'm Taryn, your roommate."
"Figures. Damn girl, I was in that closet forever."
"Yeah sorry, I'll call you next time you plan to scare the shit out of me."
"Hah. Good."

G was average height, skinny, and had long straight red hair, fire red. She looked fun.

"Can I help you with your stuff?"
"Uh, sure"

We walk outside.
"God girl, I'm surprised you didn't get a uhaul"
"Haha sorry."
"Yeah. Let's get started."

We get the last box and I start unpacking clothes.

"So tell me about you taryn."
"Okay. I'm from milledgeville, which is like three hours from here., I play piano, and I like to watch documentaries."
"Okay then taryn."
"What about you G?"
"Okay. My birth parents were jersey shore losers, and before they put me up for adoption, they named me geovina, and my foster parents, a suburban house wife, and a computer programmer, thought it was "unique""
I laugh a little "that's funny."
"Yeah, I can't play an instrument, but I can sing."

G likes horror movies, and she has a boyfriend on campus, she also likes dystopian novels, and punk rock.
I'm more classical.

She has 100 different movies in her collection, not a single one a documentary.

"What are you majoring?" She asks
"Psychology. You?"
"Physiology"
"Oh okay."
"I hear there's a party tonight, you down?"
"Uh," I think, a party on the first night?
"Sure."