Bestfriends With My Doppelganger

Chapter 3

  I claim the left side of the room for myself. I start to unpack my stuff and pack them into the chest at the front of the bed. I put the rest of my stuff away into the closet and place my books on my desk.

I decide to take a break from unpacking. As I sit down on my bed I see the bedroom door open up and a girl walks in. I stand up to greet her.

    "Hi, my name is Illiana Adams. Nice to meet you".

    "Nice to meet you Illiana, I'm Marisol Bolavista " she says and we shake hands. "I see you already claimed your territory" she chuckles and she throws her backpack unto her bed.

  I notice her luggage by the door. "Let me help you with that" I say to her and I help her with her suitcases.

    "You're really kind, thank you Illiana. I appreciate that" she says. "Its no problem at all" I say.

   I go to my bed and sit down, observing my roommate. Her appearance shows that she is of Hispanic descent. She had caramel colored eyes and her hair was curly and a dark brown color.

    She was wearing a navy blue tank top and a close fitted denim overall.

     "Would you like to talk? Or are you just going to stare?" she says but it came out in a lighthearted way, not sounding like she was trying to be mean at all.

    "Oh I'm sorry, I was just giving you time to do what you are doing. Would you like a hand?" I ask. "If you would like, I could use your help yes. I would be done way faster with your help" she says and I walk over to her bed.

    She hands me a suitcase and I place it on top of the bed. "You could place those inside the chest right there. Please" she says and I nod my head.

   She packs the contents of her first suitcase into the closet while I open up her second suitcase.

    I start to take out the clothes and place them into the chest at the base of her bed. I notice her fashion style as I sort out her clothes.

   She mostly wears pants and shorts but no skirts or dresses. Maybe they were in her other suitcase?

    "So Illiana, what are you studying?" Marisol speaks to me.

   "Marketing and Businesss Studies. How about you?" I return the question.

    "The same! I guess you and I are gonna have to stick together huh" she says with a wide smile and this causes me to smile as well. "I guess so" I say.

   I pack the last contents of this suitcase into the chest and close it. "I'm finished with this, where would you like me to put it?" I ask.

   "You can place it at the bottom of the closet, thanks" she says. I notice that she was on her tip toes trying to place a shoe box at the top of the closet.

   "Here let me get that for you" I offer.

   "Thank you. Hey, how tall are you?" she asks as she let's out a deep breath and places her hands on her waist.

    "I'm 5' 9" I say to her. "Oh, well I'm 5' 6". You look like you do sports, do you? You have a very nice built" she compliments me.

   "Thank you very much. I love to dance. I actually am contemplating joining the dance society as an extra curricular activity" I tell her as I sit down on my bed.

   She faces me, sitting down on her bed as well. "I could tell that you do something physical. Unlike me, it's a good thing I have a good metabolism rate or I would probably be overweight by now" she says and laughs. I laugh as well.

   She has a really easy going vybe and it was easy to feel comfortable around her. I could tell that we were going to be good friends.

     "So tell me about yourself Illiana. Where are you from?" she asks.

   "I'm from Chicago, Illinois. How about you?" I ask her.

     "Well I'm born and raised in Spain. I know me saying this you would expect me to have a spanish accent when I speak. I can speak in my natural accent if I want to but I've had practice in speaking English and a couple other languages as well.

   I can speak fluent American, British, French, Spanish and Chinese" she says to me.

    "I speak fluent spanish as well as british and american, obviously. My father is actually British but my mom's an American" I say to her.

    "That's cool, you know I've never been to America, I've always wanted to go there and see what all the fuss is about you know" she says.

    I turn and lay flat on my back with my knees up and my hands on my stomach, looking up at the ceiling.

    "You seem like a nice girl, I think we'll be great friends" she says and I turn my head in her direction.

   "I think so too" I say with a smile.

   "Oh one more thing, how old are you?" she asks. "I'm 19, I'll be 20 next year April" I say to her. "That's cool, I'm 20 by the way and I'll be 21 in December" she says.

   "I'm gonna go take a shower. Be right back" she says and gets up to go into the bathroom.

   I take my phone from my desk and check the time. It's now 11:45 p.m. I hadn't even noticed how the time flew by. I calculated the time in my head and guessed it was about 6 in the evening back home.

   I'm really tired so instead of calling mom and dad I send them a quick text telling them that I am ok and I'll call them in the morning.

   I place my phone under my pillow and lay on my belly. I haven't even realized how tired I was until I was just laying here doing nothing.

    Sleep came and swept me away. I couldn't complain, I welcomed it with open arms.

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Hi guys, we just met Marisol. She seems like a nice person. I hope you guys liked this chapter. Please comment, vote and follow if you haven't already ;-).

   Thank you!!!!

    ~A