Oscar’s POV
I waved goodbye to Martha as she stepped into the elevator. After she was out of sight, I closed the door and flopped down on the couch. I let out a groan as I pulled my phone from my pocket.
I clicked on a new message and typed in the four boys’ name.
I am so dead :/
I hoped the message didn’t give them the wrong impression, and it didn’t. They all texted me back within seconds.
Ogge sent back, “*insert kissy face here*.” Typical Ogge.
Omar’ response was a giant smartalic comment about how she was most likely too good for me and I needed to become one of those religious guys who vows a life of silence and is always praying.
Felix’s response was dead on. “Let me guess. You fell for her hard didn’t you?”
I only replied to Felix’s.
Yep. This is gonna be a problem. I DON’T EVEN KNOW HER THAT WELL! Anyway, she’s coming to movie night tomorrow.
I was surprised by Felix’s quick response yet again. I hope Mary didn’t feel deprived. His answer told me to breath and that it would be okay.
I slid my phone on the coffee table and picked up the TV remote. As I flipped through the tv channels, I hummed “Torn” to myself. It was only twenty-seven hours until I would see Martha again, and my heart, and mind, couldn’t wait that long.
Martha’s POV
I took a cab to the university campus trying to keep my mind from over thinking. It proved hard to do. In just over twenty four hours I would be hanging out with the four boys (plus Mary) and I was kind of flipping out.
I distracted myself by reading over my check-in papers which had conveniently been stored in my laptop case. Once I was on campus, it took me fifteen minutes to find were I was supposed to be. I stood in line for what seemed like forever just to turn my paperwork in.
The people that stood around me were entertaining to watch and listen too. Lots of people knew each other – but even more people were in the same boat as me. The accents varied too. Most were British. I caught some American. I even recognized a few Swedish accents here and there thanks to Felix. Hearing the Swedish accents though made me think of Felix which made me think of Oscar which just took my brain back into overload.
Once I finally had all my papers turned in, I went to sign up for my classes. I signed up for all the basic classes. I filled the rest of my schedule with classes that stood out to me. I didn’t have a set in stone major yet, so that wasn’t something that I was worried about.
After picking my classes, I had to wait in yet another line to get my dorm assignment. After over an hour of waiting in that line I was finally handed a piece of paper with my dorm and room number. There was an envelope with a key and a three page packet about what happens if you lose your key or lock yourself out. They also gave me a map so I could find the dorm. I was rather thankful of this. Last, I was given a piece of paper with my roommates name and number on it. Her name was Sarah Walker. I was rather excited to meet her, but nervous, praying we’d get along.
