Love On All Levels

Chapter 1 - Head Over-seas

"Is she awake?" I heard a hushed voice whisper right above my head.

"How am I supposed to know, you idiot", another high-pitched feminine voice shot back.

"She could be dreaming about riding kangaroos or wrestling crocodiles, as they do", the same hushed voice retaliated.

"You don't actually believe that do you Kyle? It's called a stereotype for a reason. Now let the poor girl sleep, she probably has had a very long day", a third masculine voice spoke up. Finally someone sensible.

"Aw come on N, I want to meet this chick", Kyle whined. I imagine her to be this surfer girl type", wrong.

"With this golden-bronzy tan", wrong. Was bronzy even a word.

"And dirty blonde beach hair" and wrong.

"I guess you'll just have to wait and see", the other male voice replied calmly.  

I lifted my head out from under the pale pink bedsheets groggily, massaging my eyes and sat up to see who dared to break me from my sleep.

Apparently having an Australian student attending an American College, more specifically University of Pennsylvania, was something exciting for these people regardless of how diverse this university already was. And having an Australian as your roommate was even more fascinating. Oh just my luck. It didn't help either that they could spot an Australian accent from miles away. 

I took in my surroundings one after another. The boy standing right next to my bedpost who I assumed was Kyle looked like a deer caught in headlights. He looked like he was having difficulty breathing and kept rapidly blinking his eyes hoping to get rid of this nightmare. Whereas my roommate, who's name I still don't know as I only arrived a few hours earlier, stood timidly beside Kyle, her pale cheeks flushing a bright red and tugged at the ends of her shoulder length strawberry blonde hair. In the far corner was a boy who actually caught my attention. You know how in the movies you see the hero and heroine just standing in front of one another and staring for hours caught in their own whirlpool. Well that's how I felt right now.

He was casually leaning against the door frame of the bathroom, in a plain pair of grey track pants and a white short sleeved top which he someone how managed to make look even more beautiful. I finally realized I was staring rudely and inched my face slowly, looking up into his deep green eyes which flickered with amusemement. A small smirk was resting on his face, which slowly settled into a knowing look. 

Arrogant much? I wasn't even admiring his aesthetics.. 

I felt my cheeks burn up in embarrassment and avoided looking at him for a second longer, switching my gaze to the small sized, ancient alarm clock placed on my bedside to see it was only eight o'clock in the morning.

"I don't mean to be rude but why on earth were you guys planning on waking me up. It's only eight", I said exasperatedly, covering my face as I let out a loud yawn. "And no I was not dreaming about riding kangaroos or wresting crocodiles. I haven't even seen a crocodile in person and we ride emus around everywhere not kangaroos-"

"See I told you they have weird transportation methods", Kyle exclaimed proudly, waving his hands in front of my roommate. Oh boy.

"Don't be so gullible Kyle she's joking", the boy in the corner spoke up again. Well at least someone knows what they are talking about. Hot? check. Smart? Check. 

I couldn't help let out a little giggle, much to Kyles annoyance. His face turned into a deep scowl. Soon enough my roommate and the other boy joined in before it turned into a full on laughter fit. She kept clapping her hands like a seal and fell to the floor. Man if someone heard all this ruckus, they would think we were crazy. I'm sure I'm not alone when I say Kyle was most certainly an interesting character. Funny one too.